A LITTLE WALK (Part-1)

3 lives, 3 perspectives and one end, Love...

CHAPYER-1
A STEP FORWARD
Being the daughter of a business tycoon made it easy for me to build a resort in the valley of Maula, but after a lot of struggle against my father who only wanted profit not satisfaction. I limited the accommodation to ten at a time which agitated him and he asked me is it for the sake of running an inn that I took MBA! Oh that was a fatal blow for me! But I cannot surrender so easily. I said it is a big project and will not be able for a lot of people to get access there because I’m planning to invest crores and will get more if my dad will be kind enough to help me. And that was it for my dad to melt.
My dad could not understand my treacherous mind which has its own plans. I could not explain or let anyone know how much affection I have in my heart for the place and waited for the moments I is going to spent there, ravishing the calmness and serenity in the pretext of running a resort. I convinced my dad to construct the most luxurious resort in the world so that his name and fame will flourish vigorously and I will make him proud to say that I’m his only legacy. A lovely trick! I assumed it as nearly impossible for the resort to be crowded always, as its accommodation was expensive.
It took almost eight months to complete the construction and two months for interior decoration. There were five permanent servants who resided there itself along with me and other twenty came weekly to clean the whole resort. I didn’t let it seem out of place in the valley though made it classy at the same time. No one can recognise it as a building from above or looking from afar. Because the roof was mantled with infinite plants and the wooden attire of the whole place was something that amalgamated the artificiality with Nature. The bamboo stair ways and wooden pavement made the body go cool and attractive to the sight. One will definitely feel its countenance as a production of the nature herself...or something camouflaged into nature.
To catch a glimpse of the beautiful moments spent together... I ran to the memory lane only to find it is nebulous...with my tears...her pain. God is punishing me. She is a baby. Oh god she is such a child who will get excited to go for a night drive, make funny baby faces to convince me to meet her parents, cry for getting her favourite ice cream and gets happy when I fondly caress her forehead and blow my breath to tug away her tresses which always curtains her face because of her hairstyle. I feel like standing in cloud nine whenever I made her blush and see unconditional love in her eyes, only for me.
When I asked her to marry me, I was scared of rejection, because she never wanted to get married. And the pricking truth was she was just twenty five and me... a forty years old middle aged man. Maybe no one think of me as that much old, but it was the reality. You will think how much shameless I’m to ask for the hand of a little girl. But it was an act of do or die for me. I wanted her to leave me. Yes, my mind always made me remember the fact that she is too young to be in my life. And my heart ached for her at the same time and battled against my mind. Finally I decided to throw the stone which will hit her conceptions of life. I decided to use her hatred towards matrimony to make her realise that we can never be together. I was sure that she will reject my proposition. But I failed to realise that she was craving to hear those words from me! I failed to think another way. I failed to catch the sparkle in her eyes whenever I was around, only for me. Yes the girl whom I knew inside out was waiting for the one who can give her the pleasurable pain in the world which no one else is capable of just behind the three words, “I Hate Marriage”.
I was immersed in the love story of Raghu and Kavitha, the names will seem ordinary but Sathyanarayan never fails to make the ordinary extraordinary to the readers. It was during my third semester exams that I read news regarding the identity of“my Sathya” that he is a terrorist. Oh God! How filthy the people can be! If a person chooses to get away from the maddening crowd and getaway with his passion, he becomes alien. He will be demarked as a criminal, a thief or precisely a terrorist like the media recently titled Sathya for choosing his privacy above everything. No wonder I failed in the last exam the reason being there was my love for Sathya which I regarded as just a crush being a teenager. I never thought of being in love with the epitome of romance and being with him for the rest of the life. But yes I imagined wildly about what will be my reaction when I meet him, because there is plenty of time before I die.
Humane next short story written by Sathya which became a controversial one, jotted his reaction against the assumptions of the media. The small piece of literature became a fatal blow to the existence of media and the government decided to ban it. Sathya was a lucky man, because he was a heartthrob having a lot of women in his life who were ready to fight for him. They revolted against the governmental decision. Next day, all the news papers apologised to the unknown demigod of the century for their idiocy. I was so happy to read the same. You will think what makes the difference if I were also a part of the struggle. But I’m a secret admirer of Sathya. Yes I had the collection of all of his books which were kept with all other collections. No one can find who my favourite writer is. There were a lot of texts that I never even flipped a page to look. But sathya, every single word by him, his breath in each line, his tone, his pause, his sigh, his rhythm, I can feel everything in it. That was what I felt special in him.
I became conscious of my feelings. Am I a lesbian not to get attracted towards a boy? But I never felt like falling in love with any boy I met. We will feel like butterflies in our stomach when we dream of our prince charming and the burning feeling of passion will only feel for a single person. That was what my close friend defined the feeling of being in love. And I was shocked and embarrassed by acknowledging the truth that I already felt those beautiful feeling which I thought I never or never will, for a person whom I never seen or never going to be seen in my life time. Yes I realised that I’m in love with a man maybe a woman whom the world admires and loves for his or her wonderful literary works. For the first time I felt jealous of the women who were head over heels in love or precisely lusting “My Sathya” and the ghost of possessiveness swallowed my whole being for the human being named Sathya, which made me go crazy and angry on myself for not being able to share my frustration to anyone.

Author's Note

It's my first piece of work that I 'typed' so that I can paste it here. No offends and plagiarism cause I'm so weak a reader and copying is not my cup of..you know. You may think it's stupid and unworthy of reading. But I can't help writing either. The prologue is on and I'll post the rest of it 'cause I'm typing in my mob. You know it's so difficult. Please share your views and try not to bash at me