As I walk on the white sand, beside the shore, the towering waves produced quivering sounds, gathered all the marathon catastrophic and shattering tales of my life, and I was grieved with the pain and agony, so intense that it filled my eyes with flowing pearls.

It was a moment, when reality seemed to crush somewhere, and fantasy overtook the periphery, to the land of dreams and mist of pain, yet so miserable and gloomy.

It was a winter evening. A day when, I had the sense of achievement covered all my being. I took my overcoat on and steeped out of the “New York music center”. My session ended and I gained my degree in advance music from the top institution in States.

 Walking through the streets of New York, I passed people, whom I once use to have an aversion with, because they always dishonored and humiliated my strength, thinking that I being alone, a young girl will not be able to survive alone in this world, now share my joy. As I was walking on the clouds a pleasant smile on my face and my arms wrap my notes and proof of what I am, everything seemed so splendid and suddenly I was there on earth. “Oh God! What on earth hit me?” was my expression and suddenly a young handsome guy, six feet 3 inch approximately, sharp eyes and black jet hair gave me a hand, and took me to a bench, on a side. “What’s wrong?” he asked, “I don’t know!” was my remark, while I was rubbing my forehead and intensifying my eyes out. “You hit the pole, no wonder how you missed it out, it’s so damn huge!” he exclaimed. “My! I have no idea, maybe …. I was …….. Aaghh … nothing!” I said.

“Would you like to have a cup of coffee, it will revive you.” He said. “No, its okay I’ll walk now, thanks for the help, anyways” I said those words but I felt that I drawn towards him, something in his eyes, in his voice, something cunning and calling out for me. “If you want to thank, then I’ll insist to have a cup of coffee the shop’s just a road across, wont take long and it’s too cold, I bet you’ll feel fine.” “Okay, if you insist!”

I never knew what nemesis had in store for me. From that day onwards I fell under the spell of that gentleman. He valued my thoughts and helped me with my music, which was greatest passion, he buoyant my efforts and I blossomed everyday with new outcomes. Soon I realized that I had started liking that person more than I illustrate and more than my will. There was a force, a mysterious force that made me wonder about him. Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks and months passed. Our relation became somewhat so strong that I no more felt yearn for anyone else in my life. My isolation was vanished and I forgot what it was like to cry, and what I was like to curse myself: my life and others. It was something about the way he looks at me, or at times I could feel the way he responses to me that was so breath taking and sometimes even when he tenderly touches my hand or gives a warm hug, that all in a way proved he loved me. There was some sort of magic when he was around, I felt so comfortable and at ease. I, deep in my heart knew that I loved him so much. Things were moving so perfect. Each day bought a new pleasant experience in my life. Finally I gained the courage and cast out my feeling for him, to my surprise he respond in a constructive mode. I was in love, I never thought of it, me, a person who, use to turn a deaf ear when ever the word love lingered around now claiming that she’s engulfed by love. Each phrase I read, took my mind to his thoughts, as once someone pointed out, “LOVE rhymes only with the heavens above” and I could strongly feel the heavens around. I would daydream about him and thought of everything linked with him and myself and I feet proud and honored. It was as if my prayers have been answered and I have finally got my true love, I was the Cinderella, which every girl is not, and I have the prince charming for my, dropped on my way like a falling snow.

We planned to marry. We planned of everything that will come through our lives and promised to tangle with them like one thick rope. We made all the preparations. I was delighted and thrilled. I could not wait for the true moment to arrive in my life. And finally that day came when I was dressed in my wedding gown, a perfect bride; I titled myself, for a perfect groom. It was that moment which took me in awe from then till now. He left me! He left me on they day when my dreams where on the last step of becoming the reality. I was broke. Truth reveled to me like a dagger moving down my heart. He took the fortune my dead parents had left me with and married another girl with whom he was involved for past two years. He played with my sentiments, and left me with the bottomless puddle of memories. I was drowned, so helplessly I cried and mourned at a loss that was there under hidden covers and I could not spot it. It was love at first sigh which made my wisdom drain through my hands as I fill the white sand in them.