It's Feb 24.Our girl's turning 18 today. She was very bright in her studies and was well admired by her classmates of an all girls school.

It's Feb. That means exams are on doorsteps. Our girl has already woken up earlier than the sun. She never put her phone beside her study table while studying. But today........ She has been staring at her phone every five minutes as if someone had promised her to give her a call. But there was not even a text message for her. Suddenly there came a beep sound. She took it like her eyes would pop out. 'Happy b-day dear'. It was from her best friend. She just ignored it as if she was not the one our girl was expecting.

Actually she was never really interested in birthday wishes from her family and friends. She just considered it as nothing worthwhile.

This year she was turning 18 , so her mom had asked her what she wanted as a present befoehand. She stopped her mother from buying any kind of present because she believed there was nothing special in having a b-day gift every year. She never even answered any phone calls from friends that day saying it was irritating to hear the same words a number of times.

But even though she thought this way, there was an exception. She would always expect a phone call, or even a text message on this day of every year and the day would just end without receiving the call she was expecting the whole day.

It was like this for the past eight years. But there was not even a single day that she didn't think about the one from whom she was expecting the call. She never failed in waiting for that voice. But the voice never took an effort to reach her ears. She never even changed the number. When she got a new phone, she continued to use her mother's number and it was her mother that used the new number. She hoped that the one she was wholeheartedly will definitely call her someday. So she never dated to have a new number.

With great disappointment as usual on every b-day she went to her bed. She just stared at the roof lying on her back. Even though she could see the starry sky through the window, she felt her sky was clouded and was expecting a thunderstorm soon.

Even today she clearly remember the face of that 12 year old boy from eight years back. She had cried her heart out when she was forced to let go off the hands of that boy who was holding her little hands. She don't know when she started waiting for him. It was not love at first sight. But she like's to believe it that she started waiting for him from that day*..... She didn't realize back then the waiting actually means the beginning of her unrequited love for him.

She sighed,' It's already eight years since I met him......He is turning 22 this year. Has he already forgotten me?????'

*remember the bold words..

Alarm was ringing. It's already five in the morning. She don't remember when she fell asleep. It was a quiet sleep. There were no haunting dreams and no sweet ones either. Actually it was just the sleeping hours which never reminded her of him. She just started her day as usual. Don't be mistaken that our girl is always sad. She is very pleasant all the time. It's just that her longing to see him makes her feel incomplete from inside.

She was on the bus to school. Buses are very crowded. She struggled to find a corner to stand. She took her phone. She opened her Facebook page. She typed the letter A in the search page. There was only one name in her search history which appeared right after typing A. She clicked on it and fb page of a handsome boy appeared pop up. Yes it is him. She never sent him a friends request. He neither. But she checks regularly whether he have any updates. Yes today there is one. His new pic... Her eyes just glistened,'He looks as cool as ever'. She felt seeing his smile made her day. She just felt so happy seeing him. even if it's his photo. It's very rare that he posts his photo these days. Our girl never posts a photo anywhere. Even she started a Facebook account so that she can see his updates. She was just weird among the girls of her age. Isn't she???

The school bell was ringing. Teacher entered the class and called the nominal rolls. It was an English hour. The lesson for today is an essay which was pretty boring. She just stared at teacher for a while and dozzed off.

It was a room with beautiful curtains, but it was designed according to the taste of a boy. There were two kids in room. A boy and a shorter girl. They were playing together and they were really happy and both had big smiles on their faces. ' I'll marry you in the future so that we can always play together like this ',the boy said. 'I'll always follow you, brother' , the little girl smiled at him. She suddenly landed a small peck on her sweet lips.

She suddenly woke up from her sleep. The bell was ringing and teacher was leaving the class. She couldn't understand anything around her for a moment. She just looked at the whole class. All the students were talking to each other as usual. After a while she came to her senses. 'Oh!!! It was a dream. But why now? All of a sudden? It's the first time since last eight years that I dreamed about him? And why particularly that day of all others? Do I miss him that much? I might be going crazy...' she thought to herself.

It's already evening. She had reached her home. She was thinking about her dream today. She took her phone. Even though she could have contacted him, she never tried to reach him even once. She always waited for him to call her. But no reaction from both sides. She took her contact list. She typed on the search box ' m' . She clicked on the contact name ' mine❤️'. "Shall I call him???..."

It's Feb 24 of 1999. A nurse is walking out of the labour room holding a baby girl. Yes, it's our girl. Her father received her small body. He felt that heaven descended on him. He felt like holding an angel. Tears rolled down because of happiness.

He felt someone poking him from behind. He looked back. There was no one at first, but after he saw a little boy looking at him eager to see the baby. 'Oh it's our Alen. Did you come to see baby.' Father stood on his knees so that the boy could see the baby. He drew closer to the boy. Little Alen reached out his hands and touched the baby's cheek. 'Uncle, look she is smiling. She is very pretty, just like an angel.'

'Do you like her?' her father asked. Alen nodded his head.

'Then take good care of her in the future..... What should we call her?Have you thought of a name?'

'Yes, let's call her Dew. She is looking as pure as dew '.

Yes our girl's name is Dew. She never know that she was named by Alen, the boy of her dreams.

Now let me tell you some pieces from her childhood.

Dew was sleeping soundly in her cradle. Alen tiptoed to the cradle and was peeping at her.

'Alen, what's there?' Dew's mom.

'Aunty, I was looking at dew. When will she be able to walk around ? I want to play with her.'

'Wait a little more dear. She will in a few months.'

.......

Now she is able to walk.

'Brother Alen wait for me...let Dew catch up with you...'She stumbled down. Alen came running and he lifted her and gave her a piggyback ride.

......

'Mommy, today I'll sleep with brother Alen in his house. I want to play with him all night.'

Mother,' Did you ask for aunty's permission?'

'Yes , I did'

'Don't make any trouble there.'

She ran holding his hands .

......

' Brother Alen, will you find me if I went missing.'

' Yes, who else will I play with if you're not here.'

......

It's finally that day. The day which made Dew fall in love with him according to her, the day Alen kissed her, but also the unfortunate day they were separated. She was playing with Alen in the courtyard. Her mother came and pulled little dew to her side and walked away. Alen didn't let go of her other hand. He ran after them without letting go. But Alen was stopped by his mother and he had to let go of her hand. Both of them cried a lot that day. Both of them stared at each other until the their vision was blocked.

That is how they got separated. Dew still don't why her family suddenly had to move away. Why she was not able contact him any more. Why her parents never talked about his family anymore. She was pretty sure that though their families were not related by blood. Both families shared deeper bond which was not even visible between blood lines. She never asked her parents about the boy or his family again. Why? She knew there was something. She never dared to start a talk about chapter that her parents had already closed.

Will there be a day when the time will open the book of truth and clarify all that was lost during past years....

Hope it will.....