Arjun and Anjali were in the same
college. Adolescence is an interesting face of life. Guys get to learn many new
things and girls start getting undue attention, particularly from the senior
guys. Well some smart girls also make their first boyfriend. Arjun had a crush
on Anjali. He had even expressed his love to Anjali many times, but she was not
interested neither in Arjun nor in any other guy. She was matured enough to
think beyond love and wanted to concentrate more on her studies. Gradually Arjun
was getting obessed with Anjali. He wanted to win her heart at any cost, but he
didn’t know how? Some of his friends had tried to help him. His best friends named
Ajay played a mediator role and exchanged messages between them. But Anjali was
not at all interested. Arjun was getting crazy and his condition was becoming
miserable day by day. Anjali’s thoughts and images kept occupying his mind.
Then one day, out of the blue Arjun had an idea. He thought to write a love
letter to Anjali. Well, not an ordinary one, but love word written with letters
of dripping blood, his own blood.
It was the middle of the night and Arjun
was pretending to sleep. His parents were already asleep in the next room. Arjun
calmly got down from his bed and started to walk toward the store room and
searching for the tool box. He picked a cutter and stare at its extremely sharp
edge. Arjun wanted to cut his skin to get some blood. He placed a small cup on
the table to collect his vital fluids. He was little confused with where he
should cut? Lost in his thoughts, he was very anxious and also very scared. He
was sunk in an ocean of emotions. Even though Arjun distracted by annoying mosquito
sounds and their bites, but those tiny irritating creatures couldn’t take away
the feelings he had that moment. Arjun tried to be calm as he feared his
parents might wake up. It was long night for him, but he was successful in his
mission. He managed to express his heart in a couple of lines, written entirely
in blood.
The next day on his friend passed
his note to Anjali. The guy had conveyed to her that Arjun had written it with
his blood. Anjali read those beautiful words. She took the letter close to her
nose and inhaled a cloud of air making a loud sniffing sound. She smelled blood
and become very emotional. She looked at Arjun and their eyes met. Anjali didn’t
know what to do and she was on the verge of crying. Anjali hadn’t spoken to Arjun
for the last few months and now she wanted to talk to him. She became very
emotional for Arjun, but she was still hesitating to talk to him directly.
During lunch break she talked to Arjun’s best friend Ajay. And Anjali said to
him that she was very disturbed.
“Why Arjun had to do this?” I’m
feeling so guilty. I was always rude to him. He loves me so much, he had cut
his finger to write me”, said Anjali and tears streamed down her cheeks.
On seeing her condition Ajay felt
very bad and said, Anjali,’ I have to tell you something. Actually, last night Arjun
had seriously thought to cut his finger and take out sufficient amount of blood
to write a long letter to you. But he was scared to hell. He tried his best,
but couldn’t dare to cut his finger. He then came up with an idea. During these
monsoon days, Arjun’s house is usually a shelter for mosquitoes and they use to
suck his blood all the time. Last night he had killed about 15-20 mosquitoes
with his hands, all of them were healthy and loaded with fresh human blood. Arjun
somehow managed to write; a couple of lines using those mosquitoes blood’.
PS: This is a true story, but the names of the characters have
been changed.
