Life of Araina
Araina’s life revolved around her friends, family and a real life secret, which she never confessed.
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Apart from being the most intelligent and longed after figures among her mates, there was someone who caught her gaze right at the beginning of the high school session Four to be a score was when she eyed him; beguiling eyes, eyes which were cold, that she held into an admiration of one in the million, perceived by the milieu of the happy field where joy forever dwelled and she looked for those mysterious eyes that gave her reasons to glow crimson.
Life of Araina took a turn
She followed him everyday unlike many other girls, and he hardly took a note of any of them. He was the head of the student council, and a heart-throb of an equally greater number, being an all round performer in almost everything. He never took a note of her for she existed in his mind, eyes that appealed to her, unaware of whom he was, and she loved him silently without seeking the grant of his consent. Winged chariot of time moved ahead and the plethora of love reached its pinnacle, a bond eternal accomplished for a lifetime.
Araina had disclosed this secret to her best friend Jane, as she was no longer able to confine those butterflies in her stomach. Yet her real life passion was in no way, as it seemed, interested in her. Only once or twice did he unknowingly took a note of this person smiling away as he addressed the council.
Two years passed like a whirlwind…
All that was left with Araina was a longing desire to speak up to this boy. She was never able to accomplish, and the tunes of the famous song rung behind her drooping soul…
“Life goes on as it never ends, eyes of storm observe the trends, they never say, forever gaze upon me”.
Excited Alex
An ephemeral interlude that led to a mystical realization “Acceptance the Bee and end of all living”. The devouring destructive effort of time made a permanent impression on his visibility. Many a cycle of seasons perished, what remained was the latent potential to germinate into full flourished love, nurtured with the care and warmth of the lovers.
Alex was always excited as he came across new people on Friendo. He wasn’t actually bothered though, seeing people leaving his virtual group and fresh faces joining in. Very casually, he came across yet another name, a face that seemed similar. A quick conversation was something that he was expert at, not knowing how to prolong it any further and of course a typical Catholic “shy-guy” school boy when it came to girls. Little did he know that she was the one he was looking for? However, he seemed unusually comfortable with this girl. The virtual media Friendo, which at least made him more flexible towards people he “feared”. At last, after weeks of useless and mind-boggling discussions they finally decided to meet. He taught her not to fall but to rise in love. The flattering truth of sleep that existed and prospered.
The horizon seemed almost static until a silhouette started getting near Alex. His throat dried, heartbeat rose and adding to this rainfall started pattering. Time seemed to freeze as he finally stood before her. He couldn’t able to figure out who she was although her face seemed quite familiar to him. Is it better to run or protect her from the rain or should he just smile and walk away? With all these weird suspicions hovering over him, he turned. Â The secret feelings for Araina made Alex unprepared. There was a silent agreement which Alex noticed in Araina’s beaming eyes.
Araina and Alex
They didn’t propose to each other, neither did they say those three magic words. All that he noticed was “Ariana” written carefully on her notebook while the bold font written “Alex” on his T Shirt could have never escaped her. They smiled at each other relishing the moment of realization without any introduction. The Emperor of the Day set himself into the Western concavity of the Horizon seeing the two finally drink the Holy Grail of long-lost love.
That was how time fled and led them to the genre of adulthood when they collided; fate figured it on behalf of the two. Unknown yet well-known to each other when he stroked a conversation to which she responded with utmost delight. Did the quest for ideal love reveal the concluding epiphany? Looking back into the clocks of time, they found a reflection of innocence that flourished; the latent potential to germinate that remained dormant blossomed. The moment of culmination touched their tender emotions, each and everywhere for the other, united and graceful.