1942 : An Ode to Love
by Monika
by Monika
She was rushing hurriedly across the dark lane.
Not noticing the young boy, in blue uniform she collided with him and he fell into the open drain running parallel to the street.
"I am sorry" she said, as she looked at him in the mess.
She knew from the uniform that he was an intern at the college where her father was a Dean, under the British.
"Let me help you, I can lend you my father's clean clothes", she offered.
Not wanting to enter his hostel smelling like sewer he accepted the help that was being offered.
"Dad it was all my fault", she explained apologetically, as the Dean eyed his favourite student covered in filth.
"Take a shower and wear these clothes then come down for dinner, I will inform the hostel warden that you will stay with me tonight", instructed the Dean.
He had a memorable evening, enchanted by her smile and smitten by the dimple on her left cheek.
Soon their wedding was announced and preparations started with enthusiasm.
The beautifully adored Indian bride awaited her groom.
He did come, thought not alive as his car met with a fateful accident.
The news she couldn't survive, in death did they unite.
Instead of the holy fires, to witness promises for ever, there lit the two lovers' pyres.
The news she couldn't survive, in death did they unite.
Instead of the holy fires, to witness promises for ever, there lit the two lovers' pyres.
