Love as a Crime

Is loving someone a crime? According to the traditions of India, loving someone before marriage is the biggest crime a person can commit. According to my customs and heritage, am I to be considered an outcast? Have I committed a crime to bring shame to my family because I had followed my heart? Has the girl I loved brought ignominy to her family? Are our families to be considered outcasts? Does a person's family decide the character of the child? These are just few of the questions I had thought of after the girl I loved decided to break up with me. I don't think I have committed a crime, I have followed my heart where now the only thing I need to do now is to never fall in love. Falling in love is the biggest mistake any person can make in their life.

According to modern culture and ideology all this may all seem to be whimsical. I grew up where my parents had always thought me to have an open mind about everything. But when parents become hypocrites of their own words and teachings, it makes a person doubt one's trust in their parents.

My relationship started with the truth and ended with a lie. I had met her at a wedding. I wanted to know her so I began to talk to her. At first we were acquaintances, then we became friends for a short while, and later we (may be I should say "I") had fallen in love. During the time that I had started to know her, I had also established a friendship with her brother. When we saw each other, we had always exchanged greetings and talked a little bit. I made excuses to meet his brother, when in reality; I just wanted to see her. For three years I continued to do this. When she learned to use email, I got her email address, and I emailed her. For two weeks we had emailed each other back and forth. I was always afraid to tell her what I felt. But she knew that I liked her from what I wrote to her. She couldn't wait anymore for me, so she just told me that she loved me. Then I had done the same. Emailing each other and staying in touch with each other had made us a little bit closer than we were before. Thus we were able to tell each other how we felt about each other.

Whenever I saw her, we had always tried to talk whenever we had the chance. I had always tried to help her whenever I had a chance. Throughout our meetings, we had developed a friendship. We developed a friendship from acquaintanceship.

In our emails to each other, we had shared each other's dreams. In one of her emails, she wrote to me that, she wanted to see me. I went to see her at her house (of course as an excuse to meet her brother). When I went to her house on Christmas. I couldn't stop looking at her. She looked more beautiful than I had ever seen her before. Maybe it was because I knew how she felt about me. But seeing the expression of love on her face for me brought even more beauty to her. I had always thought of her as the beauty of my dreams. But seeing her on that day made me feel as the sun had shined on her and given her all the beauty, which it brings to this world.

In our exchanges of emails, we were able to share our thoughts and dreams. But quickly, that all came to an end. She was caught emailing me and never again emailed me. I tried many times to get in touch with her, but she knew that I would be stubborn and call, so she never picked up. What started with a relationship of truth ended quickly with a simple lie saying how she never liked me in the first place.

What had begun on December 22, 1999 with an email sharing each other’s feelings had ended on December 27. 1999. When her sister caught her writing an email to me, she had stopped writing to me. I emailed her