A Really Tragic Love Story

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Real love stories often don't end on a happy note. But alas, I grew up on a dose of romantic movies with happy endings. That is probably why it was very difficult for me to accept the tragic end of my own love story when it finally came. For me, falling in love with a guy meant that he would marry me one day and then we would live happily ever after. But real love stories are not fairy tales and I was just not ready for the complexities of love. That is why I am sharing my tragic love story this Valentine' day.

It happened on the day he walked out of the seminar after calling the esteemed speaker a 'moron'. There was something about that quite guy in the class who had no friends and challenged all the professors ruthlessly. We were in film school and he was my classmate. I sorted him out in canteen after that fateful seminar and almost forced my friendship upon him.

Ankit was a recluse who preferred to be left alone but I was enthralled by his eccentricities. He would try to shake me off but I persisted. He even warned me off by saying, 'I am not cut out for relationships. You will hurt yourself'. But I was 'in' love and had no idea that I was getting in a really tragic love story.

At first, our relationship was like a drug to me. I needed my daily dose of Ankit to be alive. He was such a mad intellectual. He told me about all the foreign films and avant-garde filmmaking. I lapped up like a puppy. But I never realised that he was training me so that he could at least have a conversation with me. He never though I was worthy of him.

Our relationship was doomed from the first moment. He wanted to go to Hollywood, struggle and hopefully walk the red carpet of the Oscars someday. I wanted to get married, have kids and lead a comfortable life. There was no middle path between these two dreams. College got over and we were compelled to think about a future. As I realised that he was never going to ask me to marry him, I started putting pressure on him. I stooped to the level of nagging and emotionally blackmailing him.

I threatened him that if he would not marry me I would commit suicide; that is what the last straw in our fatal love relationship. One fine morning I got up to face a life without Ankit. He was gone, disappeared from the face of the earth without leaving even a goodbye note for me. As he was a drug for me, I immediately felt withdrawal symptoms. I had to take therapy to get over the villain in my real love story.

I don't know which one of us in this really tragic love story was more selfish. But as it Valentine's day, I warn all the young hearts to be careful. Don't get into doomed relationships like I did.