To love or not to Love!

"I hate her" he said and flung his school bag across the floor. His mom said "you shouldn’t say that sid, after all they r our neighbours now". "I don't care! That girl has made my life miserable....she tags along wherever I go, wants to sit right next to me....I have other friends too!!! Can u please change my school??" protested Sid. "No sid, they have just come from Delhi to Chennai. That girl does not even know the language. You should be helping her out", said mom with such finality that he couldn't muster up the courage to refute her.

In course of time she became his best friend, a guide, a teacher (For all of his subjects) and the only person who believed in his creative potential. She went on to study for law and he enrolled as a student in the National institute for Art and design. His parents’ dream was for him to become an engineer but she fought for him and convinced them.

His art work became the rage of the day and he went on to become a page-3 socialite, a household name, a man who made India proud in the field of Art. People came from all over the world waited in queues to own a piece of his art.

It was release of his 100th art exhibition, the world media was contemplating about the guest list as famous personalities from all over the world were rumored to attend it, The president of India was supposed to inaugurate the function. Amidst all this, he received this news from his mom "Neeta passed away due to heart attack!"

He rushed all the way to Chennai to see her face for one last time. As he knelt down beside her, the nurse gave him a small note which she said had been neeta's last wish.....The note read

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times, in life after life, age after age forever!

For the first time in his life he realized he was looking at the face of an angel. He remembered the way her eyes sparkled and lips parted so as to say "WOW", every time he showed her a piece of his art work. It had been his motivation to create something that would make her say that. He remembered that her favorite song was "Everything I do I do it for u", that she never wore high heels, that she was scared of a caterpillar, that she liked pizza more than noodles and that she had been his sole driving force...

All these trivial thoughts were whirling around his head and as he walked out of that ward his shoulders were drooping, his steps were slow, his face was sagged, he felt as though he had aged about 50 years. All at once he understood that he was all alone…he had lost his soul mate!!!

p.s: The quote "I seem to have..." is by Rabindranath Tagore