And This is what is called Love – 3

And This is what is called Love – 3

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Read the first part here : And This is what is called Love

Read the second part here : And This is what is called Love – 2

DISCLAIMER: ALL NAMES AND INCIDENTS ARE FICTITIOUS, blah blah and more blah is mere co-incidence.


I came back home in the evening. Took some rest, went to study, and then did the most important thing, went to my best friend, my Journal.

Dear Journal,

Eddy and Iyer were asking about her. But what should I say. I know they’ll put some useless efforts into it, after they get to know about her, so I ain’t gonna tell them her name.

It’s been a while since I met her. I miss those days when we used to meet daily, spend hours together, and just talk non sense. I still remember the very first time I saw her. It was my cousin’s wedding. I was quite busy during the day time and didn’t give proper attention to her. But in the night when I saw her, I was totally amazed. She wore a blue full length gown, black studded earrings and let her silky straight hair open which added to her beauty. You know before that day I had just imagined, but that day I saw how Angels look like. She walked with a panache which could only come from a smart, beautiful and confident woman. She had a nose as sharp as her wit. Her strawberry colored lips were glossy, but their shine was overpowered by her lightning smile. She was absolutely gorgeous. For the initial moments I was just looking at her in a way a child looks at the rainbow for the very first time. She resembled the princesses of Walt Disney’s animated feature films.

After I returned from the marriage, the first thing I did was to search her on Facebook. She accepted my friend request. Our conversation started with a couple of lame jokes of mine. She seemed to be uninterested in the beginning, but as time passed, a bond developed between us.

People often describe heaven as a place which is out of this world. But for me, it’s me and her sitting together and just talking.

You know journal, that girl is absolutely, astoundingly gorgeous and that’s the least interesting thing about her.

She always say, “Fall in love with a writer and you’ll never die.” That’s when I got you. And after sometime I asked her, “Do the journal writers count?” And all I got in reply was a bunch of cuss words.

She was my crush initially and my love now. I don’t want her to be mine, all I want is her happiness. To be or not to be, I’ve already left that to our fate.


I wrote and I switched off the table lamp. There’s always a constant smile on my face whenever I think of her. I never get sad over the fact that our relation isn’t the way I want it to be. But I’m happy because she wants it to be like this. A little smile on her face makes my day. May be this is what is called Love.


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