Nisha's POV 

I rushed into my room and hid myself under the bedspread. The clock stuck midnight. But I was not going to sleep. I just couldn't. Tears trailed down my face making me realise that I still had some left inside me. I remembered Dad's words "Don't waste your tears, they are precious." But I had just lost something much more precious, my love. The love that I thought was purest of all. The love that I had enjoyed. The love that accepted me as I was. The love that I dreamt of making a life with. The love that made me feel complete. I had just lost it. It feels as if something ripped me off from the inside. It hurts like it never did. 

I, Nisha the tomboy of the town was feeling weak, broken and depressed. He was the one who made me feel confident now he is only making me feel broken. When I lost my dad 7 years ago, it left me with a void. I have always yearned to feel the same love, warmth and  protection for all these years.I just never found it again. But when I was with him. I felt it again. It was like the old times when I used to play around with my dad. I was so happy. I found my dad again in him. But fate snatched him away too. How cruel can it be?! I hid my face in the pillow unable to face the world around me and the grief it was filled with. What did I to deserve this? He was my first love and my only love and... and I loved him with all my heart. Why did he leave me? I wanted to share my whole life with him. To make him my better half and be with him forever. 

"I don't know if this can work out anymore.... I am just not interested in it anymore."  The words he said to me this morning kept ringing in my ears. For some reason I didn't want to believe.  Believe in these words or that he said that those words. His eyes said something else. He was a bit flirty but once when he fell in love with me, the only girl he ever flirted with was me. My Sanjay was a great musician. His passion in music reflected his passion in love. He was always so soulful. Now that he had left me, I wonder was it all dream or a lie. 

These thoughts made me cry harder. I've been crying the whole day that I am afraid that I might be out of tears very soon. But they just won't stop.  

Amidst all this chaos, I heard something that made a difference. "Nisha" my mom called out to me with voice filled with concern and sorrow. "Amma" I looked up to her with tears trailing down my cheeks. She came towards me, sat next to me and wiped my tears off saying "Azhadha Chellam." 

"Epdi ma? Vazhikudhu" I said tears filling my eyes again. "Sanjay yean ma enna vittu poitaan? Namma enna kudupomo adhu dhaan thiruppi varum nu solluvaangale, Kaadhal thaan ma kuduthen aprom yean? Naan edhavadhu thappu pannena? Yean ma ennakku indha pain. Ennala avan illama vaazha mudiyadhu ma!!! I miss him." I blurted  out my pain as she patiently listened. 

She pulled me in to a hug and whispered.... "I will always be there for you, baby." The warmth and the love finally soothed me. I have been crying my eyes out the whole day, now I can finally shut them and sleep. 

After a month

"Nisha, andha rascal paththi marandhidu. Avan oru cheater di flirt-u. En ponnaye emaathitaan. Ippo varaiku nadandhadhu podhum." My mom said with a tone mixed with anger and sorrow. "Please ma, move on" she continued while she left to her workplace as I was staring into my breakfast plate thinking about him. She was a doctor a great one. I wish she knew how to heal my heart ache too. I just smiled sadly at her and waved a bye. 

I wonder how opinions towards people can change through a single incident. She used to treat Sanjay as a son and he too used to treat her like a mother. They were very close. But I just can't forget him. After all he is the best thing that ever happened to me. 

I picked up my mobile. *327 calls and *710 messages unanswered. I went in to my gallery and played a video... 

https://youtu.be/HSgN5EWKi9Y

He played this for me on my birthday in the party. I still remember the moment. He was wearing a black suit and his charming grin. His fingers were running through the piano in perfect sync producing the beautiful tune expressing the various forms of love through the beautiful silence in the gaps. His eyes were staring at mine as if they were exploring my soul. They were filled with the purest form of passion and happiness. Completely contrast to the emotion they were filled with when he broke up with me. 

They were filled with fear and pain. Why did he do it? The beautiful memory brought painful tears to my eyes. 

"Nisha ippo  dhaan aunty sollitu poitaaru la! Avana marandhidu teddy" my sister like bestie Shubhi said coming out of the kitchen. "Ennala mudiyadhu Shubhi!!" I said in an unusual tone.  "Teddy un azhagukku, character ku Sanjay vida nooru dhadava better aanavanga varuvanga... ivan laam oru aalu nu azhudhutu irukka" she said sitting beside me. 

"Shut up, he is rare like his blood group" I said angrily but still with a hint of yesteryear's pride. "Apdi enna dhaan di irukku avan kitta?" she asked vexed.  She was in Wales for the past five years, so she only knows bits bits of my love story. They say sharing the pain reduces it. So, 

" Seri solren, kettuko...... en kadhal kadha" I said as my eyes lit up with nostalgia as I oicked up a pillow and started.

To be continued..... 

Surprise.... First chappy!!! 

Trying a love story for the first time.....

Hope you liked it!!!!!

This story will be kinda different!!!! 

Brace yourselves... 

Meet you in the next chapter!!!!