Demolished Castle
It was
my youth. I don't think in young age I have done any mistake or deceived some
one. At one occasion I suddenly came across with one sincere girl Julie. She
unknowingly ignited affection in my life and left away. Even I could not
gathered signs of affection of true love. The whole world seems to be barren
for me. I could not concentrate on day todays
work.
Some
people said,”He became mad in remembrances of Julie”. That was not untrue. I
always hearing her voice , echoes around me. One day she saw me in deteriorated
condition. I had lost my tears & sensitivity of mind. She understood the
facts. She knew that all these were due to her ignorance. She could have told
& awake me from my routine. She wept and requested to come out from this
nervous situation. All these thing collectively expressed here as heard from
neighbor.
Slowly
the story of my situation came to the knowledge of her husband. He also felt
very sorry and asked Julie about her mistake. He blamed her as to deceive me.
Julie explained but could not elaborate and sobbed down. Her husband
understood. Julie still loves me.
Her husband call me and asked for
excuse on behalf of Julie. He told me " If you are still willing to accept
her, then I will released her on her wish. But I can’t force the things.
Nothing is in my hand". I could not get the speech of her husband. But on
recollecting my memory, the complete picture came in front of me. The man in the
village tried to become GOD. I could not even recognize his greatness. All it
done by my well wisher.
The world is still running due the sympathy of thus honorable
person that no one can see easily.
I went
to his house and fell down on his legs for his heavy heart behavior. His eye
were full of tears. He was looking at Julie with miserable separation. He got
up and took Julie in his arms and said,” I was not aware of the facts. Please
excuse me. And live your life happily. There will be no obstruction from me,
But you better to away from this village. Other wise…”
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