I am born in the eastern part of Bhutan where society judges our actions to the extent. If the individual renders minor mistakes then it's the headline story to be discussed in the whole dwellings. Luckily there was a school established so that I and my friends could learn crafting alphabets into sentences from class PP. Being at school I could interact with many other pals from different parts of the Gewog. I don't mean to press myself but to spill the beans I am so intelligent and proudly consider myself a smart girl in the class. Inclusive results until class two I topped my mates. But what happened in the grade of three?

 

I say it is not the age to be in but I did. My love story commenced when I was asked to check the final sheet of my workbook.

I opened the final sheet of my workbook which was on my table of mine, displaying the words with red ink. The word says!

"Roses are Red, but

I dream of you in bed,

The sky is Blue, but

I prefer you without a clue,

I know the sky is too high, but

I don't know, I love you why"

-Samphel to Chador.

There was a picture of a rose-colored nicely by red color.

I blushed, smiled, and closed the book. The bell rang and it was lunch break. I acted ordinary but from inside I was inspected who is Samphel. Finally, while I was having lunch sitting on the bench I heard a voice calling Samphel. My ears and eyes struggled to go in the flow and finally, I saw him. He was in a line holding the plate to get his share. He was white, smart, and most attractive than any other boy.

 

 

 

 

 

I had my lunch quicker and went to class, tearing a page from one of my favorite color pages I wrote.....

                     Love is Love,

                     Why break,

                      If you break,

                      Why make.

  So, better chose someone prettier than me. 

                      -Chador to Samphel.

Folding it nicely I handed it to my friend and requested to give the letter to him.

I could not concentrate in the class; my mind flew in an open space feeling happy and sometimes in the garden full of flowers hugging Samphel. The final bell rang reminding me that the classes are over now. I was just stepping out of the class when someone called me.

“Chador, here is a paper for you from Samphel." a girl handed me a paper.

Walking alone towards home I opened it and had a glance at it. It displayed...

'One plus one equals to two,

I am sure my heart is for you,

Two plus two equals Four, and

I promise to love you more!

I Love You.

-Samphel to Chador.

That night I couldn't sleep perfectly as I was thinking about him. The next day I woke up early and went to school eagerly unlike other days. I felt my way too long though it was a short one. I was the first student to enter my class and I started writing replies.

If you don't be the sunflower

I will always be the same flower

Which you had landed right now

And promises to be same hereafter

I Love You Too...

-Chador to Samphel.

When he reached school I handed him the letter and he gave me Munch in return.

Our love story continued for seven years together (...blah...blah...and blah...) until I was forced to move towards the capital to continue my high school by my parents without any objection. 

Before departing we promised to be faithful to each other and have a perfect marriage life in the future. The ocean of tears burst in my eyes and my heart pumped tens in just a second while leaving my school and probably my love.

 

After reaching the capital I move forth with my studies in one of the privately-owned schools. Numerous boys adored me, Proposed me with enormous gifts, teased me always like my old friends did but it was waste of time for them as I was deeply in my studies and probably my heart was meant for him. When mates asked me about my status I always utter proudly that I am taken. Four years passed. I performed my exam confidently and planned to go home. It was a pleasure that my aunt permitted me to return. With excitement, I traveled via taxi. When I reached my final destination I could feel the fresh air, clean surroundings, and silent dwellings. I had my dinner and shared my story of four years of my stay at Thimphu with my parents. As I was traveling for the whole day I felt tired and went to sleep.

Following sunrise, I got up and went to meet with my old friends. They were all grown up and they could hardly recognize me. Though I had a harsh duration in narrating all my stories they interrupted me commenting "You had changed a lot and you look so beautiful". Towards evening I walked towards Samphel's home with the assistance of my best friend. When we reached there I couldn't believe what my eye had seen.

 

He was with his parents and a woman holding a child beside him. Talking and laughing about the topic they were talking up to.

“Who is she?" I asked my friend.

"She is Samphel's wife" she replied.

Samphel's wife, When did he got married? My voice got shivered while asking her.

"Two years ago my friend" she replied to me.

 Millions of memories twinkled, thousands of questions beeped on my head and the cells of lust feelings died. Unable to see him with another woman, I was in action to walk away when I heard a voice calling my name from behind.

"Hey! Are you Chador?" The old man's voice asked me.

"Yes for sure, I am" I replied in a shaky tone.

"Here is the paper which is written by Samphel to you, take and read it" the old man handed me the paper.

"Why should I read this? Isn't he satisfied with what he had done? Was the promises fake one?" I yelled at the old man.

"Be calm my girl I know you love him so much. So, I beg you to return and keep him away from your heart" he requested.

Hearing all those I snatched the paper and walked home screaming. I told my parents that I got urgent work at Thimphu and checked out.

 

After Reaching Thimphu without feeling by myself, I had ruined myself to addiction. Taking drugs and drinking was ordinary stuff. One day when I was searching for pills inside the bag I found the paper. I unfolded the paper and it displayed.

   

Dear Chador,

I know by the time you receive this letter you won't be in the position to read this immediately, because of three poisons of samsara. The first one is your Anger knowing I betrayed you, the second is your ignorance to know my story and meet me and the third is your lost desire towards me. But I ask an apology for that. I know you loved me and I did it too, we had promised many things and dreamt of fulfilling all the plans but the karma of our previous life could not let it happen in our love. I should say I am legally married to her but truly with your soul. I won't take your additional time is worth of reading but at least pray you to have great success in your life and meet in the next generation if karma favors us.

I request you to learn at least to live one day at a time forgetting me.

        -Samphel to Chador.

 

Reading this I realized why my friend had not told me forth about his marriage, why he didn't come to meet me and why I didn't take a single step to at least talk to him.

I was just abnormal until I received a call at the telephone hotline from RUB as a selected undergraduate who got a scholarship for further studies. My sadness got substituted by my accomplishment making my parents proud of me.

"The immature love is easy, to begin with only a few words but difficult to forget."

 

The End.