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Too late
I had always liked her and still like her, though now she is happily settled with a loving and caring husband and a cute baby boy. It was in college that I first met her. It was a love-at-first-sight situation. She was, and still is, so beautiful. A little darker complexion; very clear skin; thick, long, jet-black hair which she always kept open; slim and slender. She dressed beautifully always staying prim and proper. Sometimes it was a chooridaar pyjama with a long kurta and a flowing dupatta, at other times it was pants with a silken top. Everything suited her perfectly, whether traditional and eastern or modern. She looked lovely in every attire.
My affection for her grew as I got to know her better. She was an extremely polite and friendly girl, and very helpful. Many times I even borrowed her notes. But I just couldn’t tell her how I felt for her. I needed an occasion and one was coming right up. Yes, February 14 was approaching.
About a week was left for that great day. A class-fellow had organized a party on that day and invited everyone. After making sure that she was coming to the party I readily agreed to come.
I spent the whole week in uneasiness, eagerly waiting for the day. I had bought this really cool attire for myself to look the best on that day and an expensive gift for her that cost me quite a few bucks borrowed from a friend in addition to my pocket money, which I had been saving for something I really wanted. At last the big day arrived. I dressed up; made sure I was looking fine and left for the party.
When I reached the party hall quite a few people had already arrived. I stood in the corner, my eyes roaming here and there in search of her. I found her amongst a group of girls. She looked even prettier today and I couldn’t take away my eyes from her. As the girls around her scattered I moved forward to greet her. I invited her to dance with me and she agreed. It was during the dance that I decided to relate my feelings to her.
However, that time never came. The dance stared and ended but I did not say those three words. I had practised saying it a hundred times but when the moment came I just couldn’t open my mouth. Dancing stopped along with the music and I lost my chance. The host got up to make an announcement.
“As you all know, today is February 14, Valentine’s Day, the day dedicated to love and lovers… and guys, now is time to tell your loved one your feelings for her. Go ahead and good luck!”
With that the host himself moved forward towards his loved one. Most guys followed his example and got up with flowers and gifts. I had another chance. I tried to move forward towards her but I couldn’t. My legs felt like lead: too heavy to move. I made an effort but in vain. My eyes again searched for her. I saw her but with someone. The most popular guy of college was standing beside her, talking, with her hands in his. They looked so happy.
My heart broke. It was too late now. I had no one to blame but myself. In spite of getting two opportunities I didn’t avail any. It was my fault. But no use regretting now, is there? She had been the first person I had ever loved. I try to forget her but I can’t. Though I know she can never be mine, I still love her…
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