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    Your Love Is Still in My Heart....
    Your Love Is Still in My Heart....
    Your Love Is Still in My Heart....
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    Your Love Is Still in My Heart....

    By Birister Sharma

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    ‘True love is always eternal and immortal. If we love someone truly with heart and soul; we never forget him. He will ever remain alive in our lives!’

    Suman and Raj are like the North Pole and the South Pole. There is no match between them. They are absolutely different in everything-their likes and dislikes, hobbies and moods.

    In spite of differences, they liked each other and fallen in love. Their love is eternal and immortal. They couldn’t live without each other.

    Everything was set up for the confluence of two hearts into a lifelong union, but in the mean time like a thunderbolt strikes on their beautiful lives. In one of the terrible mishap, Raj was killed.

    Suman’s life was all of a sudden engulfed with the ocean of laments and a lifelong tragedy.

    Can Suman rescue herself from the tragedy of Raj?

    Can ever Suman forget the sweet memories of Raj?

    Your love is still in my heart.... is based on a real story that shows you true love that never dies even one’s beloved left this mortal world forever. Their love ever remains immortal.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBirister Sharma
    Release dateJun 6, 2014
    ISBN9781311202222
    Your Love Is Still in My Heart....
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    Birister Sharma

    Birister Sharma studied Aeronautical Engineering and did his graduation in Journalism & Mass Communication. And he followed his true heart calling to become an author. Now he is a full time author. He has wide areas of interest- reading, writing, motivation, meditation, giving speeches, spiritualism, singing, painting, watching movies, playing cricket & traveling a lot and meeting with new people. He has penned down dozens of self-help motivational books and novels so far.Apart from the entire above mentioned persona, he always likes to live a simple life and high thinking. He loves to spend his quality time while reading good books of rich morals, wisdom and knowledge.He wants to crave with his pen the best motivational books and fictions of all generations in his life. His life's mission is to guide the people, who have lost the charms of life, and to spread the fragrance of wisdom and knowledge far and wide, and to make this world a better place to live.He is an avid follower of Bhagwat Gita."Karmanye Vadhikaraste, Ma phaleshou kada chana" - You have the right to perform your actions, but you are not entitled to the fruits of the actions.You can follow him @ https://www.instagram.com/birister/You can visit @ his blog @ http://www.studentviewpage.blogspot.comYou can follow him @ https://www.facebook.com/BiristerSharmaAuthor/https://twitter.com/birister2007You may contact him @ birister2007@gmail.com

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      Your Love Is Still in My Heart.... - Birister Sharma

      Prologue

      ‘Ma’am, may I come in,’ a familiar sweet female voice halted my engrossed mind.

      I involved in checking the copies of my students. Even I did not heed the hustle-bustle commotions of students outside my cabin.

      ‘Yes, come in,’ I said without noticing the person.

      ‘Good morning, ma’am,’ the female voice addressed me.

      I remained so engrossed sometimes that I had forgotten to take my lunch.

      I had to finish the copies of my students very soon. For the last few days, I was busy in College Annual function.

      I became a cultural program coordinator. Before I took the responsibility, I declined my students many times.

      ‘I can’t, I can’t,’ I said, declining them.

      But in vain. They did not move on and stuck over my head. I got a hangover with their non-stop pleas.

      ‘No ma’am, No ma’am,’ my students stressed me. ‘Please ma’am, please ma’am, you’ve to become our cultural program coordinator.’

      At last, I had to accept.

      ‘Okay, fine,’ I said.

      ‘Thank you, madam. Thank you madam,’ my student overjoyed.

      Then what, all responsibilities fell on me. And I had to work for day and night.

      Thank God, I got some good students who helped and supported me a lot.

      Finally, the program was successful.

      Our college principal sir, Mr. Dutta and my colleagues praised me for the same.

      As a result, I could not check the exam papers. I had to give the result after couple of days. Still hundreds of copies left.

      I didn’t reply. In fact, I had forgotten that somebody was inside my cabin and waiting for my response.

      After a few minutes, I realized.

      ‘O my Goodness!’ I said, surprisingly. ‘Amrita and Pranjal, both of you are here. I’m so happy to see you.’

      After three years, I was meeting Amrita and Pranjal. They were my best students. In fact, they were like my best buddies.

      ‘Sorry for kept you waiting,’ I apologized.

      ‘It’s okay, ma’am,’ Amrita said.

      ‘Come hug me, Amrita, Pranjal,’ I said.

      We hugged together.

      I felt like I met my lost buddies, Mitali and Munmi after so many years.

      ‘Take a seat, Amrita, Pranjal,’ I said.

      Amrita and Pranjal, both seated in the chair in front of me.

      I kept the checked copies aside.

      ‘How are you, both?’ I asked them with a smile.

      ‘We are fine, ma’am,’ Amrita replied. ‘How do you do, ma’am?’

      ‘As always,’ I said, ‘happy and enjoying with my students.’

      ‘Okay, Amrita, Pranjal, what do you like to have?’ I asked.

      ‘Tea, coffee or cold drink?’

      ‘No ma’am. Thanks.’ Amrita said.

      ‘We met after so many years,’ I said, ‘and you declined, huh?’

      I pressed the calling bell.

      ‘Yes, madaam,’ Madan khura said.

      Madan khura was our college peon cum chaiwala.

      ‘Madan khura, serve us three cups of tea and biscuits.’

      ‘Okay, madaam.’

      ‘Madan khura,’Amrita halted. ‘We don’t want anything.’

      Madan khura stopped.

      ‘Madan khura, how are you?’ Pranjal asked, smiling. ‘Can you recognize me?’

      ‘Aree, Pranjal beta,’ Madan khura, blushed. ‘Yes, yes, I can recognize you.’

      ‘Madan khura, do you recognize me or not?’ Amrita also asked.

      ‘Aree, Amrita beti, you too,’Madan khura said. ‘What a great surprised?’

      ‘How about Reena, Madan khura?’ Amrita asked.

      Reena was only daughter of Madan khura.

      ‘She married last year,’ Madan khura answered.

      ‘In which place, Madan khura?’

      ‘In Tejpur.’

      ‘Okay. Good.’

      ‘Madaam,’ Madan khura asked me. ‘Can I bring tea or not?’ He was puzzled.

      ‘Madan khura, you serve us cold drink instead of tea,’I said.

      ‘Okay, madaam.’

      Madan khura left my cabin.

      ‘Now tell me about you,’ I said.

      Amrita and Pranjal smiled and gestured with each other.

      ‘Ma’am,’ both Amrita and Pranjal said. ‘You please close your eyes.’ They both requested me.

      ‘Why?’ I frowned.

      ‘Please, ma’am!’ Pranjal said.

      ‘Okay.’

      ‘Now give your hands forward, ma’am,’ Amrita said.

      ‘What are you doing?’

      For a fraction of second, I felt that I was back to my childhood days when I used to play hide-seek. And my friends blindfolded me and naughty Raj came from behind and push me hard.

      I gave my hands forward and I sensed that something heavy stuff was on my opened palms.

      ‘Now open your eyes, ma’am,’ Amrita and Pranjal said together.

      When I opened my eyes, what I saw was a gift packet.

      ‘Ma’am,’ Amrita said, ‘this is a small gift for you.’

      ‘Ma’am, please,’ Pranjal pleaded.

      My eyes moisten with tears. It was like a special moment for me.

      I accepted wholeheartedly.

      Amrita handed me a card on my hand.

      I frowned, trying to query her.

      I saw a wedding card.

      ‘So, you’re getting married?’ I exclaimed with joy.

      ‘Yes, ma’am,’ Amrita said. ‘And you’ve to come.’

      ‘Your wedding and I wouldn’t come. How could it be possible? Why not, I will definitely come,’ I said.

      Amrita and Pranjal smiled.

      I read the wedding date of Amrita and Pranjal on the wedding card.

      As I read the wedding date, I was stunned. I stood up from my chair.

      I could not spot anything for a moment. Everything appeared dusk, dark, and blank in front of my eyes.

      I was fainted.

      Then, I didn’t know what had happened with me.

      When I got back my senses after few hours, I was in my bedroom. I found both Amrita and Pranjal sitting by me.

      I felt sorry for Amrita and Pranjal.

      They heaved a sight of relief while seeing me back to my normal condition.

      ‘I am so sorry, Amrita, Pranjal,’ I said feebly.

      ‘It’s okay, ma’am,’ they said.

      ‘How do you feel now, ma’am?’ Amrita and Pranjal asked.

      ‘I’m feeling better, now,’ I said. ‘Thanks Amrita. Thanks Pranjal.’

      After couple of days…….

      Amrita and Pranjal visited again in my house. The doctor advised me to take bed rest for few days.

      ‘Ma’am,’ Amrita said, hesitated. ‘If you don’t mind, can we ask you something?’

      ‘Yes Amrita,’ I said. ‘Of course, you can ask me anything you want.’

      ‘What happened to you, ma’am the day before yesterday?’ Amrita asked with low and concerned voice.

      ‘Any problem with our wedding, ma’am,’ Pranjal asked. His voice also sounded serious.

      ‘No, no, Amrita, No, no, Pranjal,’ I said, choking. ‘I-I am happy for your wedding. In fact, in fact……’

      I could not complete my sentence.

      I could not control my floodgate of emotions. My voice broke. And I started wailing.

      …..***…..

      1

      Jyoti didi’s wedding ceremony was salmonizing with all the rituals, customs and traditions.

      The whole atmosphere of our house was full of joy, happiness and electrifying. There were brusting of crackers; the night sky was lightening with thousands of stars and the trumpeting band of music all around.

      All excited and jolly.

      However, I might be the only soul who was not happy.

      Why only girl leaves her house after getting married? Why not she stays with her parents forever?

      This question always struck in my mind more than hundreds of times.

      Alas! I did never have its answer.

      I’ll never leave my parent’s house after my marriage. I’ll stay as long as I could. I said to myslef.

      As I was lost in my wondering thoughts, somebody disrupted me instantly.

      ‘Awchach, Ahh……’ I shrieked.

      Somebody collided with me. I got hurt on my forehead.

      For a microsecond, I saw the twinkling stars in front of my eyes. I could not blink my eyes.

      I looked around to find out the culprit who dared to commit such a blunder after getting back my senses.

      I saw Raj. He was running and chasing the boys and girls inside the marriage pandal.

      Raj was younger brother of my newly married brother-in-law.

      ‘He is the real culprit,’ I murmured, angrily. ‘And nobody could dare to act like this.’

      Even hurting me he didn’t ask me for any apologize. How dared he is? I was fuming.

      From the day when Jyoti didi’s marriage fixed with his brother, this mischievous Raj disturbed me, teased me and irritated me again and again. I grumbled.

      ‘In every occasion he comes with his parents, brother and relatives.’

      ‘I hated this wicked devil,’ I said.

      I gnawed my teeth and held my fist.

      Today, I’ll chase and teach him a good lesson. I thought.

      ‘Tit for tat!’ I affirmed.

      I ran behind Raj and followed him in and out looking for an opportunity for a while.

      As I got an opportunity, I came in full action.

      I pushed Raj as much as I gained force.

      ‘Ahhhhhhhhhh, Ah…,’ Raj shrieked.

      He fell on the ground. He got hurt. His elbows and knees got bruise.

      ‘Ahh….You didn’t notice me, Su.’ Raj shouted, moaning.

      ‘Now how did you feel, huh?’ I asked triumphantly.

      ‘You, Su?’ Raj said, angrily. ‘You intentionally did nah?’

      Raj raised my anger while calling me, ‘Su’.

      ‘My name is not Su,’ I retorted. ‘My name is Suman.’

      ‘Okay, okay, I know,’ Raj said, rubbing his bruised elbows and knees.

      You GundaRaj. I said in my mind.

      ‘Okay, okay, now you apologizes me.’

      ‘Why?’

      ‘Because you hurt me.’

      ‘Apologize?’

      ‘Yes.’

      ‘My foot!’

      ‘WHAT?

      ‘NEVER!’

      ‘You’ve no respect for your guest?’

      ‘You’re not our guest,’ I said and ran.

      Raj also followed me.

      However, he could not chase me. He stuck with the people dancing in the marriage pandal.

      He fell down shouting aloud.

      ‘You Su!’

      ‘Result of bad deeds. Jaisi karni wasi bharni….’

      ‘I’ll show you, Su.’ Raj gazed me revengeful look.

      ‘Eww, Eww….’ I stuck out my tongue and disappeared from the scene.

      Finally, the moment of Jyoti didi’s farewell arrived.

      Jyoti didi got hysterical. She wept. My mother wept. And the rest of our woman folks started shedding their tears. At the beginning of the marriage ceremony, everybody was happy, jolly, and excited. There was not a single drop of tears in their eyes, then suddenly when the final moment arrived everybody opened their floodgates of tears.

      I could not control my emotions.

      ‘Didiiii….,’ I said, weeping. ‘I can’t live without you.’

      I felt that my heart would burst out very soon and my tears would never dry up.

      I hugged Jyoti didi tightly. I kissed Jyoti didi and held her hands. She kissed me back and hugged me.

      Jyoti didi got inside the wedding car and Raj accompanied her.

      Raj smiled. And I shed tears.

      I had no other option rather than feeling jealous of him. It was my misfortune that I could not do anything.

      I stayed helpless, seeing the leaving wedding car of Jyoti didi.

      Jyoti didi left our house, leaving us forever to begin her new life in the new world.

      The whole night I remembered Jyoti didi and wept bitterly.

      …..***…..

      2

      Raj accompanied Jyoti didi whenever she visited in our house.

      This rascal,

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