As in every fairy tale...

As in every fairy tale, once; I also got stuck into love. Indeed it was only me. It was a single-sided dream. Lately did I know, I was a paranoid who believed, I was being loved. It was like: I loved- she didn’t love- something broke inside my heart- her marriage- a trip into the mountains- a song dedication- the same gloomy end marking a new beginning!

But there were a few whom I loved more than me for not any Romeo reasons. I simply loved them to be with them for the want of being with them. You may call them your friends, your other-gene brother or sister, or whatever you’d love to call. You’re happy, you are energized and much above all; you are you, when along with them. What else is fun? What else is life? Why everyone needs a chocolate when dusk falls?

I have had two such little dear rascals’. I was 'Bhayya' and a 'Cheda' for them.

'Bhayya- dear' once said: “I don’t know what I feel, but one thing is sure, I’m luckier now! I’ve a brother.”
Today I don’t know where she is.

'Cheda-dear' once said: “Cheda! Certain irritating mannerisms of yours are stark similar to my own brother, especially when you try to impose your authority and restrict my freedom (of speech!)"
I know where she is, and I know why she doesn't pick up when I call. She is having fun! She loves to have fun with me…

Chocolates are with me. Would i ever be able to share with them?

Ever did I consider them as women? Why did they ignore me? I don't have an answer. There isn't a greater pain, when on a fine day you recognize: your heart is not responding to you. When every emotion turns dull grey, you live to forget all those were unforgettable. From this day a pain begins to grow in your throat. You are not you again.

Isn't it more a fairy like tale?
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