This is an anecdote about two platonic lovebirds. This is a tale between two loving hearts. This is story about my own life and my beloved Indira. I never ever told this story before. However, when I read story about Sajan, I could not stop myself and I feel that I must share my story. Like Shakespeare says, ‘Life is like a play - we merely go through the stages of our life acting it out.’ I really love this poetry of Shakespeare who give me hearten to live on now.
I am writing this because of I was victim of poverty, victim of my self pride, victim of self- efficacy, victim of society. I loved my Indira when I was in 7th grades and my Indira was in 6th grades. I still remember the first day, when I saw Indira; It was the welcome days for new students in my high school. She was new student of class six. Indira’s father was new doctor in local health post; therefore, Indira was new student in my school. After some times, Indira became so popular within students and teacher. Because of she was coming from English medium school. She spoke better English than many students in Year 10 and even better than many teachers which make her most popular student in our school. But my side, I was still learning to write some simple sentences. I was started my ABCD when I was in year 4, still it was very hard for me when I was in year 7. Most of our teacher always references her name as bright student of school and they encourage being like Indira.
Since, Indira came to school, I start to think about her and I was always dieing to see her, even tough I never had courage to talk to her. After couple of weeks, Indira came to my school, I was so keen to see her all the time, therefore, I bunk my class and hide myself near the class six windows therefore, I can see the Indira. I always get punishment for not attending the classes; even Teachers punished me in front of all the students. I never care what people think about me, I always dream to be with Indira. My life was passing like that for couple of months. Finally Mid term exam came; I did so badly in my exam. I failed five subjects out of seven. My teachers were not happy with me; they think something wrong with me. I was one of the best students in mathematics, even in that subject I failed. I was simply not functioning well, because of my day dreams to be with Indira. Even, I did not have courage to talk her because of I feel so shy and so afraid to talk with her. I was typical country boy with optimum dream to be with Indira. When Time passed by I became more passionate with her. It was still my one sided love. I still remember, School holiday (June/ July) was one of most painful moments for me, because I could not see her that time. Those two months was one of the longest months in my life.
As vacation finished, everybody seems so happy and vibrant, even I was so happy because I am able to see Indira everyday. Time pass by, I always had same routine to steer Indira from classroom windows. Finally, Last term exam commenced, but I could not do well, and I failed. Especially My poor mother, she was so sad and she cry because of I failed. My mother had dreams for me to be successful person in my life. One day, She come to me and make me promise study hard and fulfill her dreams. I still remember my poor mother’s face. I was dream of her. However, I was happiest man to fail in the exam because I can be in the same class with Indira. I was so excited. I could not wait till class start. The first day of school, I came at school around 7. 30 am,( two and half hours earlier than class start). I still remember that first day, I talked to Indira, as I told, I was two hours earlier, I hold the first row two seats for me and Indira. When she came to class most of the front row seats were taken, and I asked her ‘You can stay next to me’. First of she look at me with denial eyes, and then she accepted my offer. I was happiest man in the world. First period of class was English subject, Rabindra sir was our English teacher. When he saw me in same class, he told me, oh boy, u are here! Why u did not study hard! Oh how poor boy. Everyone in class laugh at me, expect Indira. At that day, I promise my self, I am gonna study hard from now. Even Indira told me, do not worry I will help u as well. Time passes on, I was so happy with my new class room, She helped a lot doing my English home works and I improve in my math as well. That was I credit goes to Indira who inspired me to study again. Our time was passed like that almost for three years. It was love from my side. Even she had not clue that I was in love with her. She always treat me as a friend only and she feel that she have to help me to pass my exam.
When Finally, SLC exam came, I was in so much in tense, how I will have to money to go stay in district head quarter for seven days. Even my family did not have money to send me. I remember, my mum sold her ‘gold’s Tilari’ in order to send me to sit on exam. That was the moments, my life has turned significantly. My respect towards all mothers has been reached the height of mouth Everest and beyond. I really did well in my exam me and Indira was only two students who passed in 1st divisions. Indira was happy with her results, she was telling me, u know I am gonna study in Kathmandu and I am going to study in science and I will be doctor like my dad. For me, It was just dream to study in Kathmandu, My family even could not afford to send to study in ktm. Again, I had to be preparing to tolerate the separation with Indira. I cry so many days and nights after separating with Indira. But my family thought that I was sad and crying because of they are not sending me to Kathmandu for further study. Finally , my family decide to sell 5 ropani field ( Khet) for my further study. They told me to be teacher and doctor because they can not afford to send me to study science and later on doctor. One of the criteria was for me to get job in ktm, while I was studying night classes in RR Campus. Any ways, I was so happy to go ktm, therefore, I could meet Indira. Oneday. I went to Indira’s college and met her. It was very upsetting moments. When I shouted her name, Indira! Indira, she looked at me and just gave me pale smile, She was not so exicted to see me because of my gaule dress up and Panda shoe and so on. She was wearing nice khurtha suruwal and nice sweater. When we were talking some of her new friends come and ask her, who I am? She replied that I am boy from village and just boy from village. It was really hurt me and I was so upset. Even she did not ask me where u staying and what u studying. She just ignores me and left with her friends. After that incident, I could not sleep for months but I had promise with my mother, I will study hard and fulfill her dream. After sometimes, study was became my only goal for my life and I was keep studying in evening and working in retail shops in afternoon. I was self dependent when I was 17 and even I help my family and send some money to back to village. After two year doing that I finished my IA ( Intermediate of Arts) from RR colleges. I was still working and studying. Later on, I joined the BA in Same RR college and in the morning shift.
It was dashain and tihar seasons, I was so busy working in my retails shop, I saw Indira with her friends. She was so surprised to seeing me there. She asked me do u work here? I say yes. At the moment she told me, she is going to study MBBS in India. That is why she wann do some shopping from here. One of her friend smile and said to me, oh my god u have changed since we show u last time! Oh U looks good! Nice hair cut! blaha blah. I was not comfortable with comments. Even, her friend asks me how many days u work in this shop? She told me she is gonna come some other days for The first time I see the jealousness n the Indira’s faces. They both left! One day again, Indira came herself and ask to have lunch together. I said, Yes, right way, and we went to have lunch somewhere in new road. She told me that day, She was jealous when I was talking to her friends on the other days and not to talking to her much on that day. I told her really what I feel for her and How much I love her since I was her 8 years ago. I was always loved her. After hearing my felling, she cries too! We both cry for each other. But time was so cruel for us; she had to go to India for India. And I was keep working and studying as well. Finally I finished my BA and find Job in tourism industry. Our platonic love was growing so fast again. Every week, we sent letter each other. I always so happy to read her letter, I still love to read her letter as well.
After the final year of MBBS, Indira came to KTM to do her practical in teaching hospital. I try to meet her all the time when she was in ktm. But she was avoiding to meet her because of her parent’s pressure. Her parents threaten for not to see me, if she do, they gonna hurt me badly. Her parents never like me because I was from poor family; I was not doctor, so on. I am not suitable for her at all. Like William Worthsword says, Love is everything! I feel the same. I had love for Indira, it was greatest assets I had.
Finally Poor Indira could not resists her parents wish, She finally marry with rich businessman son. I was left all alone. My life again turn around and sad. One day. I met Indira after her marriage, she promised me not to be sad and she also promised we will be together in heart and she also promised we gonna be together in future life. After those meeting , I try to move on, but It is hard to do so. After 1 ½ years of Indira’s marriage I left the Nepal. I left my family, I felt everything to forget her and to forget the memories. But I still, it is hunting me. I really give big credit to Sajan Bro, who inspire to write this.
This is not only story about me, this is story about 100 poor village boys who is victimize by so called wealthy people. After 17 years in love with Indira, I am still sad and lonely, I still missed her. There is something very extra ordinary things happened to Indira which is one of horrifying moments of my life.
My all dear friends who read this story, I have write this ending, because it is very very sad ending. I might write in future but not now, Because I wann feel my love to Indira is always vibrant and dynamic
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