Love and only love

Love and only love
Sunhara Nagar: The village where the river of love flowed.

The story of Sunhara Nagar, nestled in the lap of the mountains, begins. The air here had the fragrance of roses, the river water had the shine of silver, and people had respect for each other in their hearts. There was an old banyan tree named "Prem Vat" in the middle of the village. It was said that if a couple sat under its shade and made a wish, their love would become immortal forever. The people of the village believed that the seeds of love were hidden in the soil here, which make every relationship flourish.

Meera was that girl of Sunhara Nagar, whose voice would make even the birds fall silent. Her father used to cultivate wheat, and her mother used to spin yarn and weave clothes. Meera's favorite time was to sit on the river bank and sing songs with the first rays of the morning. Her songs contained the simplicity of nature and the depths of the heart. One day she dreamed that she would win the hearts of people with her voice in the big city, but due to family responsibilities she buried this dream in her heart. Still, the sparkle of music in her eyes never dimmed.
Arjun was a youth of the village, who had the magic of colors in his hands. His father died in his childhood, and his mother raised him by working as a laborer. Arjun, who grew up in poverty, became a companion of nature. He would climb mountains, make colors from leaves, and express his feelings through pictures carved on rocks. His dream was to show the world that art is not the language of money, but of emotions. One day he saw Meera singing on the river bank. Her sweet voice and smile fascinated him so much that he secretly painted her picture. That picture remained hidden in his diary, just as his heart was also hidden in Meera's love.
There was a Holi fair in the golden city. There was a shower of colors all around, the beat of the dholak, and the smell of sweets. Meera was singing a traditional song on the stage, .. Basanti hawa chhu gayi man ka taar.. Arjun was standing in the crowd watching her. There was so much sweetness in her voice that without thinking he took out his diary and started drawing her picture. As soon as the song ended, Meera asked Arjun after seeing her picture, how can this be me? I am so ordinary. Arjun smiled and said, beauty is not what the eyes see, it is what the heart feels.

After that day, their meetings started increasing. They would meet in the morning on the hills, in the evening they would sit on the river bank and share stories of their dreams. Meera taught Arjun songs, and Arjun taught her to express her heart through colours. Gradually a deep bond developed between them—which needed neither words nor promises.

One day Meera's father came to know that she was meeting Arjun. He said angrily, what will this poor painter give you? He cannot fill your stomach by selling his paintings. Meera replied with tears in her eyes, father, love is not grain that can be weighed. She is a flower that blooms without being asked for.
At the same time, Arjun's mother also expressed concern, son, this girl is from the village. You want to go to the city and earn a name. How will you get along? Arjun firmly said, mother, where there is love, the path is made on its own.

Both their families stopped them from meeting, but Meera and Arjun's love continued to flourish even secretly. They would meet in the dark of the night in the moonlight, and express their feelings through letters.

One terrible monsoon night, the river overflowed. Floodwater began to enter the village. Meera's younger brother Rahul, who was playing on the river bank, was suddenly swept away by the current. Hearing his screams, Arjun reached there. Without wasting a moment, he threw himself into the dangerous waves. The force of the water was so strong that Arjun had to pull Rahul to the shore, hitting the rocks. After delivering the child safely, Arjun's foot hit a sharp rock. Covered in blood, he fell unconscious. When Meera and her family reached there, they were greeted with a scene—Arjun was lying unconscious, and Rahul was safe in her arms. Meera's mother put her hand on Arjun's head and said crying, you have proved that love is not just words, but action. Arjun's mother hugged Meera and said, you are the only one who can give true happiness to my son.

After that incident, both the families accepted Meera and Arjun's relationship. On the morning of the wedding, the villagers prayed for them under the "Prem Vat". Meera wore a red chunari, and Arjun made a rose with colors in her hand.

Today they have a small shop in Sunhare Nagar—"Sur aur Rang". Here Meera teaches music to children, and Arjun teaches them painting. It is written outside the shop, "Here love is not sold, but shared."

One evening, when both were sitting on the hill, Meera asked, "Have you ever regretted it?" Arjun, while drawing a picture on her palm with the last rays of the sun, said, the day I found my colours in your voice, I came to know that love is the real art.

Love never asks for wealth... it speaks the language of loyalty.

Love never counts distances... it connects hearts.

And the most important thing- love is the soil that heals every wound.