One of my seniors asked him if I was still after her. I told I was not. He donned a surprise expression on his face and said " You must try to be with the one you love or you will have to live the rest of your life with the one you don't love,pretending that you love her." I said "At the end of the day, the thing that matters is her happiness." He uttered,"You are weird"
Most of my close friends think I am weird and too sentimental sometimes. They may be true in their own sense. Or may be I am really a bizzare person having unnatural and unconventional thinking. Regardless of all these assumption, I enjoy myself than they enjoy me with their cleverness.
I love her not out of her beauty or lust. Sometimes love happens spontaneously. No one can predict, no one can trace how love happens. It has been eight months since I saw her and I still love her like anything. I tried to find the reason why I love her but I failed to find. Better let the reason be unknown.
My love doesn't end in her. I love my parents and my dear cousins and. uncles. After three months,I miss my home a lot. My home is 14 km south to imphal, in the outskirts of a small town called "nambol." I just love everything of Nambol. I am going home on 26th march and will hopefully celebrate yaoshang with my cousins. I will be eating the food that mama makes after almost three months. My father will be talking to me in his usual army style tone which I miss lately. My sister will be telling me stories the whole time.
Dear Likla(I mean you) I will always love you. And I am really sorry for this. I just can't throw you out of my brain. And Mama,Baba,Bale and my dear cousins,I am coming home. Spare that Hen for me. I will be making the best chicken ever.
