The previous night I had stayed
in a small village for first time with my wife. I had gone there to have a
break from my day to day life. A distant relative of mine was there. The next
day I had some work in the district head quarters and decided to go alone
leaving my family with my relative’s.
So in the morning I rode from
that small village on its dirt road for 4 kilometers. The road runs through the
woods and then meets the state highway. I had to cover another 35 kilometers
from the point the dirt road meets the highway. The sun was beaming and through
the rows of tall Sall trees I moved ahead on my bike.
I am telling you about a district
which has the dubious distinction of being one of the most underdeveloped
districts of the country. So it is needless to describe further the
ill-conditions of the roads. Journey on them is both painful and extremely
risky.
However, I reached the point
where I would catch the state highway and would take a right turn to reach the
district headquarters. While taking the turn, at the meeting point of the two roads,
I saw a culvert. And on the cemented low wall of the culvert two names were
written with a big plus mark (+) in between them and a big heart shape had
encircled them all.
I thanked the education system of
my country which had reached such interior pockets and now gleaming prominently
with the shiny petals of love. Next moment I became a little conscious of my
age and then raised my eyebrows and giving a supercilious smile, I went ahead.
Our society is still orthodox in
the matters of love. We believe that love has to be made or expressed
privately. So the big heart symbol and the names on the culvert dazzling
publicly made me feel a bit negative about the writer(s). I raised my eyebrows
and then took the turn and went ahead on my way.
That day I had a lot of
engagements in the district head quarters. So I was very late. I had to return
in the late hours of the night. So some of my friends even advised me not to
take such a risky journey in the night but I did not heed their words.
The road was extremely lonely and
dark. To reach the village on my way back I had to take a left turn leaving the
highway. But I was very much confused in the dark of the night. At every half a kilometer a similar dirt road was found. I could not decide which road to take
but soon my confusion ended. The big heart shape and the names of the love pair
showed me the way. I undoubtedly took the road and reached home safely.
Someone’s LOVE SHOWED ME THE
WAY.......
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