This Love Story Of Kolkata Will Make You Fall In Love With The City Once Again
Kolkata! The uniqueness of this city and its charm is majestic. The scenario of an early morning in Kolkata is just like an alluring painting on the canvas. The play of colours in the slight orange sky above, is accompanied by a hue of yellow. The open fields of Victoria Memorial have elderly men doing their daily exercise and young boys enjoying their play of cricket. Solace is experienced in each of the Rabindra Sangeet being played from neighboring houses. Soothing tunes begin the mornings in this city of joy. Love for poems, stories and theater as if were born in this very city. Valentine’s day is not that big in comparison of the city’s Saraswati puja. Here people always welcome others with a humble smile. Making one indulge into the bengali cuisine, is just a way of expressing ‘friendship’. Xavier’s and Park street bring back nostalgia for each one who grew up here. The city holds its own pride and diginity. If you become a member of the ‘adda’ gang that’s a sign of you turning into a great motivational speaker. Novels are the best pals and College Street is the best place to bargin over them. Historical pages can be turned over and the essence you get is great. All this goes to prove that Kolkata is the city of joy.
Admist the crowd of thousands in this city of unprecedented happiness, this story is of Amaira Sengupta. A 12th standard student, of Loreto House, a reputed girl’s school in town. Amaira being the famous girl in school was also known for her joviality, positivity and a smile worth a cluster of stars twinkling. Her ‘always ready to help’ and genuine nature made her everyone’s favourite. Besides all, her looks never went unnoticed. Blessed with a great height, her dimple and eyes illuminating with happiness were factors which boys would not miss surely.
The only thing which never happened to her was love! Though she loved reading Nicholas Sparks and Cecelia Ahern, she would laugh out loud on the thought of being in Love.
But from one particular day onwards Amaira experienced the difference in her. Was is wrong or right? She was to simplify this equation. There was an interschool fest to be held at her school. Being the representative, Amaira also prepared for the event she was to participate in. Ever since she entered the senior school, she had been looking forward to this fest.
“Which are the schools turning up tomorrow?” – Sana, her best friend, inquired while making posters.
“All the other Loreto schools obviously, Don Bosco, Heritage …” –
Amaira stopped mid way of her sentence and looked away in the opposite direction, waiting for a reaction from Sana.
“What about La Martinere ? Aren’t they invited? Don’t tell me! You know how important their presence is!” – Sana winked. “Yes Yes! Ofcourse I know and they are coming too, need not worry. Just that I like seeing you taking interest in that ‘boys’ school.” – Amaira winked back!
These silly conversations, the fun in the air and a lot of hard work was witnessed past these days. The day finally arrived, Amaira and her friends were escorting the students of the respective schools towards their allotted rooms. Laughter, giggles and unstoppable chatting was constant. Amaira felt tired, her legs began paining. An exhausted
Amaira soon noticed a gang of boys proceeding towards the ground of the school. They all were tall, had their hair well set and looked perfect in their nice fitted uniforms. The blazer on them, added the hotness quotient too. For sure they were the La Martinere boys. While all the girls around were watching the boys from the tail of their
eyes, a tall and fair skinned boy came walking towards Amaira.
“Hi, are you the representative from the host school?” – the boy sounded confident and charming.
“Yes ! Yes and you are?” – She questioned him, her eyes twinkled!
“Am Rishav Agarwal the representative from La Martinere, could I have today’s schedule for the day? I have lost mine unfortunately.” Amaira without uttering a word handed him the sheet of the schedule. It was hard to remove her eyes from his dark browned eyes. Crushes happened instantly when it came to Amaira, which was nothing new but the urge of hearing him again and again would have struck her with love. She finally gained back her senses. He thanked her and marched back to his gang. Sana and Amaira’s gang noticed every moment of that interaction which just took place. Now Amaira was prepared for the pain which would be caused to her jaws while blushing.
Soon after the principal’s speech the fest began with the first event. After the events went well, lastly came up the debating event. Amaira was representing her school in the event. She looked calm and composed but was nervous inside. She was ready with all her facts, while going through them in her mind, she saw Rishav taking his seat
opposite her. Amaira suddenly felt the adrenaline flow through her faster. How would she manage to speak against him? Well actually against the motion. As he was seated with the people speaking ‘For the motion’ . The whole nerve impulse supplied to her brain was all going in vain. She was busy argumenting in her brain ‘Impress him and do
well for your school’ her mind spoke.
“Speaking for the motion from the next school is Rishav Agarwal representing La Martinere for boys” – announced the host. The applause grew louder this time.
“To begin with this topic I would like to quote my idol John Lennon……..” – Rishav started off with a bang. Amaira grew all the more nervous but then was highly impressed by the way he delivered his speech efficiently.
After Rishav finished it was Amaira’s tun to hit back. She proceed towards the mike and began
“I wouldn’t start off with a quote like its a monotonous aspect of debates…..” – Amaira was confident enough now. She got her facts right and turned out more confident than she expected to be. Rishav noticed that spark in her, he would give a naughtily smile each time Amaira proved her facts against the motion to be right!
Finally day one ends, with the debate.Rishav was hanging around in the ground with his friends, his eyes searching for Amaira. Soon she appeared from the hall. Amaira gave him a smile, trying hard not to show her flush red cheeks.
“Hi Amaira! You killed it on stage today!” – Rishav emerged “Thankyou so much! You were good too” – Amaira winked, thinking later was it right to do so.
“You spoke from the heart, your mind was calm and your brain charged up! I noticed you, You are great girl!” – Rishav loosened his watch on his wrist. Amaira was flattered, they both suddenly were stuck in a long eye contact. Amaira felt his stare was enchanting her. She had so much going on in her mind.
“Hey let’s catch up on whatsapp? I don’t share numbers with people but mine will be safe in your contact list what say?”- Rishav broke the silence and took out his phone. They exchanged numbers. Chatted for a long time and bid goodbye for the day. The third day had arrived soon, closing day for the fest. Rishav and Amaira become very good friends. Amaira could sense her feelings for him was growing into something as she knew it was Love!
They remained in contact even after the fest. They shared long night conversations, things she would write, songs he would love playing. Almost everything that happened between the two who were just at point of compensation of love. After a month, Amaira felt the need to confess her feelings, hesitance did reside in her but Rishav’s presence was now a necessity, she felt incomplete without him. On the day of his birthday, Amaira sent him a birthday note and also confessed in it her love. She felt relieved.
Rishav was too busy receiving calls and messages that night and so couldn’t check her message on facebook. Later when he saw it, he just responded with a ‘thankyou’. Giving no importance to her confession. Amaira did not receive any messages from him. It got harder each passing day. She would keep checking his ‘last seen’. He did come online but left no message for her. Her heartbeats were restless all the time. She did not fear of the rejection but only waited for his reply. What went wrong? Didn’t he feel anything for her? Was it a wrong move to confess? Such questions kept haunting her.
Later her phone vibrated and as soon as she checked her messenger, she saw a new message from Rishav.
Rishav’s message read as-
–‘Honestly, Amaira I have received propasals earlier too, but I have
never trusted this concept of love. Not that I have suffered from a
break up, just that I feel love might make us weak at some point of
life. I don’t want you to be my weakness, but my strength. I want your
presence to complete my attempts in life. Love shouldn’t be mentioned
to each other everyday but should be felt within. I want to be the
Nicholas Sparks in your life who sparks up your smile with his words.
Love shouldn’t take over any of our actions. Sorry for not replying to
you and keeping you glued to my last seen! I was having a debate
between my heart and my mind. Finally the heart won. Brain and mind
lost. You and me forever please?’
It all started from that one particular day and yes Amaira realized it was a right thing to happen and the love she laughed on, high fived her back in unison giving her the chance to write ‘Her’ story. Kolkata is the city where love stories are made like the everyday ‘chaa er cup’. Gives birth to thousand such innocent stories. No city
has such a big heart which shelters millions of heartbeats.
Kolkata will forever remain as a favourite novel to every ‘Kolkata baashi’.
Cover image source: K@sh / picssr.com
Wishes to capture every element of the city in her photography. Dreams to launch her book at Apeejay House.