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Chapter 7 - Smiling doesn't mean love!

I've packaged all my bags. I cleaned the mess in my room. It's around 8 in the evening. I vacated my room, handed over the keys to the landlord. They gave me a warm bye. I started walking on the streets with my belongings. I went to Mrs. lucy's house.

I sat on her couch. she gave me some water.

so, you are going by train?

I said yes.

Here take this food, eat it when you are hungry on the train.

Thank you Mrs lucy.

she went inside her bedroom and came out with an envelope.

Takes this money, it may be useful for you.

No, please I have enough money to reach my destination. Thank you.

Shut your mouth and take the money, said in a serious tone.

I couldn't refuse it again. I kept them in my pocket.

{few minutes of silence}

what exactly is your business plan?

what if it fails?

well, Mrs lucy there is nothing like a plan. many years ago itself we thought of starting a food business but, we were not having enough money. so we dropped it. But my friend Krishna migrated to Lucknow and settled over there. He is having a small family. He earned a little money, thereby doing all odd works. So he told me, he will be taking care of the money. cooking food should be taken care of me. we agreed with each other and that's how I decided to go there.

Seems like you were planning all this for a long time, isn't it?

well, yes, Mrs.lucy.

The clock struck 9 pm.

I should go to the station if not I may miss my train, I told and stood up.

She came near to me and tightly hugged me. I touched her hair and was rubbing them.

Take care of your health Mrs lucy, eat well, be happy.

(tears in her eyes started dropping)

she told, ok. I will.

While I was leaving, she stopped me and gave me a big sheet of white paper rolled. I opened it. she made an art of me, selling flowers. It was adorable.

I loved the painting. Thank you Mrs.lucy.This art is incredible.

I took a taxi and went to the station. Inside one was miserable. I was leaving a beautiful woman who cares about me. I m missing someone whom, no one would afford to flee. The train arrived on the platform. Luckily I got a seat to sit. I was imagining that she would come to the station and say a final goodbye. but that did not happen, the train started moving and the time has come to say goodbye to Hyderabad. I closed my eyes and was feeling heavy inside.

later, I opened my eyes started looking outside the window, the nature was beautiful. God has created birds, mountains, trees, and everything to enjoy and heal ourselves. That moment I felt nature was the remedy for moving on in love.

on the other side of the compartment, there was a girl in a dark green dress, she had long hair, her eyebrows were narrow, and a broad nose. I was stunned because she exactly resembled my old friend Olivia. I thought her mother would be Olivia unfortunately she's not. I was amused. I started staring at her so that, she would give me eye contact. After a long time, she looked at me. I gave a smile looking at her. she saw and ignored me. Of course, a stranger seeing you and giving smile is a bit strange only.

I am sorry I haven't told you about Olivia right?

come on, Let's time travel to my past.

Many years ago.

I was in 9 the standard. Everyone believes school memories are the best, so do I. My experiences were not the best, rather I could say they horrify me. I was one of the most notorious guys in my class. All I used to do in my school is annoy teachers, irritate friends, disturb the whole class. It was fun for me.

To support these nasty things I have two friends too. They always put me in vulnerable situations.

One day, one of my friends told me that a girl who was sitting in another row was constantly seeing you!

Dude, I think she loves you, take a look once he said, with a frown face.

(Of course, if a girl starts seeing a boy, then every guy gets excited. isn't it? therefore, I too did the same)

I turned my head towards her and started looking at her. The moment I turn my head towards her, she used to look towards the board and blush. I felt she is a bit shy girl. It started happening daily. We used to smile by looking at each other for just a millisecond. But that was something memorable. Days passed and expectations started rising. I started dreaming that, this is something called true love going on between us. I dreamt that now the whole class would be jealous of watching our love. I will marry her. I will take care of her. I will work hard, study properly, earn a lot and make her happy. These were my thoughts. I dreamt of everything.

One final day I decided to propose to her. I thought boys should take the first step.

Girls only would give hints and boys should catch those hints, these were the words of my friend.

Of course, I wasn't that brave to go directly and propose to her. The best way to express my feelings is by pen and paper.

The final school bell rings and everyone started moving out of the class. I already told one of her friends to stop her while going out. I said, want to talk with her. She understood what I was telling. She winked her eye and said ok. Almost everyone went out of the class except we five.

I was never shy, but at that moment I felt a bit shy. But I boosted up my confidence and gave her my letter. She has seen and thought for a few moments.

she told, 'I am sorry. I am not interested in all these.

She told only these both sentences and went away.

I didn't understand this, I couldn't even speak out!

I didn't know what to speak!

My super friends came near me and hugged me and said sorry dude, we did not expect this.

It took me 5 minutes to understand the situation. Although I was a bit strong, I did not cry but I was deeply hurt. I didn't know how to express this to anyone.

She was the one who started staring at me. She was the one who smiled at me. Then all of a sudden what does this, not interested even mean!

Although she didn't love me, she gave me memories to remember and I could never forget these. I still remember her face, her nose, and lips.

I cannot forget her.

I cannot forget her.