Shyvani began to avoid me, and I also started to obliterate her from my mind and memory, but we both knew it was not possible for us to forget each other. Many days had been passed and finally winter season came. Our school was a Bengali mission school so in Durga Pooja we got 9 days leave in which various activities occurred, but I didn’t take part in any of those. But as my sweetheart was a good classical dancer, so she participated in a dance.
Finally the day came when Shvyani had to perform on stage and it’s obvious that I was not going to miss the chance watching her dance. At that night Shvyani dressed herself like Goddess Durga and danced with a great precision and showed the dignity of Goddess Durga. I also felt prodigious when I saw her dancing in that Avatar. I congratulated her at the end of the dance and she replied with a Thank you.
We again started talking to each other, but this time not for a very long time.
After a couple of days when I was studying for my Final exams, suddenly I heard that somebody was smacking the door very hardly. When I opened the door, I saw one of the Shyvani’s friends who was very scared and was crying very hardly. Her face and eyes were looking dull. I understood that something terrible had happened. I asked her curiously – “What’s the matter?”
She replied with a groan – “Vicky! Shyvani is in hospital and she is expecting you, she is taking your name every time.”
I asked her – “What’s the matter? What happened to her? And why she is in hospital?”
Her friend tried to hide her yearn and replied – “I can’t explain right now, hurry up! She is in a mournful condition and expecting you hardly.”
I felt little flabbergasted that what had happened to such a healthy girl suddenly, even some very bad thoughts kept running in my mind – “What would have happened? Did she meet with an accident? Oh my God! What should I do?” I got up in a hurry and took my diary in which I had written some words for her.
After some time we were in the hospital. Her friend asked me to wait at the reception. After some time a doctor approached me and asked – “Are you Vicky?”
I replied – “Yes Doctor, I am Vicky, but where is Shyvani?”
He said – “Don’t worry, she is ok, but before you meet her, let me prompt you that she is not in a condition to talk too much, so don’t let her talk. Her ward no ‘104’ is in the left corner after 4 wards.”
That day was one of the most challenging days for me and I was shivering in a fear of losing my dear. No one was telling exactly what happened to her. I tried to hold my patience and tears.
I entered the ward no ‘104’. She had lost a little glow of her face because of her sickness, but she was still looking beautiful. When I saw her in that situation, I wailed for a while, then I hold my heart and went near her. As she was sleeping I didn’t wake her, instead I sat near her, took her hands in my hand and started watching that cute face. I tried to stop myself, but then a little tiny drop of tear fell into the hands of Shyvani and because of which she woke up. When she saw me, she looked very comforted and drawled –
“Oh! Is it you my dear? Thank God! At least you have come to meet me otherwise I thought after that day when my father misbehaved with you, you won’t come.”
I nodded and replied – “Dear! It’s all about you. When your friend told me about your plight, I was very nervous. Thank God you are ok.”
She took a deep breath and said – “I know you don’t like me because my family background is different. But Vicky I like you a lot and felt pleasant when you come with those poems and songs for me. They would be just some lines for anybody but for me they are very precious. Anybody could give me expensive gifts but nobody gives me those lines which you gave me.”
I replied her with a smile – “Dear, it’s not about me or you, or your family, it’s about your happiness, and believe me if it’s good for you to leave me or to make some distance with me then I am happy. I can write these lines for you for 24/7 if you want. All of my greatest creations are for nobody but you. You are the beginning and end of my world. I knew you like my silly poems and songs so I have come with my diary.”
I took out my diary and started reading those lines for her:--
The winds will blow as it used to,
The flowers will blossom and spread their fragrance,
The clouds will rain with the dancing peacocks,
The rivers will flow with the same acceleration exaggeratedly,
The sun will still rise from east,
But what would I do if you would not be with me,
My world will shatter with the nemesis of losing you,
The winds will stop blowing in my envision,
The rain drops will stop between the two levels of its existence,
My heart will still beat, but with some blatant view of grief,
But my heart beat will slower down from your separation,
It means that I would become a Zombie.
I am not saying that I can pick those twinkling stars for you,
I am not saying that I will dry up an ocean for you,
I am not saying that I’ll destroy this whole universe for you,
But yes, if you’ll ordain me once,
I’ll try to reach up to those twinkling stars, whether I would obscure in the large magnitude of this vast sky,
And one day if I would reach near them I’ll try to pick them for you,
Whether I would destroy my existence in its burning fire,
If you’ll ordain me once, I will try to arid the whole ocean,
Doesn’t matter if I would immerse myself in its deepness.
And if you’ll ordain me once, I will try to destroy this whole universe,
Whether I would destroy myself in that attempt.
She felt very gratified with my lines. A little smile came into her face and also some drops of tears which I grabbed in my hands and said – “Please don’t do this dear, you may not know but those tears are most precious things for me in this world, and you don’t dare to waste them like this.” Then an eager thought came in my mind and I wrote these lines for her:--
Oh tears go back, it’s a burning rain,
Tears don’t you dare to come again,
Why are you leaving those beautiful eyes?
I don’t like girls when they cry,
So tears I want you to put back again,
Those little huts of eyes are for you to live,
Don’t dare to come again if you want to live,
My love for her is little insane,
Oh tears go back, it’s a burning rain.
( You can read the full poem here: -- https://steemit.com/poetry/@vinaypsychic/poem-oh-tears-go-back )
Then she gave me a smile and said – “Be happy wherever you are, because if you are happy then somebody is also happy in some part of this world.”
So that was the last meeting of me with her. When her father saw me, he called me near him and said – “Son! We are going through an agony this time, Shyvani is just a little girl, and she doesn’t differentiate between what is good or bad for her. I know you can understand this, and it’s like wasting both your and her time in this relationship, and you both are not mature yet. I want you to go back to your home, study for your exams, and obliterate Shyvani’s memory from your mind. She is shifting to ICU for having the operation and I don’t want any issues, so it’s better that you leave.”
This was an excerpt taken from my book - "Love Never Dies." You can read the full book by buying it on Amazon Kindle from the link below: --