Dear Love...

"Okay, I am leaving now, I wish you may get the world's best Mr Perfect this valentine." Said Ravi to Deepa, as he left, walking out of the gate. His eyes were about to shed the very first drop of tears but anyhow, the channel gate of his heart's so strong patience managed to stop the flow.

For the last five years, he had been the best friend to Deepa, her batchmate, and was her secret admirer. But he was never able to gather enough courage to approach her, and say that she was the one, with whom he would like to grow old... He had imagined a glorious future with her, but now, he felt that all those were a big bunch of utter foolishness.... 

" Look Ravi... I don't know what my future will bring to me.... I think I shall wait for true love to enter my life.... Till then, I shall wait.... What do you say?" This was always asked by Deepa to him. He always replied, "What is love... other than a deep bond of understanding shared by two people for lifetime...?" "Maybe..." used to be Deepa's reply.

This was the last day of their internship. So they both celebrated the evening shopping and partying. While dropping Deepa, Ravi asked, "I feel that from now onwards, you should start to search for your Mr. Perfect, as Valentine's week of this year has started already... What are your plans?" Inside him was an enormous expectation that she should, any how, directly or indirectly, mention about him... One sided love dwells in only and only this expectation.... a moment of being loved, whether or not the moment is true never matters...

"You know na... I am waiting for my true love to come and find me..." and this was the moment, Ravi's expectation broke despite his strong efforts. Clouds of negative thoughts gathered in the sky of his imagined future and blocked all the light of hope... and there was not a single ray of it which was able to reach the earth of his heart... As he had to leave the city thereafter and had no promising sign that she will ever think about him "that way", he was almost shattered into tiny pieces... here and there... Then also, being an emotional introvert kind of fool, decided to keep mum instead of speaking up and taking stand of his feelings.

But this time, the curve behind which he always has concealed his emotions, his smile, was not there by his side... it was virtually lost... that's why he wished her and slowly walked away towards his bike... and sat upon that, lost in thoughts, negative ones...

Suddenly his "thought bubble" was popped... someone embraced him inside 'her' arms... this was Deepa!

"You Dumbo... you took 5 years then also failed to utter that you... you like me... and sitting here, you are shedding tears..."

He quickly turned, embraced her strongly and burst into a lot of tears... tears of being blessed with his love... thanks dear God...!