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TRUE LOVE LIVES BEYOND
TRUE LOVE LIVES BEYOND
It was mid of March. New session was about to begin in Saint Loreto Convent School. Rupak and Rudra were busy collecting books for the new session. Class 8 it would be. Another fresh page to their schooling academics.
Rupak was the son of Dr Palash Ghosh, an ENT Specialist in a private clinic. Rudra's dad was a grocery retailer. Though their family backgrounds and financial schema were asymmetrical, their friendship was beyond human perception. They woke up together, played together, had meals together, studied together and much more.
Rudra's affordability was way below Rupak but he never felt a tinge of his inability of affording quality education, good books, notes from expensive private tutors and a lot more due to his unconditional friendship with Rupak.
It was 3rd April, a sunny summer Monday.
Rupak and Rudra had their breakfast and started strolling towards their school gate. New books adorned their new school bag and the aroma of the new print of those books wafted through the streets behind the duo.
Ratan Lal, the gate keeper greeted them with a Good Morning, and they walked inside with smiling faces. It was the first day of 8th standard. Mr Ashim Roy, their new class teacher greeted them all.
All of a sudden, Rudra noticed a new girl in the class. She was shy and found it yet more difficult to communicate with the other pupils in the class. She tried talking to the female students but they all turned their deaf ears to this poor girl.
In the first break, Rudra went up to her and gathered courage. He has never opened up to a girl before. Hi, he muttered. The girl gazed up to see his mildly grinning lips. Hello, she replied, yet more mild and polite. My name is Rudra, Rudra Chatterjee. What's yours? He asked with a bit more enthusiasm than before. Hey, I am Saheli. Saheli Ganguly. You know, I am new to this place. I am new to Kolkata. We used to stay in Mumbai.
Wow!!! That's so cool. I also dream of going to Mumbai. Did you meet those filmstars? I want to meet a couple of them.
And in this way, their conversations began. It marked the onset of the blooming of a new rose bud that blossomed in the garden of love.
Rudra and Saheli became best mates in no time. They shared food, notes and also moments of happiness and emptiness.
Rupak witnessed this with immmese joy. The three of them became the three musketeers of Loreto Convent in no time.
Years went off. And one day, they stepped into their 10th standard marking the onset of the most vital year in the academic profile of a student.
Few months of classes went on undisturbed untill one day. It was a Friday. Rupak went to Rudra's house as usual. Rudra, Rudra!! He uttered his name. To his surprise Rudra didn't come out. Instead, his mother walked out with tearful eyes.
Rupak, I was about...
It was mid of March. New session was about to begin in Saint Loreto Convent School. Rupak and Rudra were busy collecting books for the new session. Class 8 it would be. Another fresh page to their schooling academics.
Rupak was the son of Dr Palash Ghosh, an ENT Specialist in a private clinic. Rudra's dad was a grocery retailer. Though their family backgrounds and financial schema were asymmetrical, their friendship was beyond human perception. They woke up together, played together, had meals together, studied together and much more.
Rudra's affordability was way below Rupak but he never felt a tinge of his inability of affording quality education, good books, notes from expensive private tutors and a lot more due to his unconditional friendship with Rupak.
It was 3rd April, a sunny summer Monday.
Rupak and Rudra had their breakfast and started strolling towards their school gate. New books adorned their new school bag and the aroma of the new print of those books wafted through the streets behind the duo.
Ratan Lal, the gate keeper greeted them with a Good Morning, and they walked inside with smiling faces. It was the first day of 8th standard. Mr Ashim Roy, their new class teacher greeted them all.
All of a sudden, Rudra noticed a new girl in the class. She was shy and found it yet more difficult to communicate with the other pupils in the class. She tried talking to the female students but they all turned their deaf ears to this poor girl.
In the first break, Rudra went up to her and gathered courage. He has never opened up to a girl before. Hi, he muttered. The girl gazed up to see his mildly grinning lips. Hello, she replied, yet more mild and polite. My name is Rudra, Rudra Chatterjee. What's yours? He asked with a bit more enthusiasm than before. Hey, I am Saheli. Saheli Ganguly. You know, I am new to this place. I am new to Kolkata. We used to stay in Mumbai.
Wow!!! That's so cool. I also dream of going to Mumbai. Did you meet those filmstars? I want to meet a couple of them.
And in this way, their conversations began. It marked the onset of the blooming of a new rose bud that blossomed in the garden of love.
Rudra and Saheli became best mates in no time. They shared food, notes and also moments of happiness and emptiness.
Rupak witnessed this with immmese joy. The three of them became the three musketeers of Loreto Convent in no time.
Years went off. And one day, they stepped into their 10th standard marking the onset of the most vital year in the academic profile of a student.
Few months of classes went on undisturbed untill one day. It was a Friday. Rupak went to Rudra's house as usual. Rudra, Rudra!! He uttered his name. To his surprise Rudra didn't come out. Instead, his mother walked out with tearful eyes.
Rupak, I was about...
