Love is anterior to life,
Posteror to death,
Initial of creation, and
The exponent of breath.
Emily Dickinson
LOVE…It’s possibly the
most under rated as well as ironically the most over rated word in the history
of this earth. Whenever we hear this word a vague picture of roses, moonlight n
romance comes into our mind. If you are a fan of love stories, then I guess
Romeo n Juliet, Heer Ranjha, Sohni Mahiwal comes flashing in your mind. But
what actually most of us do not understand is Love has actually a much larger, if
I m not being modest, a huge picture. Now I think love it not only the feeling
what you feel when you see any handsome guy or a really pretty girl, it is just
infatuation. Love has a much wider perspective. Love is the feeling what a
mother feels for her child even before he/she is born. Love is what a sibling
feels for the other when the other does something really unexpected. Love is
what you feel for a friend when he/she does something special or exclusive for you.
All in all love is probably the best feeling on this face of the earth.
Now an important part of love is when one
losses selfishness. Love is only love when you give it away. Love only exist when your happiness is not all important for you compared
to the happiness of the one you love .During the course of this story you
will come face to face with many forms of love. Some of the ways might not be
the usual forms of love but it is really important that you understand the
wider perspective of love, which is the happiness of your love one. Now with
you permission I may start the story.
Now if you are a
mountain lover, I am sure you will fall in love with the breath taking beauty
of this little place called Waknaghat which is near Shimla, also known as the
queen of hills. This was just the starting of the New Year and god had bestowed
this wonderland with fresh snow.
The first fall of snow is not only an event, but it
is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of world and wake up to find yourself
in another quite diriment, and if this is not enchantment, then where it is to
be found?
J.B. Priestly
Hills covered with snow.
Pure white color all around, it sometimes makes an ordinary man to become a
poet and fall in love with the beauty of nature in its pure form. This was a
really small village in which everyone used to live happily mingling with the
people around. This was a kind of a place where everyone knew everyone. Even
thought the atmosphere was freezing cold, certain warmth filled the hearts of people
living in this place.
It starts of the family
of the Sharma’s. They lived here for quite a while. A simple family, husband
wife and their son Aryan. Mr. Sharma owned a steel mill. He was not the kind of
a person you will call a business man but owning a mill was no less of a feat
in itself. Practically speaking half of the population of this village was
dependent on his mill. So he was a well known person in the community. But he
was one of the most down to earth people you will come across in your life.
Aryan was just a small
5 year old child. He had friends all over the village n spent most of his time
playing outdoors. He was just a small child with his usual innocent smile n
childish charm. With the dreams of his parents and a will to explore the world,
he was going to be one fine gentleman when he grew up.
It was just about the
end of January when another family, the Singh’s shifted in there heaven. Col.
Singh was an army man, so they traveled a lot. Now finally they decided to
settle down in this small place they thought as perfect to their 5 year old daughter
Pratima. She was a totally extrovert child. Tom boy you may say. But her
parents were not alarmed ‘because they knew that their daughter will turn out
to be a wonderful young child. And then a beautiful women.
It was 13th Feb.
It was the occasion of Pratima’s birthday party when both of these families met
each other. They both introduced their children to each other.
‘Hi’. Aryan said.
“Hi’. She replied.’ Do
you want to come and play with my new toys??’
“Sure’. And they ran
outside to play. They just instantly bonded. It was almost that there was some
divine force who wanted these two children to be together.
Sharma’s n Singh’s were
the new neighbors, and they instantly clicked. So much so that with in no time
they came so close that Mr. Sharma was thinking about making Col. Singh his partner.
And with in no time he did make him his partner. This was just a starting of a
great relation that was about to form in the coming years.
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