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Hindolam: G₂

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The leaves rustling in the breeze whispered a story. The story of a young man who sought to win her heart. A fairy tale, the prince who lost his heart to a princess. Too late he knew that she was not his princess. That her Prince Charming already came along, for her happily ever after. His intense love scorched his insides, a flaming desire. His beliefs, his thoughts, his feelings, everything fascinated her. More than love, she admired him. Yet he never gave up, incessant desire kept moving him forward. 

Somewhere along this road he lost his soul to a girl who would never be his own. His ineffable untainted love fascinated her, but she couldn't give him her heart. She already gave it away, to her one true love. Life is full of uncertainities, you never know who you'll fall in love with, who will capture your heart. 

The road they were travelling on forked into two. She had to make a choice, a decision that would alter the course of her life. She followed her love because she wanted to spend her life with 'him'. She made her choice. Maybe right, maybe wrong. Nonetheless, it was her choice, it was what she believed she wanted.

"It is not his abilities that maketh a man who he is, it is his choices.”

Suddenly, he pulled her away from her love. His strong grasp held her hands tightly and her mouth opened in bewilderment. She knew that 'he' couldn't live without her. He pulled her into his chariot and sped away. She had to go back to 'him'. As the distance between them grew, she knew she belonged to 'him'. 

"Distance makes the heart grow fonder." 

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