She went back to hostel after that incident. We spoke regularly after that. One day I came to know that she had caught fever. Knowing her, I assumed she must not have visited the doctor, so I personally went to a doctor and got medicines for her. I visited her hostel in the noon and advised her to take the medicine. She seemed to be surprised and was very grateful for it. I noticed that she had lost more weight than ever. I wanted to take her home. But she wouldn’t listen to me.
She came home during Diwali. This time, the storm within her had calmed down and she seemed more composed than before. After much insistence from my friends, I decided to tell her about my feelings. I was scared but nonetheless, I had to tell her this time before it was too late.
I was in a very good mood indeed as I could hear her laughing and cracking PJ with my sister. I assumed even she was in a good mood. I was waiting for an opportunity to be alone with her again and to reveal my feelings for her. I wanted to tell her that I loved her more than anyone .And that I would never let any tears come in her eyes. I would bring her all the joys and happiness, which she deserved.
It was evening by the time I got her alone. She came out in the veranda for lighting the lamps. It was a perfect star lit sky and her cute face was shining like the lamps which she was lighting. I also started helping her by lighting the other lamps and started a conversation with her. After few random tit-bits, I told her that I loved her. Initially she didn’t react to what I said. I assumed she didn’t hear. So I repeated myself again. I love you Sneha. She stared at me for almost sometime. And then she started laughing. She assumed that I was joking with her. When I convinced her, that I was really in love with her. She just told that she never saw me that way. She considered me as a very good friend and there was nothing more to it. I stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do next.
I messaged her later that night. But she never replied. I cried that night. It seemed to be the longest night of my life. She went back to her hostel next day itself. I felt guilty for causing her more pain.
I never saw her after that. I missed her a lot. I received a new job offer in another country and I moved on. From my family, I kept hearing about her. I wondered whether she ever thought of me or even remembered me.
Today I write this, as I would be visiting my country after three long years, I wonder how she would look now, and would she still talk to me? I don't know....yet
P/S : Dear readers, that's the end of the "the Untold Stories" series. Hope you have enjoyed it.
PPS: Hey there is a fourth and fifth part to this, its on request from friends and bloggers!!