The powerful relationship dwells in trust, sacrifices, and adjustments and those who are having such relationship lives in harmony.
I was late in office that day, I woke up at around 7 am, two hours later than the usual schedule. Due to late, I picked up my motorbike instead of a bicycle. It takes me around 25 minutes by motorbike and 45 minutes by bicycle. Since it was the morning of February 2019, it was still cold outside. Occasionally, I could see some fog around me. That was not mattered at all, I was sure many of my colleagues will be absent or late due to last night. It guessed from my past several years of experience. I slept after 1.30 am. The reason was simple, it was valentine, which began in the midnight, we had a great time together.
Next day, I had my breakfast in the office around at 9:20 am and took a walk around the cricket ground. My office has a considerable one, just like a real one what we see on TV. Despite, it has all the grounds like Football, Holly-ball, Tennis etc. As I turned and started walking by the cricket ground, a girl passed on my right side. She was not sad nor happy.
“He said that we can be together, but not sure that he will get married to me,” a girl said on the phone. She was talking with someone, telling about her boyfriend.
Her age was the perfect for marriage. How long she had spent staying together only she would know, but she was talking to her friend was absolutely normal. She didn’t find loss or gain in the relationship. However, one can guess that whatever time it took her to that level of understanding, it was utterly learnings from the ups and downs of the life.
The last night both must had a huge long night conversation and the sleepless night. You must be thinking that she had a break-up or the relationship was about to end today or tomorrow. It was obvious why she would fall in love with a man who is not interested in married life.
After I heard this, a thought came into my mind that there are thousands of lovers and their dreams, some may be achieving, and the rest are not. I took another ten steps, I saw another girl. Looking at her, she seemed just graduated and had joined the organization recently. I was sure I can recognize her from her identity card, it was brand new, hanging in her neck. I saw her, she was talking happily with her family members.
“I am feeling so good today.” She said.
Her face expression was quite revealing the information without saying anything, but I was certain that she was not talking with any boyfriend. The valentine day seems not that important for her than her parents.
I smiled looking at up in the sky and went ahead, my working building was away, just a minute of walk. I thought I just need a cup of tea. Likewise, I took a right turn on the sunny path and stood in front of a bullock cart where I could get tea, it was standing on the footpath side. It was a modern kind of stall in our office, many come there for sipping morning tea in their first break. Don’t panic, it had no bullocks, only a cart with a big kettle of tea. Around the area, the boys, and girls were sitting together, maybe they were cracking the jokes, and some sitting in the nook, few couples were talking about their serious relationship.
A girl came in there and held her mobile phone to her ear, she was adult and matured enough. And started talking on the phone. She had a red long one-piece and from her tone looked frustrated. It seems like she had a fight, and it is still going on. The sweaty face of the girl making a roll down to her cheek. In her tone, I couldn’t find any patience. She was shouting question continuously and was not listening, every time she was cutting the next person.
“I don’t care, where are you? You did not call me since last night, where are you?” She smiled looking at the people out there, then again got serious on the call.
“Please give me a cup of tea?” She ordered.
What kind of love it is? I got a question. I took my cup and founded my nook on the road, since I need sunlight. The road of my office is wide, and no vehicles allowed inside the campus except ambulance.
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“Were you talking to her all night?” Saying this, she went on the opposite side holding her teacup and continued on the call.
I am damn sure this is not being loving, it is a kind of harassment, and such relationship won’t stand for the long period. The love needs sacrifice, adjustment, understanding, and the last is trust. Without these, it wouldn’t succeed in life.
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