Post my love

Neena and Viv, a True love story …. 🙂 

Location : Its an universal story.  Incidences are purely coincidental and it has nothing to do with reality.

Communication  For love heart is the medium of communication, but we seldom know our hearts because we truly dont want to know our hearts.

Intention (Love and Life, Question of independence, Feminism)  The reader can decide a verdict , because no man is an island, he is a part of the bigger identity.  All characters are alter egos.

Central Characters: Neena (Original Name is hidden to suppress identity ). Neena is no more in this world.  

 Viv (Original Name hidden to suppress identity ). Viv dies in an accident.

Rocky (Original Name hidden to suppress identity ) . Rocky settles in a foreign country.

Andy (Original Name hidden to suppress identity ) 

Betty (Original Name hidden to suppress identity ) 

Baker (Original Name hidden to suppress identity ) 

Perk (Original Name hidden to suppress identity )

A human being loves and wants to be loved. The feeling of love is a beautiful one especially when we long to have another human being feel it for us. We feel so much good about it that our hearts fill with it. Whenever we felt lonely , whenever we were alone in the crowd, when everything seems so bad and frustrating, when we felt useless living even for the next second, when feelings were not in our control, when we feel lost, we look out for love, we need love…

How beautiful it would be to have someone say ,” … But still  … I love you  … “.

Almost every human being needs this emotional need, otherwise it would be abnormal to be called a human. But there is no smooth way or direction to lead us to the path of love. Ups and downs … dreams and realities make our love a touching story.

We keep in our hearts such stories, untold secretively.

Lemme     tell you the story of my friend Viv and neena. Neena worked in a huge commercial city(mumbai) but away from her native.She had a great liking to come back and settle in her native(Kerala) . She wanted a peaceful life and she was much settled into her job. Around the start of the new year , neena meets a guy called Viv in the orkut, going through his profile. Viv worked in their native(cochin). After a long sentimental pause in her life ,she was about to meet a guy who would change her from what she was. She has been through the blues of a love ,one year back.

But in her life, she had been through the ups and downs of love. There was at times when she felt that she had found the love of her life. That was when she was finding out the true sense of attachment to somebody.

“At that time it was fun and I was blessed to have somebody love me. He was my dream man.” She was reading out a page from one of her old diaries.  She was studying in the 9th class, and at evenings she used to go for the tuition classes. She met a man there who was her first love , who carried her mind away for ever. “My life was so meaningful , with the thoughts of him around. There were days , when I was restless not having seen him for long.”

That affair continued for 6 long years, her life changed from a young teenager  to a college going girl. In that transition her love for him was growing stronger and stronger. She never thought that in this life, she will ever have to live without him. Never even in her dreams.

“I cried the whole night , when he called me and said that he is getting married. I could not control my heart. Sadness made me crazy and i lost “

” You know viv, I am always the loser, I dreamt of things beyond me, i knew i never get them but still i continued to hope, i knew when my hopes break they will break me too, but life is a surprise, we can not always bargain…” , she estimated a loss when her expectations were leaving her.

“We all think of treats and party , happiness in life is so necessary, but parting with some one whom we thought is good and mistook them for our partnership is so necessary ! Leave people who left us without any reason !! They never deserved us. Those who deserve us will never make us cry and we never cry for anybody in this world!!” ,viv was telling her .

“hmm… tell me was it true love that you had then for somebody” , viv asked her as if he was getting restless to know the story.

“When did you meet for the first time and where was it? “ he was impatient. His impatience made her uneasy. She always feared that his inquisitiveness was filled with doubts. He had to negate her doubts every time.

They were together for a couple of years.She loved him but their she never found what the true she was looking for.

It was Joe who was with her for almost two years, she was impressed with his looks and they were making the relation stronger.
“This was the first time in my life when i felt a value for myself , for a period of time I felt important and good for someone. I never valued myself ,and it was there on my face. ” Viv told me after i met him in the coffee house for a tea.
They had a talk and it seems life’s put a lot of challenges to them before they can unite. It is unbearable to lose somebody after learning that you are helpless.
I had a very busy day in the office so a cup of tea in the evening refreshed me a lot. A story over a cup of tea is the best thing I can have.
“But today my tears have come back!” ,he was sipping on and gazed into my eyes as if looking for an answer.
“hmm ! Why viv” , i knew it. I knew when i was in the university, to have lost a person would mean the loss of this world. You cry like a helpless destitute ,a child whose mother has just gone missing.
“My tears were waiting for a comeback. For the past six months they could never wet me completely. They tried but couldn’t. But today, they wet my soul. I am alone again. suddenly, all of a sudden I am alone. ” ,he was true. He will be indeed alone.
“She said, she is crying and wet her pillow, it was all because of me.” he was talking about neena.
“But, she may, never understand my pain” .
“No viv, you are wrong..she can easily understand.If i could then she will for sure” , i whispered to me in my mind.
“because, as usual, I used to eat away my pain. I became silent after years, probably after three years, in these three years, I chirped lot. As if my soul is dead. I was dead three years back to. I struggled really hard for a comeback!!!”
he was never interested in the tea now.
I know him very well, he talks and chirps like a chatterbox. But when sad he goes into a cocoon, and never comes out.

“I need a patient ear to listen to my story. ”
“I am here , i got time today tomorrow is a leave”

I noticed something about his dress. It looked shabby and smelly too. But i never bothered to ask him.
“It was first day in my office here that I came with the same dress which I was sleeping in. I was numb, after the call. I was like a deaf who could only hear the banging s of dance, the dancing of the wounded soul. This is what happened to me, a few years back, I could never cope up with my frustrations, and was thrown back and back…” I think he understood from looks and started telling what happened in the office.

“As my friend rightly told me,You are not made for this world. How many times yaar,
I don’t know why i make people cry.”
“You never make anybody cry, i know you make everybody laugh” i knew him well.
“hmm …”
“He is the guy who ate up every sorrow from rising and never show it up on the face.He would be appreciating people even when he lost the game. He would like to spend the last moment of his happiness even when he was pick pocketed just a few moments back.And they think he is the most happy man and never share, his sorrows he was alone “, i told to myself.


I was so engrossed in his story that i forgot about an appointment with Dr Arun. I was almost late ,but my cell phone started ringing. “How crap ” I got angry at the cell. But it was the appointment call. We are so packed up in our lives that emotions and feelings have no place in our lives.
“One sec ,Viv ”
“Hmmm……” he stopped.
i felt bad to break his conversation.
“hey ,I got to go right now and be back in the room after 30 minutes. We meet up there and continue the talks”, i was almost out at the reception paying the bills.
“sure , i will be n yr room after 30 minutes”
“see ya , then take care”
And we were off for a short break.

Viv walked alone in the streets for a while and he recollected the chat lines with neena ,”I drink too much of water, more than 2.5 liters of water a day, that’s why I cry so much, my eyes are full of water every time.”
“hahahahaha….” her reply came in.
“we are so emotional…” she typed in.
They would chat for hours after they reach home. It was a meeting time and they dated everyday.
It was a busy and a dark street he was walking with loads of thinking working tiresomely in his mind’s workshop. Its the devil’s workshop…
“But life has got something else in store for us ….
we will be close friends for ever … closer than ever friends had been … ” he said to himself..

“The rains were heavy and pour tons of water , the rain gods cried finally , they were waiting for us to cry. “she shouted over the phone.
She called me in the morning. I could hear rain bashing down heavily in the background …
But Gods are merciless they never have emotions. They never feel sad and happy…….

After 30 minutes we met at my room to resume the talk…
we got the dinner ready ,from a nearby hotel.
Thought of having it while we talked.

“I promised her a come back.”
“Apart from the sorrow and the sadness i have , today i am happy for her .
Today i may be sad , but my gratitude for the bigger happiness she has given me.
My most valuable accomplishment after this relation is that I’ve reached a point in my life where i live very, very consciously. Each day will have a purpose . Each day of my life will be filled with meaning and purpose and gratitude. I enjoy a deep sense of inner peace and joy. Today i can promise myself ,I am unafraid to take action and to fail.”

“i dont know if i can come back in life, you know am still struggling ” ,he has the one round ball of tear ,shaping up in the corner of his eyes.
i knew he was right… We all struggle to put an end to the struggles. But they all never seem to end.

This may be an ordinary love story, but it happens every now and then.  I am sure each one of us might have atleast gone through it once in this life span …

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One thought on “Post my love

  1. It is not your mistake if you cant read the eye which cheat you, but its really your mistake if you cant read the eyes which love you.

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