Relation like an organ purfused by end artery

[Nature]

So, she was finally getting married, she called me to one of the restaurant in the Baneshwor where we used to meet regularly in the past.

After flying high for four year we were going to crash for never to fly again. We were one of the happiest couple in this world. Those four year we spent with each other were the happiest moment in our life. I don’t think such joy will ever come to my life. We used to do a lot of fun, we used to travel to many place in and around Katmandu with our best friend [ my red pulsar bike whom we used to call best friend], she leaning on my back and embracing me with her arms used to be my favorite moments.

We used to get lost on each other’s arm for hours and we used to talk on telephone for minutes. We couldn’t stay without meeting or at least talking for even a single day. As every lover we had a lot of dreams to fulfill together. We couldn’t know that we were flying very high and it would be impossible to return to the ground, we were heading toward one way path.

But suddenly we found our family and society in our path obstructing our way. They were standing as big mountain in between us which we couldn’t cross to meet each other. We tried to conquer that mountain but we found that our arms and legs were all tied with the rope of so called our duty and responsibility to our family and emotional blackmailing. So finally getting defeated to our fate we decided to break away for ever, sacrificing our happiness and choice for the sake of happiness of our family, whom we had a lot of debt to pay. We met their, we exchanged all the gifts, cards and clothes which we gifted to each other on various occasions.

Then, I asked to her, Can’t we continue our relation as good friend forever? No! she said, 'you are my first love, I love u more than anybody in this world, I couldn’t even imagine other guy in my life, you are my beloved ones, you are in one of the most sacred place of my heart'. 'I can not see u as just good friend, as long as u appears in front of me I always see you as my beloved darling. And now since I am going to be married , I must love my husband, I have to place him in my heart , and I cannot keep both of u in my heart'.

'I must be faithful to him, and as long as I see u, I remember u; I cannot be faithful to him'. 'So we should be completely separated, from now onward we are unknown to each other , think like we never met each other, if memory slipped sometime , forget it as u have seen bad dream'. 'Imagine, what the people would say!' 'And what would happen! If my husband new from some where about our relation? So it is in favor of both of us to completely forget each other, how hard it would be to do that'. I couldn’t reply to her , she returned all the gifts given by me and I returned her, she stood up and went away , I was speechless, I even couldn’t wish for her new life. Well, with carrying heavy soul I also walked toward my room, but I felt that I was getting heavier and heavier , but limbs were getting flaccid and flaccid, everything around me were dark, I could see people walking in the street but their image only , I could see building around me but couldn’t distinguish their color, I was just walking and walking , unaware of where I am going.

On the way I recalled our past. I think that our relation was like an organ which was purfused by end artery, with no collaterals to bypass the supply, which would die if the obstruction or stenosis occurs permanently. Our relation was more similar to those 'bean shaped organs',which get more blood supply than any other organ in the body, which are actually overfused with oxygen than necessary but more vulnerable to develop tubular necrosis,when the blood supply get compromised. Our relation, which was over perfused with love and joy more than any other relation in the world but died very early than any relation in the world, when we couldn’t recanalize or bypass the stenosed part of our relation,since there were no collaterals to support us to keep our relation alive.

I was walking, walking all alone, with bags full of my gifts and presents. I was still walking, I felt some bad smell was entering through my nose, that foul smelling smell become stronger and stronger , that made me conscious suddenly, I turned to my side , there was the same bagmati river flowing with all the sewage dumped by Kathmanduians. I stopped their, watch the river flowing for sometime, I thought that I can not live with all these memory with me , so I threw the bag full of my pure love in the dirty water of Bagmati and walked way …………………………………….

[Walrus]

S!#"t!!

If this is a true story, both of U should be kicked mercilessly. I pity the guy whom Ur girl will be marrying. U two are making big sacrifice for ur family but ruining someone else's life. She is already unfaithful to her husband. She should be telling everything to the other guy, else that is not fair to him. And, later if he finds out and cannot tolerate that, he should be allowed to kill both of U.

[Khushboo]

If it is a true story, its really sad.
If the girl truely loved you, she could have convinced her parents but instead she prefered to forget you. So, she is really insensitive.

You might have felt sad when she left you but its good to be sad for a short period than rest of your life.

I hope you may get someone better than her.

Just forget the past and look forward as many beautiful girls might be waiting for you.

[Dev]

This is one of the wonderful Shakespearean type of story that has a tragic end. I don't think this is a true story because love doesn't surrender to any power. I really amazed by your writing skills which shows a story as a true event can happen to anyone's life but I must appreciate the way you have projected an imaginary life through the words.

Your writing skill is very impressive, you have very good hand and head (thinking and writing) co-ordination, the story goes uninterrupted as a flowing water. You have also have very good imaginative power. Keep on writing such impressive story, may be you will have another profession as a writer, just like Dr. Sayami, Dr. Rijal for Lyrics, Poem and another doctor is added in the list Dr. Nature for short stories.

You have done a good job.

Keep it up.

Hats of dear friend.

[Nature]

Dear friends! thank u all for viewing and replying over my thread.But there is still its second and final parts.Here it goes- I was very depressed, I felt that 'I am totally alone', I felt like half of my heart had gone away from me, a sense of worthlessness prevail ed in my mind; I lost all my confidence. Oh! My god all my dreams were broken, my life got ruined, and thaught how I can live forward in my life. I lost all interest to live forward in the life; I thought I should end my life at that point.
I began to think how could I end my life most easily I was walking in the street like mad man and thinking about way to end my life, I suddenly saw ‘dharahara’ standing in front me, Man! this is the right place, jump from dharahara! my inside told me. So with intention to end my life by jumping from the dharahara, I bought a ticket by paying Rs. Fifty rupee and entered the dharahara, first, second, third… Sixth…… finally I reached to the top of the dharahara. There were already some people watching Katmandu from ‘baranda’. I began to wait those people to go from their. There was enchanting evening view of the Katmandu valley .It was really wonderful, there were thousand of lamp shining all around the valley, some were sharp and some were deem, they were of different color, it was looking like garden of light. It seems that all the stars were laid on that part of the earth only. But to my tearing eye, there were no impact of that beautiful scene. Everything since my childhood to till then were displaying in my mind like movie scene. Finally my wait was over, after 15 minute those people left the scene, there was one security guard but he was not caring to me. I stepped towards fence,. I close my eye, climb over the fence, and as I was just about to take off, somebody from behind caught me. Help! Help! 'This boy is trying to jump from here'. He brought me down from the fence by pulling me forcefully, I was struggling with him, I was trying to go up and he was trying to hold me down, so I used my maximum force to climb the fence, but that man was stronger than me, he finally hold me still, but I was shouting please! Leave me! I want to die; I want to die, please! Leave me I don’t want to live anymore…. He was holding my hands and pressing me to the ground, I was banging my head to the floor saying 'I want to die!' 'I want to die!' The guard was requesting not to bang my head on the ground and was saying 'hey!! Hey!! What happen to u?' 'Why are u shouting?' 'Be calm!' 'Please be calm!' 'Hey! Don’t hit me'; 'hey...hey... don’t bang your head'. One amazing thing was happening their, I did not know the guard but his voice sounds very familiar to me, but I couldn’t made that whose voice was that one. I was hitting the guard and banging the head continuously. I was just shouting, ‘leave me, leave me!’ closing my eyes. The guard might had lost his temper and he slapped on my cheek with full force ,I suddenly opened my eye. I was surprised!! I was not on the floor of the dharahara ... I was on my bed, hey! I was on my own bed. I found I was hitting my friend not the security guard of the dharahara Oh my god I was dreaming on my sleep. I saw my room mate was holding me on his lap and trying to control me. At that time I just wished to talk with my girlfriend and and wanted to whethar she was alright or not. I lift the receiver of the phone which was on my bed side, I tried to dial the phone but I couldn’t remember her number. Dam!!!! I hit telephone set with my wrist on frustration. My friend was watching me with awkward expression on his face. He asked me, ‘ what happened to u again?’ I said,’ I forget her number yaar!’ He seems more confused, and asked me ‘you forget her number?!!’ ‘Who do u mean by her?.I said my girlfriend’s number yaar!. Then he seems more confused and amazed and said ‘when did u make your girlfriend yaar?’ ‘You did not tell me that you have girlfriend yet!’ I just tried to remember, when I met her. ‘Shit!’ I again hit my bed with my wrist and said ‘I don’t have any girlfriend yaar!’. He then again said, ‘What! You don’t have girlfriend!?’ ‘Yes I don’t have girlfriend’ I said. Because at that time I remembered I did not have any girlfriend, I was still on the hangover of the dream and I was trying to call my girlfriend of dream whom I had never met. Ha-ha! Ha! Ha! My friend just began to laugh so loudly, I felt so embarrassed but I also started to laugh thinking how fool I became. In this way, my dear friends, my hangover of that dream ends but the endless laugh began there after for that morning and coming many days, I being mocked in front of my friends again and again.

[TIME]

That was really interesing and fun reading your story....

Twist pe Twist... WOW, you have damn good imaginative power and writing skill, keep on writing you would be another successful writer with medical background.

all the best.

[Khushboo]

Oh! God thats too funny, I thought it as a real story.

I think you are second Shakespear with a great imaginative power and good writing skill.

So keep on writing.......

[Walrus]

Sorry if I sound bad but this story has no point and the language is horrible.　U need a tutor, dude, than anything else.

[CSF]

nature, this is really great... i enjoyed going through your stuff.

walrus, don't be cynical yar, instead suggest him to improve his skill further rather than just saying... blah blah because we know pointing finger is very easy.

[Walrus]

Appreciating something and someone is good - I know that too. But if the article was posted here means that he wants to hear what we think about it. Everyone finds it so good that he is put in the level of Shakespeare and that I disagree.

If you want to help someone improve then it is better to tell them the real thing that to make false comment on that. The way he is writing, if he continues, then he will never improve. He should be told this is not good and then only he will feel he should improve, provided that he is not one of those who just wants to hear appreciation no matter what and how it is.

Pointing your finger is easy and easier it is to just flatter someone for what is not true and there are those people who prefer doing that rather than pointing someone their mistakes and helping them improve.

I don't have good English and neither can I write any story. So, I cannot suggest him anything. But, I know this writing is not good and even school students can write this good. So, I am speaking my thoughts not just going blah blah blah.

I can quote many sentences here and tell them they are wrong - from literature point of view and much more grammatically but I am not an expert on that and I should not be doing that. If I do that then that will be far more unhealthy.

So, all I wanted to suggest is if he is thinking of improving his writing and English as well then find someone who can actually help him with that. Writing like that and being flattered does not help.