A blur.

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23rd March 2012.

Dear Diary,

It was raining like any other days. I stood there staring at her. She crossed the road carefully with just one of her female friends helping her. Its hard to believe that someone so bright could just see darkness. Her name was Anita. She met with a road accident a  few years ago. Lost her eyesight forever. She's perfect, if you ask me. We had a small talk during the first year of our college.
I fell for her since then. She loves a guy. Maybe she won't ever love me. 



28th March 2012.

Dear Diary,

One of the best days of my life. Anita stood there on the other side of the road. Waiting for her friend help her cross the road. I dont know what came up to my mind. I went upto her. Introduced myself.. Helped her cross the road.
"Thanks alot. Do i happen to know you?", She smiled.
"Abhi Sharma. Same year, same college" I replied.
"You're not embarrassed to make a blind adult cross the road? ".
"I could do it all my life."
Anita left my hand. I don't know why.
"Haha. Anyways Coffee?", She asked.
"Sure", my reply.

We walked into the coffee shop. Ordered two coffee and started talking.
Some boys of our college started laughing at us and we ignored.

"You know you why i left your hand? You reminded me of my ex. Alot like him.
We made promises. Promised to marry each other. But he left me and went for someone else. Someone who could see."

"Anita, Not everyone is the same.", my immediate reply.
"You still love him? " I asked.
"I begged him to stay. He didn't.".

We finished the coffee. I dropped her at her class and went to my hostel.



19th October 2013

 Hey Diary,

How have you been?
Anita and I've become best friends. We share stuff about each other.
I take her for early morning rides. She loves it.
We are even a part of an NGO for blind people.
Anita loves being with them.
Life has changed. She's happy maybe.
Maybe she still loves the guy, maybe not.
I don't know.

I'm happy as long as she's happy.

Anita Pradhan, I love you. A bit more than yesterday.
I couldn't say.



7th February 2014

 Still don't  know why I'm  writing  this.
But  diary, you've  seen everything right?
Couldn't I be enough for her?
Couldn't i love her enough to forget the person she loved.

It's been 13 days since Anita's suicide.
The guy she used love got married.
Anita couldn't take it and jumped from the roof.
All this while i thought she was happy.
I couldn't save her. I couldn't make her happy.

I love you Anita. Come back please.
I promise I'll heal each and every part of you.
Make you smile so much so that forget each and every pain you've received.

Come back please?





3rd July 2017

 "Congratulations. You're a father now", Doctor said with a professional smile.

I was in tears for the first time after almost 3 years.
Everyone around me was happy.
I looked at the baby.
She looked like an Angel.

" So you what do you want to name her", asked my wife.
"She'll be Anita Sharma.", I replied still in tears.

Yes, the girl whom i loved is still  a part of my heart. Her smile still resides in one corner of my mind everytime.
Sometimes, i would just walk upto the road where we first met and would think about her.
She was in pain but she didn't let anyone know about it. Lived her life until one day the pain defeated her.

 I felt asleep that night. And I see Anita kiss my angel and smile to me.

I smiled back.
And then it was all a Blurr.

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