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It was sheer coincidence that Sara met Aniket on a crowded railway platform. They had loved each other to bits, passionately, since childhood. Religion, class and other divisions that they were unaware of, tore them apart. Their dream marriage was an illusion. But would this sudden meeting, after 35 years, change anything? Will these childhood lovers be united in wedlock, now that they both had lost their respective spouses? Read this interesting story, in the regular column, in Different Truths.

She was walking slowly down the railway platform, when he came across and just held her by surprise. To her delight, she saw him standing tall even at this age and with that same charming smile.

Sara Daniel, a Christian lady, 63 years of age was standing in front of Aniket Dutta-Ray, her childhood love, who was just two years senior to her. In the hustle and bustle of the busy railway station both stood just staring at each other and holding hands.

It seemed as if they had forgotten the years that had flown away between them. After all 35 years is not a small gap, but these two seemingly were not affected by time.

Aniket was in a reverie. Sara was 13, and he, 15, when they had kissed each other hurriedly and awkwardly for the first time, at her home. An Anglo-Indian girl, she was stunning. Her pink petal lips were luscious. While kissing her, he slid his hand inside her tee. And as he grabbed her tits and pinched her nips, Sara let out an audible moan. She had dug her nails into his neck. They were lost, oblivious of others, behind a large curtain. Sara heard footsteps and pushed Aniket away, just in time, before her aunt, who looked at them suspiciously, could catch them red handed.

Aniket smiled. Sara remembered his naughty smiles. She blushed.   

They collected themselves…. It was Aniket, who first spoke and asked her to accompany him to a nearby coffee shop and chat for some time. This used to be a favourite joint of these two love birds. There were so much to share, so much to catch up. Despite silence and unspoken words, they still heard each other. This surprised Sara. Almost reading her mind, Aniket said, “It seemed nothing has changed between us…nothing much, I mean.” Sara nodded like the 19-year girl, he had known many years ago.

They stole glances, smiled silly. Aniket’s held Sara’s hand and was caressing it, as he did…and the touch that Sara had not forgotten, ever.

Sara was in a sensuous flashback. Aniket’s parents were not at home on a monsoon afternoon. Nor his sister. She could not remember why. She had dropped in on the pretext of studying math. She rang the bell. Aniket pulled her inside with such force that she almost crashed into his arms. He picked her in his arms. He kissed her face, raindrop-like, and almost flung her on his bed. Before she could protest, he had undressed her partly. Her skirt was bundled up and her panties yanked off. She closed her legs in fear. “Someone will see us…” is all she could say. He smiled. “No one is home.” As it started raining heavily, Aniket entered her. They were one. That afternoon Sara became a woman. His bed sheet had blood stains…

Sara turned red. Aniket teased her, “What did you recall.” She just said, in a small voice, “That rainy afternoon, when you made me yours. Forever….” Both giggled.  

Hours flew, both spoke of their past. They came to know that they had lost their respective spouses. Also that their children were all well settled and to their utter astonishment both of them were grandparents.

Aniket had just returned along with his family from USA. But they were lonely, sad and depressed. The most amazing fact was that they both still loved each other passionately. The wheel had come full circle, in so many years. But, now there was no pressure of parental (read social) permissions.

It was only because of Sara’s parents’ strong rejection of their relationship and emotional pressure on their single daughter that Sara convinced Aniket to break-up and get married according to their respective parents’ wishes. The difference in their religion and social status had caused the split.

Sara and Aniket started meeting more often and enjoyed each other’s company just as they used to before. But now it was more matured and deep. It was an entirely mental affair and they found that they felt no more lonely and sad.

It was one fine day when Aniket proposed again to her and this time was for marriage and living together. Sara was very happy but was reluctant of the idea because of her family who she thought would strongly object. But in her heart, she always had wanted to be with Aniket, her first and her only true love.

Aniket thought of sharing this idea with a mutual friend, Prabir, who was friendly to both the families. Prabir was very happy and wanted these two old pals of him back together and he tried to convince both the families, the children and whosoever was connected with all of them. He told all about Sara and Aniket’s childhood love, their sacrifices, their heartbreaks and now their desire to stay together again as destiny wanted. Slowly all understood the situation and felt it would be a great idea to get Sara and Aniket together again. It was a perfect love story.

So the Big Day came, and both got married in a wedding registrar’s office in the presence of their children, close friends and most surprisingly, the young grandkids, who were the wedding planners. It was they who were most excited at this grand event.

Aniket had bought a flat at Rajarhat, Kolkata. They moved into their love nest, albeit 35 years later.

They became the fodder for newspapers, gossip society magazines and TV channels. Aniket and Sara’s marriage was discussed and debated at many places; some gossiped, some admired their courage, some laughed at them.

But these two were not affected by any of these stories. The only thing that mattered to them most was their fulfillment of their childhood dreams of staying together.

Each morning, they sat in armchairs in the balcony of their flat, with smoking coffee cups in hand looking at each other, speaking softly. There was a heavenly bliss of satisfaction on their faces, which glowed with the morning rising sun and stayed the day long. Their only dream now is to live and die in each other’s arms.

True love never dies!

©Nitasu aka Sunita Paul

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