Can Love Happened Twice?

Can Love Happen Twice                                       #Ravinder Singh

 What can you say about a guy who lost his girlfriend by the time the two of them were to exchange their engagement rings? That he plunged into the deepest ocean of trauma? That, for whatever happened, he lost his faith in God? That he was so madly immersed in the love of his mortal girlfriend that, after she was gone, forever, he wrote an immortal love story in her memory? Or maybe that, after a long interval of time, one day, love knocked at his door once again?

Chapter One

    Dusk had fallen when Amardeep walked out of the exit gate of the busy Chandigarh airport. A chilly winter welcomed him for the very first time to ‘The City Beautiful’. The evening was even more beautiful for it was Valentine’s Day. Love was in the air and red was the colour everywhere. The temperature must have been close to 4 degrees. Adding to the winter chill was the cool breeze which was blowing that evening, compelling the just-arrived passengers to pull out their jackets. 

    Enjoying the initial few moments, Amardeep let his body feel and embrace the cold surrounding him, but he could not bear it for long. Soon he pulled out his jacket and zipped it up till his neck. The foggy breath that he exhaled was visible. It was that cold.

I too had a love story

I too had a Love Story 

                                                                           #Ravinder Singh

I remember the date well: 4 March 2006. I was in Kolkata and about to reach Happy’s home. I had

been very excited all morning as I was going to see our gang of four after three years. After our

engineering, this was the first time when all of us—Manpreet, Amardeep, Happy and I—were going

to be together. During our first year in the hostel, Happy and I were in different rooms on the fourth

floor of the Block-A building. Being on the same floor, we were acquaintances but I never wanted to

interact with him. I didn’t think him to be ‘a good guy’ because of his fondness for fights and the red

on his mark sheet. But, unfortunately, I was late in getting back to the hostel at the beginning of the

second year and almost all the rooms were already allotted by then. I was not left with any choice

other than becoming Happy’s roommate. And because life is weird, things changed dramatically and,

soon, we became the best of buddies. The day our reunion was scheduled, he had been working with

TCS for two years and was enjoying his onsite project in London. Happy was blessed with a height

of 6’1”, a good physique and stunning looks.

And Happy was always happy. Manpreet, or MP as we called him, is short-statured, fair and

healthy.