Love Story 2016

“Mummy, when will Papa come back?”
“He must be on his way! It’s too late, you eat and go to bed.”
Saying this she offered me my silver plate, only to hear,
“No I’ll eat only with Papa!”

At 11pm he came back and as a routine gave a gentle tap on my head, and we had dinner together. Mummy ate after us and went to wash utensils. Though no one ever told me what my papa does, but surely he was a very popular and respected man of our village. Our family also had the priviledge to buy anything without giving money in return, unlike common people!

The time then came which changed my life, that was entering a new school, a coed school! I was literally fed up with my previous “girls only” school! The first day, the first class, the first bench, the first boy I talked to, eventually became my best friend. He was new in our village. As time passed by, we became more than just friends; All happiness, sadness, misery that we experienced, we shared. And just before my 17th birthday, we realised that we live for each other, that we are in love! We started going out after school. But the way those villagers looked at me, whenever I was with him was stinging. I have stoppped myself from telling their behaviour to papa many times, otherwise they would have been kicked out of the village.

One bright day, we were sitting near my Papa’s land discussing future, discussing about telling our love to families. Though it was a very easy task for me, for him it was  difficult, some caste issues he said. There I saw the least expected figure at that very moment; my father! Thinking of this as the best time to accomplish my part of telling, I stood up and waved my hand for him. He came to us, but unexpectedly he passed me, first time without tapping my head, straight to…him, with a very different look from usual, with a look I have never seen before. Someone caught me from behind while I was shook by that look. Papa shot 3 bullets in his chest…

Everything from that point looked too dull and slow to me. I could even remember the 4th bullet passing through my head, with absolutely no pain… And I was sad, thinking,”I must be such a bad girl that, a person like my father had to do such a thing.”