A Love Story {Parts 3 and 4}

Over the last three weeks, a collaboration has begun, blossomed and now with this part, finds its ending. A love story titled “A Love Story” was never on our mind when we began to write it, but suffice to say, Jaibala and I have enjoyed writing this. This week, Part 3 was up at her blog. And now the conclusion here. The links to each part are below.

Previous Parts: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

A Love Story — Part 4

Nisha couldn’t sleep. How could she? The night before her big day, Avi had dropped a big decision that she had to make. She had had her doubts. But had brushed them off every time they came.

“If only I hadn’t. If I had asked him earlier, and not found out only today…”

She stood at her window and looked out. The colored lights that hung from each floor, with the garlands of jasmine and other flowers, lit the night sky behind it. In the courtyard, her father stood monitoring the workers as they changed the dried flowers and put new ones. He looked up, saw her and smiled.

“Would he still be smiling if I changed my mind now?”

She brushed that off immediately, knowing that her father would only be looking for her happiness.

“What would he say, if I asked him for advice? He’d guide me right.”

Nisha pictured her father, sitting beside her, his hand around her shoulders. Her father’s voice rang out in her head.

“Listen to your heart, beta. What does it tell you? You just need to ask it the right question. Right now, your mind is debating with it. So you are confused.”

She smiled. She closed her eyes, and took a deep breath, and let it out. She did that when she needed calmness. She had her answer when she opened them again.

Choices two, in front of me,
I had a doubt just then,
For those two choices are
My most favorite men.
But only one steals my heart,
Knows every quirk of mine,
Even if I’m very gloomy,
Knows how to make me fine.

Knows what I don’t like,
Heals my deepest fears,
Knows my favorite things,
Wipes my saddest tears.
When he’s not around,
Every moment I do miss,
In every dream I’ve had,
He’s the one I’ve kissed.

He likes to see me happy,
Even if he’s not nearby,
In this life we have ahead,
He’ll be the last to see me cry.
Choices two, he gave me,
But he was always the one,
To this little sunflower, Avi,
You will always be the sun.

Nisha had tears in her eyes when she finished reciting her poem, but she was laughing as well. From the other end of the call, she could tell Avi was emotional too.

Yes, perhaps Raunak loved her. But he was her best friend, and knew her only so. Had he loved her, he’d have been the one to tell her, not Avi. But what made her so sure was the peace, the peace she felt immediately after she had made the decision. Outside, the sun rose, bringing with it her big day.

She walked to her bedside. On the table there was a picture, the two of them hugging each other. They were 8 and 6 years old then. She smiled thinking of the good ol’ days. She took a sketch pen from her drawer and wrote on the photo.

“And they lived happily ever after.”


(29th November 2014)


Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

2 thoughts on “A Love Story {Parts 3 and 4}”

    • We didn’t want to stretch it too long 🙂 Simple sa story. Maybe our next collab will be a bit more longer 😀

      Glad you liked the poem in each chapter, and that the story was gripping 🙂

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