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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Love stories / Romance
- Subject: Death / Heartbreak / Loss
- Published: 05/01/2013
My Blind Love Story
Born 1994, M, from KARACHI, Pakistan.jpg)
Unforgettable
‘I know there’s a difference of eight years between our age… but still I love you’ Sylvester was mumbling in his dreams. ‘Please say I love you too…please say it…’
Sylvester woke up finally and sighed heavily. When he checked the time it was three o’clock of midnight.
‘I just can't forget her…its been two months. She is totally unforgettable’
‘Thank you’, a voice echoes in his mind.
‘Her last words…thank you, they torture me every moment of my life…these words are badly unforgettable…I just want to see her once before I die’.
Next day, he wakes up and drinks five glasses of Pepsi drink and gets unfit.
‘Sylvester! Are you out of your mind?’ his mother yells from behind.
‘Mom…’ he sighs heavily. ‘I cant forget her…please don’t stop me’
After an hour, his mother takes him to Dr. Francis, a psychiatrist, the most famous psychiatrist in London. He is left alone with Dr. Francis in his room.
‘I left her two months ago on 7th of April…but still I haven’t forgotten her…she comes in my dreams every night…her last words with me, thank you, always echo around me…’
‘Hold it Mr. Sylvester’ Dr. interrupts ‘Who is her or she you are talking about? Tell your story from the beginning’
Sylvester begins his story:
A change in my life
12th August 2010, in Queen Elizabeth’s Grammar School for boys, I was checking my result of my 10th grade O level exams. When I saw my grades, I had the worst result in my class. I was shattered and my world of happiness was also destroyed. I had no other option but to commit a suicide.
Every day I decided to kill myself once and for all instead of dying everyday, but a thought of my old parents stopped me everyday, as I was their only son.
My father was my best friend who used to give me support.
Few weeks later, I went with my father to purchase some books.
‘What’s up these days?’ he asked me on return journey ‘How’s life?’
‘What’s life Dad? I have forgotten how to live’
My words created silence between us, and we silently went home.
That night I went to a dark room alone and said to myself:
‘Tomorrow is my last day in this world… I wont care about my parents…tomorrow after school I will die in a car crash outside school’
Next day, in fifth period, our new English teacher Miss Sara Smith came to our class and taught us.
She was quite young and beautiful. She was very soft and polite. She seemed very friendly to us and used to give a smile, which impressed all the students very much. I got a crush on her and I felt something very different when she gave me her smile.
My suicide plan changed and I decided to spend my time with her.
A week later, I went to her, as she was standing alone,
‘Miss Sara I need extra lecture for what you taught moments ago’ I said shyly.
‘Sure you can come any time after recess’
‘Ok I will come in seventh period’
She gave me a smile as I went next door. A strange feeling came to me as she smiled. my heartbeat went faster and I felt like being happier than ever.
In seventh period I went to attend my lecture with her. During the lecture, I noticed she always used to smile when I pretended to be confused and used to repeat her lecture by using better words and by comforting me that nothing was that much difficult. At least ten times she must have given me her smile during the lecture. When the lecture was over she said:
‘Sylvester, don’t get too conscious. Every thing will be easy…you can come to me any time’
I went away when my lecture was over. I sat down for a while on a chair nearby.
‘…Last few moments must be best moments of my life ever…she’s an angel…she may be my future life’
I stood up and began walking thinking about her
‘No…she cant be my future…she is only my teacher. I don’t love her of course…I just like her’ I lied to myself.
She brought a drastic change in my miserable life. I forgot why was I so miserable few days ago. My better life began. I started attending her extra lectures twice a week. Everyday she smiled with me, and my days turned brighter. I felt a change in myself; I left all my bad habits like lying, quarrelling with friends and disobeying parents.
I never knew this would happen
Few days later, I began to suffer from a severe fever. I didn’t go to school for one day. In fever I remembered nothing except Miss Sara’s smile and few words. Three days passed I didn’t went to school and didn’t see her face anywhere.
One day I was lying on my bed and repeating:
‘Miss Sara…Miss Sara…where are you…I want to see you’ I sighed heavily.
That night when I was sleeping, my health got worse I woke up suddenly and vomited on my bed.
‘Miss Sara…you are not around everything is going wrong’.
I suffered whole week in fever, and didn’t see her, as I was not going to school. When I was better, I went to school and everything seemed different. During end of Miss Sara’s period I went to her,
‘Please can I have my missed out work of last week?’
‘Sure Sylvester, first tell me how is your health?’
‘I’m better…it was just a fever’.
‘Take care of yourself Sylvester…don’t worry, I will provide you with all your missed out work’
I forgot my fever at once as her way of talking made my world colorful.
She sat with me and gave me all the work along with the entire missed out lecture. She continued to smile as usual and my beautiful life continued. After the lecture I wanted to talk so I asked:
‘Miss Sara…when does your birthday come?’
‘On 18th August, why? Will you come’ she laughed.
‘Yes I will…if you would invite me’
‘I bet you, you will never come’
‘Ok we will see it, but I promise I will come’
She laughed as I said, I didn’t knew what was I saying but I liked our conversation.
Next day on 11th November, I was out during her period and she was telling everyone her opinion about every student. I came to class when the period was over; I went to her quickly as the boys were out for recess.
‘Miss Sara…what’s your opinion for me?’
‘You are very sensitive Sylvester, you need to be strong’ she smiled.
‘I might be sensitive, but I can do anything to make you happy’ I replied nervously.
‘Oh thanks Sylvester I am ok’ she said smilingly and kept her hand on my shoulder.
She went outside class by giving me last smile. At that time I didn’t knew what was about to happen after a week, neither I knew this was my last best time with her.
School gave us one-week vacation. This time I didn’t felt her absence.
When we returned to school. All teachers had pressure on their head to cover our studies. This time I went to Miss Sara being happy,
‘Miss Sara I wanted to…’
‘Look Sylvester’ she interrupted seriously. ‘I cant give you any lecture till end of December, so please don’t come to me again’
She went away saying this, my world was more badly shattered than ever before. I realized my previous Miss Sara was totally changed. She had lost her politeness, friendly attitude and most of all her best smile.
That night I realized that I was in love,
‘I shouldn’t have loved her…but love is blind, and I can never overcome her’
In two months, I realized that she was changed into a strict teacher and had gained attitude problem. I never knew this all would happen one day.
Jealousy
On 4th of January’2011, we returned from our two-week winter break. I didn’t change but Miss Sara was totally someone else. She was still friendly, but at the same time had attitude. She was now one of the most strict teachers in class. No one felt change in her except me, as I was the only one who was in love with her.
I had no guts to talk to her about anything. My days were becoming stressful and I only used to think about her. I couldn’t concentrate on my studies, neither I enjoyed any happy moment of life.
I used to see her talking to other students, the way she used to talk to me. She also used to laugh and give smiles to other children. These created big jealousies between me and other students. I used to remember my best days with her.
One night while I was on bed, I was feeling quiet jealous with other students,
‘Miss Sara smiles with everyone except me…only for two months I had a good time with her but three months have passed, and she hasn’t even talked nicely with me…..11th November, Miss Sara laughed with me for last time, at that time when she touched me…I never knew that was my last best time with her’
Black night
25th March, many days had passed and I had not even talked to her. That night I couldn’t sleep whole night. I talked to myself:
‘18th April is last day at school, I will see Queen Elizabeth’s Grammar School for last time…no more school…no more friends…no more Miss Sara’
I got up from bed as I got a shock, I began to realize it was end of my blind love story. I was about to lose Miss Sara forever and I didn’t had any good time with her since four to five months.
This time I felt something different in my chest. It was a very different sort of pain I began yelling:
‘Miss Sara…Miss Sara…I love you…please don’t leave me’
My Mom came to my room, and yelled:
‘What happened Sylvester, it was just a dream’
‘I wish it was a dream…but it’s a fact’
‘What are you talking about?’
‘I’m in love…with Miss Sara…four months have passed, she hasn’t smiled…I haven’t told her about my feelings yet…I love her, I cant forget her’
‘Don’t cry there’s nothing to worry about…tell her she’s your favorite teacher in school, she might realize your feelings’
‘Thanks Mom…love you’ I cried.
She went to her room. I felt better, this was a black night for me
Time to end love story
I decided now it was time to end love story happily. I bought a pen with her name ‘SARA SMITH’ printed on it. I decided to present her this pen as a goodbye gift.
Few days later, on 18th April it was my last day at school. I saw her coming my way I finally went to her:
‘Miss Sara I need to talk to you, can you come with me please?’
‘Sure, but where are you taking me?’
I took her to my classroom, I was very nervous at that time and my legs were shaking,
‘Miss Sara I wanted to say…I was saying…I always wanted to tell you’
‘Relax Sylvester relax, why are you shaking? Don’t be afraid’
I felt for a moment that my old polite Miss Sara was back so I gained a little confidence.
‘Miss Sara I always wanted to tell you that I like you very much as you are my most favorite teacher in school’
She gave me a smile after a long period of five months, which changed my distressed mood,
‘You brought me here to tell this?’
‘No please tell me who has been your favorite student through out the year?’
‘Sylvester students are equal for me, there is no favoritism’
‘But I was always different, I never misbehaved with you’
‘Ok you are’ she said as if she was trying to make me happy.
I took out my handkerchief and gave it to her.
‘Autograph please?’
She was writing on that handkerchief, while I took out the pen,
‘Miss Sara, a gift from me’
‘Oh no Sylvester I cant take this, it’s not allowed in school’
‘Please, it’s my last request to you, we will never meet again…please accept my last request’
She thought for while, then she agreed,
‘Thank you’ she said in beautiful and heart touching voice and went away.
I was over excited, for what happened. At that time I knew this was the last time I was with her, but I also knew that my love story had a happy ending.
Since that day I sleep with that Handkerchief which has her autograph.
One month later I gave my Cambridge Exams. I used to think that my love story was over forever, but I was wrong. I had left her in reality, but since that day she comes in my dreams every night. And I am still distressed even though I ended up with her happily.
Sylvester’s letter
Sylvester ended his story. Dr. Francis was writing names of medicines.
‘So now what do you want?’
‘I just want to see her once…..or forget her as if I never knew her’
‘Write a letter to her in which you will tell her your every feeling about her and when you would finish your letter, you will burn it along with that handkerchief. She comes in your dreams because you sleep with that handkerchief, which is her last symbol. You feel her when you hold that handkerchief. So burn it to forget her’
When his appointment is over, he goes home and sleeps.
Miss Sara roams around in her room, she moves to her cupboard and opens the drawer, she sees the pen which Sylvester gave her,
‘Sylvester’s gift…I like it. He really liked me very much, I should have thanked him properly…so that he would have been satisfied’
That night Sylvester writes a letter to her:
Miss Sara,
I love you very much. You are my past, you are my future. You are my life and you are my death. I always wanted to make you happy, but I never got the chance. I am afraid of long heights but I can even climb peak of Mount Everest, if that would make you happy. I have never fought anyone as I am very much afraid of being injured, but I can always be a shield for you no matter if my life is in danger. I know many people love you but I can bet that my love is stronger than all your other lovers’ love combined.
I can never expose my feelings in front of you because I respect you as there is difference of eight years between our age, that’s why I can only write my feelings for you in a piece of paper in hope you might get this paper one day.
If I am a true lover, then I will see you once before I die. My last wish is to die in front of you, but that’s not possible. I love you very much Miss Sara.
Your true lover,
Sylvester.
Sylvester doesn’t burn his letter but he hides it under his pillow. Neither he burns his handkerchief. He doesn’t even takes his medicine and sleeps in air conditioned room after taking a cold bath.
Final decision
Next day, when he wakes up, his body shivers as fever attacks him. He remembers his fever which attacked him when he had nice days with Miss Sara.
‘First tell me how’s your health?’ Miss Sara’s voice echoes in his mind.
‘Miss Sara…Miss Sara…last time…you asked me about my health’ he speaks hardly ‘Where are you now…ask me about my health…where are you Miss Sara?’
That night, he sleeps at twelve o’clock of midnight. At half past three, he wakes up and vomits on floor. He remembers his old days when he was cured by thinking about her, but now it was useless to think about her.
‘Thank you…your last words can only cure me Miss Sara…please give me your last look’
Sylvester finally decides to commit a suicide, but he has one last wish to see Miss Sara once before he dies and until that he wont die.
One month later, on 12th August, his Cambridge result is displayed. When he checks his result, he sees that he has got one of the best grades in class, but his result doesn’t satisfy him, neither he changes his decision of committing a suicide, but he needs Miss Sara’s last look.
Best coincidences ever
On 18th of August he wakes up,
‘Happy Birthday Miss Sara, sorry I broke my promise of attending your birthday’ he says to himself.
He goes out on streets and takes his letter, which he wrote to her and his handkerchief with him.
He sits on footpath and begins reading his letter. Firing of cops and some gangsters takes place around him, he keeps the letter in his left pocket with that handkerchief. A bullet hits his right leg, when he gets up two bullets hit his waist from behind and he fells to ground. He realizes that he cant die before seeing Miss Sara for the last time, so now it was time to see her before he stops breathing.
‘Miss Sara…Miss Sara…’ he cries in heavy voice. Somehow he runs to a cab driver,
‘Where? Hospital?’ the cab driver asks.
‘No’ he says pantingly ‘To Queen Elizabeth’s School for Boys’
He asks the driver to drive quickly as he knew that he was about to die in few minutes.
‘Take care of yourself Sylvester… you are very sensitive, you need to be strong…Thank you’ Miss Sara’s voices echo around him.
Then he remembers the time when he had a conversation with her regarding her birthday:
‘When does your birthday come…..I bet you will never come…..but I promise I will come’
Sylvester’s condition gets worse and worse as he was about to die.
Meanwhile at his school, Miss Sara wanders around and sees the pen which Sylvester gave her,
‘He promised me that he would come on my birthday, but I knew it was just a show off’
A peon comes running to her,
‘Miss Sara, one of your old students is lying outside school. He is taking his last breath, he asked me to call you, he didn’t tell his name’
Miss Sara extremely worried runs toward gate and sees Sylvester lying on a bench outside school with blood on his clothes. She runs to him,
‘Sylvester what happened?’
‘Miss Sara, I promised you I will come on your birthday…..I kept my promise…..happy birthday…..’
She began weeping, she calls ambulance to come and take Sylvester. When she keeps her cell phone in pocket, she begins crying soundly.
‘Miss Sara…..I didn’t came here to say happy birthday…..actually I wanted to give you this letter’
He took out the letter and the handkerchief and gave both the things to her.
‘You still have my autograph?’ she cried.
‘Miss Sara…Miss Sara…I always wanted to die in front of you…what a coincidence, I am dying on your birthday, and by chance…I got to say happy birthday…what a coincidence…and my letter was also in my pocket…what a coincidence’
‘Please don’t say that, you will not die’
‘Miss Sara…since first day I saw you…I wanted to tell you…’
‘Tell me what?’
‘I love you’
Miss Sara got a shock on hearing this and slowly she felt that Sylvester had stopped breathing.
Sylvester becomes the first boy of London, who proposed to his teacher.
My Blind Love Story(SALAAR lAGHARI)
Unforgettable
‘I know there’s a difference of eight years between our age… but still I love you’ Sylvester was mumbling in his dreams. ‘Please say I love you too…please say it…’
Sylvester woke up finally and sighed heavily. When he checked the time it was three o’clock of midnight.
‘I just can't forget her…its been two months. She is totally unforgettable’
‘Thank you’, a voice echoes in his mind.
‘Her last words…thank you, they torture me every moment of my life…these words are badly unforgettable…I just want to see her once before I die’.
Next day, he wakes up and drinks five glasses of Pepsi drink and gets unfit.
‘Sylvester! Are you out of your mind?’ his mother yells from behind.
‘Mom…’ he sighs heavily. ‘I cant forget her…please don’t stop me’
After an hour, his mother takes him to Dr. Francis, a psychiatrist, the most famous psychiatrist in London. He is left alone with Dr. Francis in his room.
‘I left her two months ago on 7th of April…but still I haven’t forgotten her…she comes in my dreams every night…her last words with me, thank you, always echo around me…’
‘Hold it Mr. Sylvester’ Dr. interrupts ‘Who is her or she you are talking about? Tell your story from the beginning’
Sylvester begins his story:
A change in my life
12th August 2010, in Queen Elizabeth’s Grammar School for boys, I was checking my result of my 10th grade O level exams. When I saw my grades, I had the worst result in my class. I was shattered and my world of happiness was also destroyed. I had no other option but to commit a suicide.
Every day I decided to kill myself once and for all instead of dying everyday, but a thought of my old parents stopped me everyday, as I was their only son.
My father was my best friend who used to give me support.
Few weeks later, I went with my father to purchase some books.
‘What’s up these days?’ he asked me on return journey ‘How’s life?’
‘What’s life Dad? I have forgotten how to live’
My words created silence between us, and we silently went home.
That night I went to a dark room alone and said to myself:
‘Tomorrow is my last day in this world… I wont care about my parents…tomorrow after school I will die in a car crash outside school’
Next day, in fifth period, our new English teacher Miss Sara Smith came to our class and taught us.
She was quite young and beautiful. She was very soft and polite. She seemed very friendly to us and used to give a smile, which impressed all the students very much. I got a crush on her and I felt something very different when she gave me her smile.
My suicide plan changed and I decided to spend my time with her.
A week later, I went to her, as she was standing alone,
‘Miss Sara I need extra lecture for what you taught moments ago’ I said shyly.
‘Sure you can come any time after recess’
‘Ok I will come in seventh period’
She gave me a smile as I went next door. A strange feeling came to me as she smiled. my heartbeat went faster and I felt like being happier than ever.
In seventh period I went to attend my lecture with her. During the lecture, I noticed she always used to smile when I pretended to be confused and used to repeat her lecture by using better words and by comforting me that nothing was that much difficult. At least ten times she must have given me her smile during the lecture. When the lecture was over she said:
‘Sylvester, don’t get too conscious. Every thing will be easy…you can come to me any time’
I went away when my lecture was over. I sat down for a while on a chair nearby.
‘…Last few moments must be best moments of my life ever…she’s an angel…she may be my future life’
I stood up and began walking thinking about her
‘No…she cant be my future…she is only my teacher. I don’t love her of course…I just like her’ I lied to myself.
She brought a drastic change in my miserable life. I forgot why was I so miserable few days ago. My better life began. I started attending her extra lectures twice a week. Everyday she smiled with me, and my days turned brighter. I felt a change in myself; I left all my bad habits like lying, quarrelling with friends and disobeying parents.
I never knew this would happen
Few days later, I began to suffer from a severe fever. I didn’t go to school for one day. In fever I remembered nothing except Miss Sara’s smile and few words. Three days passed I didn’t went to school and didn’t see her face anywhere.
One day I was lying on my bed and repeating:
‘Miss Sara…Miss Sara…where are you…I want to see you’ I sighed heavily.
That night when I was sleeping, my health got worse I woke up suddenly and vomited on my bed.
‘Miss Sara…you are not around everything is going wrong’.
I suffered whole week in fever, and didn’t see her, as I was not going to school. When I was better, I went to school and everything seemed different. During end of Miss Sara’s period I went to her,
‘Please can I have my missed out work of last week?’
‘Sure Sylvester, first tell me how is your health?’
‘I’m better…it was just a fever’.
‘Take care of yourself Sylvester…don’t worry, I will provide you with all your missed out work’
I forgot my fever at once as her way of talking made my world colorful.
She sat with me and gave me all the work along with the entire missed out lecture. She continued to smile as usual and my beautiful life continued. After the lecture I wanted to talk so I asked:
‘Miss Sara…when does your birthday come?’
‘On 18th August, why? Will you come’ she laughed.
‘Yes I will…if you would invite me’
‘I bet you, you will never come’
‘Ok we will see it, but I promise I will come’
She laughed as I said, I didn’t knew what was I saying but I liked our conversation.
Next day on 11th November, I was out during her period and she was telling everyone her opinion about every student. I came to class when the period was over; I went to her quickly as the boys were out for recess.
‘Miss Sara…what’s your opinion for me?’
‘You are very sensitive Sylvester, you need to be strong’ she smiled.
‘I might be sensitive, but I can do anything to make you happy’ I replied nervously.
‘Oh thanks Sylvester I am ok’ she said smilingly and kept her hand on my shoulder.
She went outside class by giving me last smile. At that time I didn’t knew what was about to happen after a week, neither I knew this was my last best time with her.
School gave us one-week vacation. This time I didn’t felt her absence.
When we returned to school. All teachers had pressure on their head to cover our studies. This time I went to Miss Sara being happy,
‘Miss Sara I wanted to…’
‘Look Sylvester’ she interrupted seriously. ‘I cant give you any lecture till end of December, so please don’t come to me again’
She went away saying this, my world was more badly shattered than ever before. I realized my previous Miss Sara was totally changed. She had lost her politeness, friendly attitude and most of all her best smile.
That night I realized that I was in love,
‘I shouldn’t have loved her…but love is blind, and I can never overcome her’
In two months, I realized that she was changed into a strict teacher and had gained attitude problem. I never knew this all would happen one day.
Jealousy
On 4th of January’2011, we returned from our two-week winter break. I didn’t change but Miss Sara was totally someone else. She was still friendly, but at the same time had attitude. She was now one of the most strict teachers in class. No one felt change in her except me, as I was the only one who was in love with her.
I had no guts to talk to her about anything. My days were becoming stressful and I only used to think about her. I couldn’t concentrate on my studies, neither I enjoyed any happy moment of life.
I used to see her talking to other students, the way she used to talk to me. She also used to laugh and give smiles to other children. These created big jealousies between me and other students. I used to remember my best days with her.
One night while I was on bed, I was feeling quiet jealous with other students,
‘Miss Sara smiles with everyone except me…only for two months I had a good time with her but three months have passed, and she hasn’t even talked nicely with me…..11th November, Miss Sara laughed with me for last time, at that time when she touched me…I never knew that was my last best time with her’
Black night
25th March, many days had passed and I had not even talked to her. That night I couldn’t sleep whole night. I talked to myself:
‘18th April is last day at school, I will see Queen Elizabeth’s Grammar School for last time…no more school…no more friends…no more Miss Sara’
I got up from bed as I got a shock, I began to realize it was end of my blind love story. I was about to lose Miss Sara forever and I didn’t had any good time with her since four to five months.
This time I felt something different in my chest. It was a very different sort of pain I began yelling:
‘Miss Sara…Miss Sara…I love you…please don’t leave me’
My Mom came to my room, and yelled:
‘What happened Sylvester, it was just a dream’
‘I wish it was a dream…but it’s a fact’
‘What are you talking about?’
‘I’m in love…with Miss Sara…four months have passed, she hasn’t smiled…I haven’t told her about my feelings yet…I love her, I cant forget her’
‘Don’t cry there’s nothing to worry about…tell her she’s your favorite teacher in school, she might realize your feelings’
‘Thanks Mom…love you’ I cried.
She went to her room. I felt better, this was a black night for me
Time to end love story
I decided now it was time to end love story happily. I bought a pen with her name ‘SARA SMITH’ printed on it. I decided to present her this pen as a goodbye gift.
Few days later, on 18th April it was my last day at school. I saw her coming my way I finally went to her:
‘Miss Sara I need to talk to you, can you come with me please?’
‘Sure, but where are you taking me?’
I took her to my classroom, I was very nervous at that time and my legs were shaking,
‘Miss Sara I wanted to say…I was saying…I always wanted to tell you’
‘Relax Sylvester relax, why are you shaking? Don’t be afraid’
I felt for a moment that my old polite Miss Sara was back so I gained a little confidence.
‘Miss Sara I always wanted to tell you that I like you very much as you are my most favorite teacher in school’
She gave me a smile after a long period of five months, which changed my distressed mood,
‘You brought me here to tell this?’
‘No please tell me who has been your favorite student through out the year?’
‘Sylvester students are equal for me, there is no favoritism’
‘But I was always different, I never misbehaved with you’
‘Ok you are’ she said as if she was trying to make me happy.
I took out my handkerchief and gave it to her.
‘Autograph please?’
She was writing on that handkerchief, while I took out the pen,
‘Miss Sara, a gift from me’
‘Oh no Sylvester I cant take this, it’s not allowed in school’
‘Please, it’s my last request to you, we will never meet again…please accept my last request’
She thought for while, then she agreed,
‘Thank you’ she said in beautiful and heart touching voice and went away.
I was over excited, for what happened. At that time I knew this was the last time I was with her, but I also knew that my love story had a happy ending.
Since that day I sleep with that Handkerchief which has her autograph.
One month later I gave my Cambridge Exams. I used to think that my love story was over forever, but I was wrong. I had left her in reality, but since that day she comes in my dreams every night. And I am still distressed even though I ended up with her happily.
Sylvester’s letter
Sylvester ended his story. Dr. Francis was writing names of medicines.
‘So now what do you want?’
‘I just want to see her once…..or forget her as if I never knew her’
‘Write a letter to her in which you will tell her your every feeling about her and when you would finish your letter, you will burn it along with that handkerchief. She comes in your dreams because you sleep with that handkerchief, which is her last symbol. You feel her when you hold that handkerchief. So burn it to forget her’
When his appointment is over, he goes home and sleeps.
Miss Sara roams around in her room, she moves to her cupboard and opens the drawer, she sees the pen which Sylvester gave her,
‘Sylvester’s gift…I like it. He really liked me very much, I should have thanked him properly…so that he would have been satisfied’
That night Sylvester writes a letter to her:
Miss Sara,
I love you very much. You are my past, you are my future. You are my life and you are my death. I always wanted to make you happy, but I never got the chance. I am afraid of long heights but I can even climb peak of Mount Everest, if that would make you happy. I have never fought anyone as I am very much afraid of being injured, but I can always be a shield for you no matter if my life is in danger. I know many people love you but I can bet that my love is stronger than all your other lovers’ love combined.
I can never expose my feelings in front of you because I respect you as there is difference of eight years between our age, that’s why I can only write my feelings for you in a piece of paper in hope you might get this paper one day.
If I am a true lover, then I will see you once before I die. My last wish is to die in front of you, but that’s not possible. I love you very much Miss Sara.
Your true lover,
Sylvester.
Sylvester doesn’t burn his letter but he hides it under his pillow. Neither he burns his handkerchief. He doesn’t even takes his medicine and sleeps in air conditioned room after taking a cold bath.
Final decision
Next day, when he wakes up, his body shivers as fever attacks him. He remembers his fever which attacked him when he had nice days with Miss Sara.
‘First tell me how’s your health?’ Miss Sara’s voice echoes in his mind.
‘Miss Sara…Miss Sara…last time…you asked me about my health’ he speaks hardly ‘Where are you now…ask me about my health…where are you Miss Sara?’
That night, he sleeps at twelve o’clock of midnight. At half past three, he wakes up and vomits on floor. He remembers his old days when he was cured by thinking about her, but now it was useless to think about her.
‘Thank you…your last words can only cure me Miss Sara…please give me your last look’
Sylvester finally decides to commit a suicide, but he has one last wish to see Miss Sara once before he dies and until that he wont die.
One month later, on 12th August, his Cambridge result is displayed. When he checks his result, he sees that he has got one of the best grades in class, but his result doesn’t satisfy him, neither he changes his decision of committing a suicide, but he needs Miss Sara’s last look.
Best coincidences ever
On 18th of August he wakes up,
‘Happy Birthday Miss Sara, sorry I broke my promise of attending your birthday’ he says to himself.
He goes out on streets and takes his letter, which he wrote to her and his handkerchief with him.
He sits on footpath and begins reading his letter. Firing of cops and some gangsters takes place around him, he keeps the letter in his left pocket with that handkerchief. A bullet hits his right leg, when he gets up two bullets hit his waist from behind and he fells to ground. He realizes that he cant die before seeing Miss Sara for the last time, so now it was time to see her before he stops breathing.
‘Miss Sara…Miss Sara…’ he cries in heavy voice. Somehow he runs to a cab driver,
‘Where? Hospital?’ the cab driver asks.
‘No’ he says pantingly ‘To Queen Elizabeth’s School for Boys’
He asks the driver to drive quickly as he knew that he was about to die in few minutes.
‘Take care of yourself Sylvester… you are very sensitive, you need to be strong…Thank you’ Miss Sara’s voices echo around him.
Then he remembers the time when he had a conversation with her regarding her birthday:
‘When does your birthday come…..I bet you will never come…..but I promise I will come’
Sylvester’s condition gets worse and worse as he was about to die.
Meanwhile at his school, Miss Sara wanders around and sees the pen which Sylvester gave her,
‘He promised me that he would come on my birthday, but I knew it was just a show off’
A peon comes running to her,
‘Miss Sara, one of your old students is lying outside school. He is taking his last breath, he asked me to call you, he didn’t tell his name’
Miss Sara extremely worried runs toward gate and sees Sylvester lying on a bench outside school with blood on his clothes. She runs to him,
‘Sylvester what happened?’
‘Miss Sara, I promised you I will come on your birthday…..I kept my promise…..happy birthday…..’
She began weeping, she calls ambulance to come and take Sylvester. When she keeps her cell phone in pocket, she begins crying soundly.
‘Miss Sara…..I didn’t came here to say happy birthday…..actually I wanted to give you this letter’
He took out the letter and the handkerchief and gave both the things to her.
‘You still have my autograph?’ she cried.
‘Miss Sara…Miss Sara…I always wanted to die in front of you…what a coincidence, I am dying on your birthday, and by chance…I got to say happy birthday…what a coincidence…and my letter was also in my pocket…what a coincidence’
‘Please don’t say that, you will not die’
‘Miss Sara…since first day I saw you…I wanted to tell you…’
‘Tell me what?’
‘I love you’
Miss Sara got a shock on hearing this and slowly she felt that Sylvester had stopped breathing.
Sylvester becomes the first boy of London, who proposed to his teacher.
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