Right person

He had decorated the house made of ice cream sticks with seven colors, adding numerous artificial flowers and beautiful lights. One evening, he gave me that glittering house and said, "I want to spend my life with you in such a beautiful house." His eyes were filled with tears, and a smile was on his face. It felt like I was frozen in ice. I felt like hugging him and telling him, "Yes, I want to be with him, I want to walk this journey of life holding his hand." But the moment he told me all this that evening, I came to him after enduring the worst time of my life. I couldn't hug him even if I wanted to. I couldn't hold his hand even if I wanted to. I couldn't tell him, "Yes, I love you." I couldn't say that to him, but I just had to tell him, "You're just a friend to me and nothing more. There's no place for you in my heart." My hands and legs were shaking as I said this, and I left, taking the house he had given me made of ice cream sticks. I went home and packed my things with my mother. We were to leave the next morning on a flight to another country. I didn't even look back at him. I regretted it deeply. Filled with regret and grief, I left this country. He tried to contact me several times, and even contacted my friends, but I was determined not to tell them anything about myself. I knew my behavior would hurt him deeply. I had broken his heart, but it was more important for his happiness than mine. Once there, I went to the hospital with my mother to fight a disease that could either kill me or save me. I had given up hope that I would survive, but it took me three or four months to fight it. I won. I wasn't the same, but I was alive. When I regained consciousness, my mother was gone. I was cared for only by a few hospital staff and a stranger. I asked them where my mother was. They said, "Get well, then we'll go see her." That stranger always took care of me—my medicines, my food, everything. But my mother never came to see me even for a single day. After much questioning, I learned that when I had my operation and was unconscious, she had gone out to get my medicines and died in an accident. The one who told me all this was Raghav, the son of a friend of my mother's who lived here. After recovering, I was discharged from the hospital, and now I had to return to my country. I had lost everything in this country, and before coming here, I had also lost the one person who was special to me. He loved me very much. I don't know how he is now or where he is. Cursing my bad luck, I just wanted to leave this country. I returned to my city with my mother's friend's son. He had promised my mother he would take care of me. He came with me too. He took great care of me, even more than he cared for himself. I never understood why, or maybe I just didn't want to. Upon returning to my city, I wanted to meet the man who had made those beautiful ice cream stick houses for me. I wanted to tell him everything, but I didn't know where he was now. He had left his home and his city. Seeing my yearning and my obsession with finding him, Raghav also became upset. Sometimes relationships become complicated, leading to many regrets. Now this life was becoming a burden for me because I was bothering so many people. I searched for him in various parts of the city and asked friends, but he was nowhere to be found. Back home, I cried a lot. I was crying loudly. Seeing me cry, Raghav became upset. He hugged me and promised to help me. His hands were shaking. Raghav and I had searched for him for months, and one day, I found him. I had thought that the day I saw him, I would run and hug him. But for some reason, seeing him right there in front of me, I didn't feel like hugging him. I went up to him and asked with a smile, "How are you?" He replied, "I'm fine. I just came here for some work. I don't live in this city anymore." His answer confused me, or maybe it just didn't matter. Then he asked me why I'd left this city, and I told him everything about myself. He asked me how I was now and if I was living in the same house. I told him, "Yes, I'm fine, and I'm staying at my mother's house." I said, and I fell silent. His phone rang, and he told me he had to go. He would leave this city tomorrow morning. I don't know why. It seemed as if his words held no meaning for me. Whatever I had seen four-five months ago, everything seemed blurred in these months. He was passing in front of my eyes and I was just standing there watching him go. Then Raghav came to me and asked me what happened. Seeing Raghav, my eyes closed and I hugged him and started crying. I had no answer. We reached home. Raghav told me that he had received a call from his home."I too have to go back to my country. What are you thinking?" I said, "I don't know, but you must go. It's important for you to go too." The next day, Raghav had his ticket, ready to leave. He was leaving the house with his luggage. I don't know why, but his departure was affecting me. Seeing him in the car, I ran over and told him to get out. As soon as he got out, I hugged him and said simply, "Don't go. I'm used to being with you now." Saying this, I cried a lot. That stranger was no longer a stranger to me. He had become the most beautiful part of my life. That day, I realized that we always get what is meant for us. Whatever the reason, I don't know if Raghav was chosen for me by my mother or by my destiny, but he is the right person for me. Seeing life's joys, sorrows, and ups and downs with him had made me stronger......!!