Day Of Diya -4

Story Of Mine -4

A Journey of Love, Rain, and Resilience

I am Luna, a girl who feels the world in ways many people often ignore. The smallest acts of kindness can comfort me, while little troubles can deeply wound me because I care too much. I see people's pain in their eyes, and though some may call it a weakness, I see it as my strength. My sensitivity makes me human. Others might mock or underestimate me, but I don’t regret feeling so deeply.

Siva, my love, once did the same. He cried one day, saying, "Why did this happen to you, Luna? I hurt you with my words, and I feel so sorry for that." His voice cracked with remorse, and tears welled up in his eyes. He looked at me with such sincerity and said, "You’re not unlucky. You’re the luckiest girl in the world. Don’t underestimate yourself. I’m always with you." At that moment, my heart swelled. His words filled me with a joy I had never known before. For the first time, he truly understood me.

One rainy day, we decided to visit our teacher. It was pouring when we left, and the two of us got drenched on the way. It was an unfamiliar yet delightful feeling to be soaked together, sharing such a simple moment. Suddenly, Siva stopped the bike. Confused, I asked, "Why did you stop?" He grinned and said, "You should get down first and stand without getting wet."

But instead, I started dancing in the rain, feeling pure joy. I turned to see him watching me. His eyes were fixed on me, his lips curled into a small smile, almost like a scene from a magazine. His gaze was intense, unblinking, as if time had stopped. He whispered, "You are so beautiful." I felt a blush rise to my cheeks, and I stopped dancing, teasing him for his compliment.

He playfully stepped closer, nudging me mischievously. I lost my balance and fell, headfirst into the wet ground. Siva laughed heartily, teasing me, but I didn’t feel any anger. Instead, I laughed along with him, feeling happier than ever. We spent the rest of the day talking and sharing gossip, but soon, our straightforward personalities led to an argument. We often clashed like this—me, too direct, and him, often temperamental.

The argument escalated, and in his frustration, Siva suddenly blurted, "I don’t want you anymore. Let’s break up." His words stung, but I was too angry to react, so I simply said, "Okay." But as an hour passed, I felt a deep emptiness, as if something was missing. Yet, I stubbornly ignored it.

Thirty-six hours went by, and he didn’t speak to me. This wasn’t like our usual fights. We had broken up a thousand times before, but Siva would always come back. Not this time. I listened to breakup songs, unable to sleep without hearing his rugged, mesmerizing voice. I missed it so much. It was as though I was addicted to him in every way.

But after those long 36 hours, he came back. Both of us said sorry, realizing we couldn’t live without each other. Despite our differences—me being loud and outspoken, and him preferring peace and quiet—we were each other's home. I once told him, "My love for you is like a mirror. You can break it into a million pieces, but when you look closely, you’re still in it." And that’s how I feel. No matter the situation, I can never hate him because he is my precious one.

We both faced academic struggles together. We attempted the NEET exam three times. The first time, we just passed. The second time, he missed a seat in medical school by five marks. He was crushed and lost interest in continuing, but I encouraged him to try again. We decided to join a NEET academy in Salem, staying in a hostel to study. However, my health took a turn, and I ended up in the hospital. So, we returned to Tenkasi, and I missed my chance at a medical seat. Siva, as always, comforted me, saying, "Believe that time changes everything."

Now, I’m waiting for Siddha counseling, while Siva has joined a college in Chennai. We’re in a long-distance relationship, and I miss him more than words can say. I couldn’t even fill a simple form before, but now I’m writing stories, all because of him. He taught me everything, and he always reminds me, "You won’t just get love from me, Luna. You’ll get a dream."

This is our story—one filled with love, pain, laughter, and hope. My sisters cheer me on, always telling me how wonderful my stories are. They are my other source of courage. In life, someone will always push you to be your best, whether they’re close to you or someone you barely know.

Thank you for reading my story.