Love-The Untold Story...

"Anitha Shaik", I spelled my name again for the 100th time in the last few years.
Shaik and I should have met a long time before. But our fate was to meet in the busy corridor where I crossed this coolest guy. But again that day was nothing special, just another guy to pass by. And the next time our paths crossed, I saw him coming right towards me, giving a pause he said, " Hey! So you're Anitha right?...Mmm...Remember Uncle Wasim ?? I'm his son"....Oh my! Why not, why not? Uncle Wasim and my dad were friends right from college and I had no clue about his handsome son...Yes, my mind was dancing with thoughts, right then I heard "Anitha??" ..Within seconds I was back to reality and all I could say was, "Oh, great!!"...Poor boy for one second he just looked and left his leave. Oh Anitha, What have you done?...And the rest was just sulking out.

Days passed ...By then unofficially "Anitha Shakthivel" was now "Anitha Shaik". It's not about when or how? But ours was just another plain love story bounded by the heart strings. Being from the same college, meeting each other was never an issue.

It was time to part away and we shifted to different workplaces. We were in no way different than the other sweethearts and hence we missed each other badly. But time was just rushing through and we arrived at the edge. Now came the battle of acceptance.

Though our parents were bounded by the bonds of friendship, the scar left by the caste had it's roots laid firm in the heart which ruled all the other out. Rejection was all to be expected. But both of us were determined, the difference laid in the red thilak on my forehead. I was rubbing it fiercely while Shaik was casting it on his forehead and now this made the difference and we broke the barriers. A single sign on the sheet and now Shaik was officially mine. All was a relief...

Until...
Evil people under the clutch of religion started to intervene. None were able to listen to the voice of the innocent heart which craved for trust, love and bond. It had no clue about the trauma or pain inflicted.

Shaik, every moment when our daughter asks me, "Where's Papa?" How am I supposed to accuse her own Grandparents?..Every year when I come here to lay the flowers the injustice comes flashing, but my daughters life is still at stake and chained in cuffs unable to fight I lie here like a coward.

That's how your absence left a rift in my heart...