For a long time now, I have been wanting to write this story - the story of Shruti*. Now, Shruti is a dear friend and whatever I write about her here are true life experiences and since I have had access to her diaries and her text messages and her emails, all conversations in the story are real and authentic.
It is a pretty long story - an experience of a lifetime within a span of 6 months - a plethora of feelings compressed into mere words. Since it is going to take up so much time and spac, I intend to write it in parts - episodes, I would like to say, but I am not sure if they would be of equal length.
I don't know how much justice I can do to the story. I don't know if my language is good enough to put all her feelings into words. I am sure if someone else writes this, it could be better. But I was the one who understood her and I guess that is why I am writing this instead of conveying the story to someone else and getting it written by them. I guess I have understood her emotions like no one else and hence pray to God that I should be able to do justice to it.
I have tentatively titled the story as "Rising in love..." (as opposed to falling in love, because no one call ever "fall" in love. They can only rise, and rise as a better person!)
*Name changed on request