Will You Come Back

By Divya Bhavana Didla

Every lover has a story to tell, a few with a painful ending and a few with a happy ending. Things may not go the same with all but everyone has their first love and it is the most precious thing for them and they carry it until their last breath. They may vanish, they may leave them or even not love them, but the time they spend with them is the most precious period in their life. Whatever might be love gives us hope to live, a memory to share and happiness that there is someone who belongs to us.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Crimson Sparrow
• Release date: Jun 19, 2017
• ISBN: 9781946072528

Divya Bhavana Didla

Divya was brought up by her mother, a single parent, whom she lost in 2012.Her mother worked in BSNL as a grade 1 DM officer. Divya completed her engineering (B.TECH) in IT. She earned a diploma in Digital Media and Animation. She worked as a 3D Animator for four years. Currently, she works as an Assistant Director in the Telugu Film Industry.

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Will You Come Back

By Divya Bhavana Didla

Published by Marfa House at Smashwords

Copyright 2017 Divya Bhavana Didla

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Will You Come Back

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This book is a work of fiction. With the exception of recognized historical figures, the characters in this novel are fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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ISBN: 978-1-946072-52-8

Acknowledgements

Thank you to all my friends and family for their support and encouragement in my writing endeavors.

Dedication

Dedicated to My beloved Mom, the late Donthimalla Lakshmi Bai.

Our home is breathless and my life is colorless without you. Days are passing without your love and care. Every night my pillow is wet with thoughts of you, and every day is a new hope that I will meet you again one day. Whatever might happen we are still a family... love you... miss you Mom.

Table of Contents

Acknowledgements

Dedication

Will You Come Back

About the Author

Will You Come Back

I waited for the flight to land, wishing what had happened yesterday was just a dream. The hostess offered me water without asking. I was not thirsty but took the offered bottle and had a sip. She stayed by my seat, flirting with me. Irritated, I replied politely and thank God she finally went away. Just as I turned my head, I saw a boy watching me and smiled at him. The little boy stared at me and I felt that he needed something. I moved forward a little to talk with him. He pointed his finger at me but I didn’t understand. He got up from his seat and came over to mine. Suddenly, I just opened my arms to hold him.

The child placed his hands on my cheek and said, Why are you are crying, Uncle? As tears rolled down my face, the little boy wiped my tears. Don’t worry, Uncle, everything is going to be fine.

His words gave me a little hope. After the plane landed, I got up and said sorry to the hostess for my behavior. I was an experienced traveler but this airport was new to me. I just followed the other passengers, without thinking, to the exit. I looked around for Raghu but I was unable to find him. I stood around for a while, hoping he might be searching for me. I finally took out my mobile to call him. As I switched it on, I got a message: Ceremony is beginning, I will try to stop it. Come quickly. from Raghu.

After seeing the message, I leaned on the pillar, with people milling all around me. My eyes were clouded and I couldn’t see straight. Suddenly I was in a taxi, turning into the church. Everyone was standing up and I saw a girl dressed in a bridal gown. She was facing the other side of the church and I moved toward her. She turned a little and it was my angel, she was stunningly gorgeous, like a painting of a goddess brought to life. I could stay here forever seeing her. I knew her eyes were searching for me, I called to her loudly and waved to her. She turned around. Her eyes were filled with tears and she was smiling, running toward me.

Suddenly a man walked in front of me as round as a globe, dressed in a brown uniform. He looked like a taxi driver. What the hell is happening? How dare he stand between us? I wanted to smash his face but he said, Sir, your taxi. Sir! You just waved, what is your destination?

I stepped back. I’m in the airport! I pulled myself together and told him the address. As I entered the cab I smelled perfume, the same perfume used by my love. I mentioned this to the driver.

I just dropped off some college girls, Sir, replied the driver.

*****

College… college days are the most memorable and best part of my life. Campus, lovable canteen, numerous bunks, lifetime friends and the love of my life; always wish I could bring those days back. When we were in college, she was always fighting with Raghu to sit beside me. Her favorite color is sea-green, she likes gardening and loves birds. She’s simple and smart; with sparkling eyes, a cute, pointed noise, and an attractive smile. I still remember whenever she wore a new dress, so many guys were watching her she used to count. It was a big topic at the canteen with other friends or whenever we got together to eat.

She liked to grab everyone’s attention, but her purity drew me toward her. My favorite color is white and I wanted to see her in it. I asked her so many times but she always avoided the subject, saying jokingly, I’ll wear white at our wedding, dear.

*****

‘What’s happening over there?’ I wondered. I wanted to call Raghu, but I was afraid I wouldn’t know how to face the situation. The cab just passed a pizza corner hub to hangout, her favorite spot from our college days.

*****

We would go to the pizza corner every day, even though it was a long drive from campus. We’d go so far that my back would ache. There was a closer place that was the same. It irritated me sometimes, why couldn’t we go to the closer