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The love behind my silence

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‘Everytime I look towards you, my heart skips a beat.
Every single day when I find you close to me, my life seems complete.
 I know I could not express, I know I could not impress.
The silence between us is like a hurdle, I look upon myself as a burden. No matter how much I love you from the core of my heart, I know we are meant to be far, miles apart.
Not in distances but in lives, separated by our way of thinking, our fortunes not meant to be bright….’




Anant wrote every day, a page especially for her. He knew she never  noticed her and in no way he could be noticed in the social circles. He was born to be silent. He couldn’t speak. But yes he had feelings, like any other human being he demanded love, he deserved love. Since he knew the word love, only one person crossed his mind day and night, she was the girl next door, Shanaya. She brought up in a richer family than Anant’s seemed far away from his reach. It was not that she believed in class conflict, but she never contacted Anant. As anant could never speak up, no one knew about the love anant has for Shanaya in his heart. Only his writings knew what he had in his heart. He wanted the world to know that he had feelings, he had a heart. What if he was dumb, he still was a human. What if his world was meant to be guided by sign language, his heart was still guided by feelings. He wished somehow someone could make Shanaya understand what she means to him. He could not do that task as he believed it to be a sin to express his love to her without knowing her stance. He knew Shanaya inside out. He knew how she helped everyone who contacted her. He knew she had a golden heart and was the epitome of love and care. He had always demanded attention of anyone who could make him feel special instead of a burden. His disability has always disappointed him. No matter how talented he was at his work, no one took him seriously due to his disability. He knew that a girl like Shanaya could possibly understand his nature. He fell in love with her one day when he saw Shanaya helping a poor little dog who was stuck amidst mud pool on a stormy night. He knew what sort of personality Shanaya was and wanted such a girl to be a part of his life. He felt love the moment his eyes crossed Shanaya.

‘ Kaash Bata Paate Ki pyar hai dil mein…
Kaash suna paate jo alfaaz hain dil mein….
Kehne ko hai bahut kuch tumhe….
Kaash pahuncha paate wo aawaz….
Jo hai nahi mukkaddar mein….’

Cried he slept each day due to lack of someone who understood his feelings……

Just to inform the reader, Shanaya herself is a dumb and deaf girl who lives her life to the fullest…….

To be continued…..

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