Rival Love

( All the characters mentioned in the story are purely imaginary. The author of this story is not responsible if this story relates to any incident of the past or hurt the views of the readers. The two names mentioned here are purely fictional, I don't have any persons with such name in my profile.)    

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               This is not a usual love story, where two identical hearts meet, share feelings, get bounded together and live a life happily ever after. Mine is a different one. You'll get to know soon!. To start with, I am Krishna working as a writer in a famous publishing company. I am an engineering passed out, but becoming a writer was my dream ever since childhood. I do two things during my free time.
               
                The first one is"Facebook Snooping", that is what I call it. Eager to know what?
 
                 Here goes the definition.'The act of snooping into some random person's  profile (usually the profiles of beautiful girls) without their notice just to see Brahma's creativity of Homo-Sapiens'.
(#ogling is not a crime).  
 

    

                  
                        The second one is writing, paper and pen had been my best friend since childhood. Being a single child, I would be left alone with my story books most of the time. Obviously, I loved literature. All through the day I would  pen down all my abstract thoughts."You are incredibly creative", my mom used to say. I would feel so happy when she used to appreciate all my scribbling as the best poems she has ever read. Of course, writing became my profession. According to me 'The most gifted person on earth is the one who has his passion as his profession'. I love to write poems which were usually society related and the incidents which have an impact on me.
                                          

This is where the story actually starts....
                    
                      You know, there is one point of time in your life when everything around you looks beautiful, you can't understand what is going on around you and everything moves slower, like an 'adagio' indicated above your lines of fate. You keep hearing your favorite melody in the backdrop of your senses all the time. 
                 
                      Yeah a point of time called "LOVE", In fact, You'll never know when your clock strikes this point of time.
                
                    Some may have this point of time during their early teens and for few singleton lame-ass guys like me only during their 20's. I had many girlfriends (friends who were girls) and a few girlfriends (the actual ones), but the girlfriends I had would leave me with no particular reason, the longest girlfriend, I managed to have was for about a week. It felt intriguing and I wanted to know the reason and after a discussion with my friends I finally found out the reason.
                      
                  There were three reasons, I was not funny was the first one, I bore them with my philosophies was the second one and I intentionally speak with a point of view contradicting their opinions was the third.
               
                   I could never trace out the tactics of understanding what girls think. I wish god would devise a formula or invent a machine to find out what is running inside a girl's brain."Lame-ass guy" I used to call myself.
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                   It was on 18th December 2012, when the entire country was agitated because of the horrendous Delhi rape case incident. Being a feminist, It had a huge impact on me.I wrote a poem about it and posted it on my Facebook page like I usually do. The main theme of my poem was to convict those heartless monsters with first degree crime charges.
  
               The poem had a huge response, it was shared by many, most of them were girls who were emotional about the mishap. One of those who shared my poem was Rithanya, my best friend who totally agreed with my views, but then suddenly a notification popped up, it was from Ananya Kannan, I haven't come across her name before, on searching I found out that she was a mutual friend of Rithanya.

               She commented with a point of view controverting my view. Her aspect was that hurting a criminal's physical body with punishments would only infuriate the animal within. We had an argument in the comment section of Rithanya's wall.

                  Nope!,'Conversation' was not the correct term, 'Rival' would suit the situation. A rival where her 'Thesis of psychology' battled against my 'Thoughts on philosophy'. 
  
              We had a never ending conversation, but then it reached the hottest point of Human rights vs Vigilantes (people who take the law in their own hands). The conversation seemed to grow beyond infinite. Then suddenly the owner of the wall Rithanya showed up, a bit infuriated because of the repeated notifications she got on her wall. She asked us to continue the discussion in our private chat.

               We weren't friends to have a private chat, but with the conversation we had, I could guess, she was more of a prodigy. She had all her facts straight and she believed what she said, and most of all she was straightforward and particular.

                 Call it 'Facebook snooping' or my inquisitiveness to know more about her, I clicked on her name to get into her profile. She had a picture of a cute puppy as her cover photo. There it was, a small square box displaying her profile picture. 

                  I could not see much, The picture showed only her face, she had a neatly tied hair with a little strand falling on her face, and I could find a trace of dimple on her left cheek, but I was not sure about it but I was sure about one thing, she looked gorgeous.

                 I was eager to see her photo in full resolution. Unable to control my eagerness, I clicked on her image, but goddamn,"The Photo Privacy", curse Mr. Mark Zuckerberg for his sick intentions, one of the sickest things you would face if you were a Facebook snooper :-p.

               Finally the time came, The point of time I described above. Yeah, the point of time called 'Love'. It was a notification, like a message from heaven sent by the almighty through his cupid,"Ananya Kannan has sent you a friend request" the notification reads.
        
                 What do you think I did next?, within next few seconds, I was already in her profile gazing at her profile picture in full resolution. Huh! How could one describe her beauty, She was more like a masterpiece art, a sculptured statue chiseled with an absolute precision and an artistic perception. Yeah, she had a dimple on her left cheek with an angelic smile, an exact replica of an angel straight down from heaven. I would spend the rest of my life just by gazing at her picture.
       
                  Then all of a sudden the chat box popped up, it was her, it seemed she would never leave me until I accept her thesis was correct. She still wanted to continue the conversation which we had on Rithanya's wall. Well, I was not in a mood for conversation. My mind was already inscribing her face in my heart. There was a battle going between my heart and all my senses. My heart was beating fast and my senses started to grow numb.
                    
                   My tone of conversation wasn't the same, yet I managed to have a long conversation and finally accepted her point of view. She was right, punishments never gave a sense of chaste or morality. It was more evident when she showed her thesis, which clearly proved that people tend to make a higher degree crime after suffering an imprisonment.

                   After that we had 'Rivalry' almost every day, her thesis of psychology against my theories of Philosophy and all the time Psychology won. May be I was not good at arguing!.
                    
                   In no time we became best friends. She was a Psychologist working in a renowned hospital. We started meeting, we met more often. We had millions of topics to speak about. She was more like an infinite treasure of information and most important of all, she was not bored of my philosophies even though every point of my views were contradicting her intentions. She never left me like the other girls did, she was cool!. 

              
After few years,

                    It was a blissful morning, The first rays of sun were gleaming out, we were seated in our rocking chair adoring the nature's eternity. Every morning I'd make green tea for her and sit with her to have this particular thing,"The conversation".

                   Trust me, Over the past 45 years there hasn't been even a single day where I've won a conversation with her. 45 years??. Yeah, I'm 69 now and she's 70.We married 45 years ago and she was a year older than me. May be that's the reason why she is more intellectual, I know that it is a lame reason, because I am a "Lame-Ass guy". She loved the Lameness in me.I have to say, She has grown more beautiful over the years. Those wrinkles made her extra cute and she still had that beautiful dimple and not to forget her angelic smile.
                      
                     This morning my conversation started with a sensational topic in the newspaper, the news of Tsunami striking the Coastal areas of the neighborhood Island.

 'These morning tidings in newspaper makes me ponder about the existence of god', I said,"May be I should become an atheist'.
                         
'What makes you think so?', she asked.
                           
'If God really existed, Why would he let those innocent souls get killed by such heinous fate?'.
             
'Why blame God?, It is ours, We human bear the sole responsibility for all the destruction', she said.

'How can we human be responsible. Why shouldn't God save us all when we are in trouble? It's his duty to save us all, as the so-called holy books say.'

          She replied with her usual monotone, 'Well,then consider this, You take a bowl of rice and keep it enclosed in a container for months, as the days go by, you would see a Rice Weevil poping out, it would start eating the rice grains .As the days go by they'd reproduce and grow in numbers, but when all the rice grains gets eaten up, then follows the mass massacre of death.We humans are similar to these Rice-Weevils.Our tendency is to take over-advantage of resources without knowing the fact that we'd end up to the point of deprivation.

       She continued,'Why blame god for our greediness?,God will never be guiding us in each and every actions we do, instead he has bestowed us with an in-born intellectual power called "Commonsense" and to answer your question on existence of god, there are scientific proof which says Enlightenment exists and enlightenment is nothing but realization of God himself and Quantum physicists say that "There is behind the material world a hyperspace that can be regarded as an afterlife or a heaven. Basis of this assumption is the proved phenomenon of Quantum entanglement."
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         Well It seems I lost the conversation again.Loosing never mattered to me, you know, sometimes I'd start up a silly conversation just to hear her speak and to see those beautiful expressions she makes while she speaks to me, especially the serious ones, she looks extra-gorgeous when she is serious. Sometimes we used to have serious conversation, yeah, the actual serious ones, but it never separated us. We would have fought at least a thousand time but at the end of the day it was not about the fights we had, it is the rebound rate that counts. I am literally bound to her, with all my heart and soul. In fact psychology states the more you fight with persons the more you get closer to them.


     Love arose between secern hearts,

  One was Bright and the other was pale.
  It soon blossomed into an abstract art,
  With stripes of truth and streaks of Gale.
                                                           -Adhi