MY SHATTERING
DREAM
This story began
five years ago. I had just passed my seven standard and promoted
to class eight. I still remember that day when I had first met
him, as if it had just happened yesterday. It was my first day
at standard eight. Therefore, I went in search of my section and
found out that I was in good section. I was already late so I
hurried to my class but all seats were already packed. My
friends apologized for not reserving seat for me. Then I saw one
seat left at back. I went there still angry with my friends.
However, my anger disappeared as soon as my eyes met with the
guy sitting there. He looked at me and gave me a sweet smile. I
couldn't take away my eyes from his face. I hadn't seen him
before in the school. He then offered me seat next to him. As
there wasn't any seat left, I sat with him. He was a nice guy
and was new in the school. It didn't take us time to be friends.
To our surprise, we had many things common between us. Like our
hobbies, interest on music and so on. Time flew like flash with
him. And it was already time for us to leave. When I went to my
bus later, I was surprised to see him in the same bus. As we
both hadn't any other friends on the bus, we were only one to
accompany each other. Then onward our friendship started.
Time passed away
and I did not know when I had already fallen in love with him. I
used to forget everything with his single smile. Time shared
with him was very precious for me. But how much I was in love
with him I was unable to express my feeling toward him. He had
already started to posses my dream.
After three month,
our first terminal was over and we had vacation. Everyone was
happy to have vacation. I was only the one who was not happy.
Vacation means I would not be able to be with him. I was very
depressed; I didn't know how I spend those miserable, lonely
vacation. I was glad when our school reopened again. But to my
surprise, he was sitting with another girl. That day he didn't
talk much with me. His behavior toward me was also changed. I
don't know why but I felt that he was in love with that girl.
She was one of my close friends. I had no idea what to do. I
could not tell this to anyone. This secret was killing me from
inside. However, I tried hard to keep myself under control and
to some extent, I was successful.
Time never stops
for me and without knowing I was already in class nine. But I
was alone there; he was in another section with that girl.
Whenever I used to meet that girl, she always used to talk about
him. At that moment, I felt that I would go mad. It had already
become unbearable for me to hide my feeling but I had to. My
pride never allowed me to confess my feeling. So I made up my
mind to forget him by making myself engross in my study so much
that I won't get time to think about him. And my effort had made
me successful and I passed my class with good score.
Now I was in
standard ten. When I came to school, I got the shock of my life.
He, that girl and I were in same section. I can't tell how I
felt at that time. His presence in class had become torture for
me. I could not bare the sight of them sitting together. But I
had no way. I kept myself again busy with my study so that I
could fulfill my parents dream by passing S.L.C with good score.
I still remember
that day. How could I forget that day which changed my life? It
was our farewell party. The day was fine and enjoyable. He and
that girl were rooming around hand in had. But I was all alone.
I had made up my mind to confess my feeling toward him, whatever
result may be, I thought I would face it. So I had bought a
rose. I gather my courage and went toward him but I saw him
giving card to that girl and proposing her and she also accepted
it.
I didn't know when
the rose felt down from my hand. I only felt that a big storm
was coming in front of me and swept away everything around me. I
was in middle of vast desert all alone. Then I realized I was in
same school standing in middle of path where he and that girl
were heading ahead. I was standing there with unknown tears
rolling over my cheek.
I was there
watching my first and last love going on the arm of another
girl. I could do nothing. Tears continue to roll from my
eyes........
By :-
Karishma Sitoula
