Once upon a time, I had been fallen in love with a girl who had curved nose. I was proud about her, thinking that apart from her there was no girl in the whole world who had curved nose. The curving of her nose caused me a great attraction to her.
Having left me in the ocean of grief, she got married to the boy, one of my friends, whom she loved. Since they have been married a long time have passed away. However, two months ago, I came with a chance of meeting her. Her husband was very sick to get admission in a hospital. I, accompanied by a friend, went to the hospital cabin rented by them really to see her, but pretending to console her sick husband, also my college friend, in his plight. When I entered the cabin, she was in the bathroom showering herself. Having perceived she was not in the room, I felt distress because I thought if not today, I would not get any further chance to see her in near future.
As I was talking, sitting upon a chair, with her husband lying down on the patient bed and her father in law and mother in law sitting upon a sofa, she suddenly came out of the bathroom and addressed me, “Hi, how are you?” saying “fine,” I squinted at her face. In my great astonishment, I noticed that her nose were no longer curved and perceived that the attraction to her almost totally erased from my heart.
Some days later, I shared the matter with a friend. She told me that perhaps the girl had her nose done some medical treatment or operation to get it straight. I couldn’t believe it completely and felt the matter so much obscure. So I decided to inquire her some photographs taken long ago or when I had been fallen in love with her. Now the question was where I would get her photographs of those days. Suddenly, through a friend I came to know that she had a Facebook account. Then I searched for her account in the online and very easily got it. Fortunately, there were some of her photographs of those days in her profile. I scrutinized those photographs very carefully, but I couldn’t find her nose curved in any of those photographs. In every photograph her nose was as straight as was on the day I last saw her in the hospital.
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Thanks everybody for your excellent comments.
The writer seems to be a SYMPATHISER, always want to find someone whom he/she sympathise, (in a way psychologically fall in love).
This is just an psychological opinion, may be wrong.
Maybe she never ever had that curved nose. Who knows it was all illusion.