'Beyond the Horizon': There's more to it...

Chapter -1

"Never will I lose hope, would never stop dreaming my life with you. Not being with me bodily, you are still imbibed in me, heart and soul."

I know it may seem unethical to some, having amorous feelings for someone who was still a juvenile. But we are talking about the time where we had just crossed an era of child marriages which was still practiced at some parts of the country. So, it was not that big of a deal considering getting hitched and sharing life with a then 16-year-old girl. But was fate against it?

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'Two years...! Long time, isn't it? It leaves me trembled from within every time it reminds me of how awe-struck I was, with the beauty I was introduced to when I had a glimpse of her, the very first time. That pretty face, delightful eyes twinkling with innocence. The perfectly shaped, overtly cute nose. The subtle hues, and hints of shine on her baby soft cheeks when she would smile. And that pleasing smile, out of the world! I would die for the sight to reach my eyes again.' Immersed in thoughts was Sidharth eyes closed with an imaginary presence of someone creating a havoc inside, hands moving forward by its own to feel those soft fluffy skin of hers, a glint of pink emitting around. He smiled at the beautiful fascination, but the heavy eyes followed next, with his palms running into nothingness. It was one of the many days he would be lost in thoughts, reminiscing his past. Not any circumstance though that he was thinking of, it was someone 'very special' who has never been off his mind and heart for the last two plus years.

He was agitated many a time contemplating the situations they had to go through. Why is everything so difficult? Especially when love is involved. Why can't it be smooth? Why does people have to intervene in between? Can we not take decisions by our own? Particularly when it revolves around just our lives. An indifferent world of 'societies' swallowing the most beautiful things across globe. 'Love' one such feeling that is looked down upon, conditioned and negatively persuaded, unjustified. Isn't it supposed to be held high in regards, highest in fact?

He would be exasperated at times and dispirited at others. Three years to it and he was still trying to cope up with a broken heart. No, it was not her but the events that broke his heart. On the contrary this petite but ever gorgeous girl in his mind was one of his best souvenirs among the dreadful memories. Her remembrance had held him grounded. He had worked hard and will continuing doing so with more passion and diligent in an anticipation to meet her again in this life itself.

A lot of time he would just lay around on his off days pondering upon the old lost days with a wish to revisit the time and change everything to his own accord. Only if he could. Today was one such day. He has had a little booze with his new set of friends from the industry, a night before and now was dealing with a hangover. Not able to sleep through the night it was only her everywhere like it was a rule. Not that he needed to be drunk to think about her, she was always there consciously or subconsciously.

"Sidharth! Bache are you all right?" There was a knock on his door breaking his reverie and reminding him of his pain, an unbearable headache right now. It was his mother.

"Yes Mom, I am fiiiine!!" He replied sighing the first part and then shouting the other out, without even a single glance towards the door.

"Can I come inside for a moment?" She asked affectionately.

"No Mom, please! I said I am fine!" He reverted shouting in irritation, a frown etched on the face.

"I know you are not, Bache! Now please, Can I come inside?" She asked.

He did not reply to it this time but got up swiftly walking across his bed towards the door. He opened the latch with all the energy he had, turning back in a fleet, and flinging back to his bed.