It wasn't his day.... Ayaan ran ....ran with full speed collecting all the energy left in his body...but it seemed as if it wasn't his day.....he was destined to be late. He was breathing his lungs out ....the car had already left the campus....only thing left behind was a puff of smoke.... and trail of memories.... memories that filled his heart with happiness ....but at the same time it has created void and snatched away his beloved Mishree.
The book.....the gift he has chosen for his loved one..... dropped from his hands.... as a grief stricken Ayaan broke down in pain for not ever being able to speak of his innumerable emotions..... emotions that he was trying to hide behind his subtle smile. He left the place ...left the place with empty hands... perhaps empty heart....and mind full of thoughts....
The book...."chosen one".... lay there on the floor untouched.... ignored like a lost love feeling ....helpless ....motionless and baffled.... waiting for someone to come.... come for it’s rescue.... until the canteen boy’s eyes fell on it.....instead of being in hand of "Mishree"... within no time it found itself surrounded by numerous others on road side shop....very famous for old books.
"As in books so in life, it’s not about the hours but the feelings that binds us…."
- Your’s Ayaan
..... were the lines written with curly handwriting.... on the very first page of a Nicholas Spark’s novel....and other eye catching thing was the date.... it was the date of their graduation ...that Mishree discovered on one of her expeditions for old books in the city.... and an unexpected celebration filled her heart with warmth speaking out unspoken emotions that Ayaan wasn’t able to.
"The longer you wait for something ....the more you appreciate it when you get it....because anything worth having is definitely worth waiting for.... "
