Immortal Love

Lost in thoughts he was observing and feeling the pleasant cold weather which was evident of the frankness of the land. Mountain tops which wore white caps of snow. The running water of the sea which had a rhythm of its own. The air was filled with a familiar fragrance. The whole setup was mesmerizing and soothing. There he was still absorbed in his imaginations. The place was his inspiration to write his poetry. He had an amazing art to pen down the beauty of the nature. He was the only person in the whole area who could compose poetry in his native language and he also learnt Persian. He was a man with knowledge and generosity with a sincere and loving nature. His name was Khalifa Rehmat Jan Malang, but people called him Malang which was according to his nature. Lost In his own world.
It took long for him to realize that he had been there for about three hours. He had got lots of work to do and that day he was supposed to go to the nearby village and which took him an hour to reach on foot. He finished his work as soon as possible because he had to reach his home to complete his poem. He honored his art of writing. He was about to leave the village when a group of girls appeared having pots in their hands among them she appeared dressed simply in a blue shalwar kameez. Her female friends called her Yourmas. They were up to fetch water from the river. They were talking to each other and laughing. Malang eyes were freeze on Yourmas.
She was beautiful and elegant rather shy and simple. Anyone could fall in love with her. The group of girls spotted Malang looking at yourmas with an eye of praise. They hurried on their way back and Malang was left wondering about what he saw. After several minutes he helped himself to move and go back to his village. He could not stop thinking about her. He was in Love. That was rather a strange and beautiful feeling for him. He was desperate to tell her about his emotions, but he didn’t had the courage to make it out.
He started going to her village more often. He didn’t saw her always but rarely. But he got a mental peace when he was there, and he always returned blissfully. He said he could feel her fragrance in the air. Due to his usual visits the people started noticing him. Soon the fact was disclosed to the people of the village that he loved one of the girls of the village and that was Yourmas. Rumors spread that they loved each other which badly affected the image of yourmas in the village. She was innocent and had nothing to do with this all. Malang came to her rescue and deliberately said that his love is pure for Yourmas and there is no relation between them and it’s only the one-sided love. Malang didn’t wanted
all this to happen. He was saddened over all this and stopped going to her village. He missed her and wrote poems for her. Their lives changed greatly.
His love for Yourmas was put to a test when he went to a gathering in her village. There were piles of breads made by the women of the village. One of the bread was made by yourmas. Malang was asked to pick the bread yourmas made. He comfortably went near the pile of breads and there were hundreds of them. After a while he picked one and showed to the people that my beloved one has made this bread. The people were damn surprised that he was right and he passed the test. He was then known for his devotion to yourmas.
Yourmas came from a strict family background and did not had permission to engage in any social activity, love was rather a far impossibility. She also had a soft corner for Malang in her heart but could never dare to reveal due to the fear of her family.
Days went by and the sentiments of both grew stronger for one another. They never ever got to talk to each other. They didn’t needed any medium of communication. Their hearts were rather connected to each other
 One fine day Malang was busy doing some work when a friend of him came and revealed the bad news to him that his love of life Yourmas was going to get married in a few days. It was the hardest blow to his mind. He lost control and cried his heart out. Everything happened so fast that nor he neither Yourmas could do anything. Soon she got married and moved to another village. For Malang everything was finished his hopes his liveliness. He lost the most precious thing of his life. The people pitied his situation.
There was a hill top in his village from where the new residence village of yourmas could be seen. He always went there and stood freeze looking at that place and he envied the fate of the place to have his loved one there. He said he could feel her fragrance and could feel that she also missed him. He never loved again or married anyone. He dedicated him life to yourmas. Till his death he praised and worshipped her.