It was 2018. I was 19 years old—shy, innocent, a typical padhaku baccha who rarely even looked into a girl’s eyes. I was in the second year of college when a childhood friend came to my house and told me that his neighbor was looking for a chemistry tutor for her daughter in Class 12. I used to teach some boys before, but I had never taught a girl. I hesitated, but agreed. For the first month, everything felt normal. I was focused on my teaching. But after a few sessions, she started doing strange things—subtle touches with her bare feet, lingering physical closeness. I ignored it at first, trying to stay professional. When I told my friend about it, he casually said, "Abhay, grab the opportunity. She’s probably hungry." I didn’t understand what he meant then. Then one day, out of nowhere, she looked at me and asked, "Are you gay?" I was stunned. "What? No!" I replied, confused. She giggled and later sent me gay memes on Facebook. I felt humiliated. ...
I think it is due to the attachment and unfulfilled expectations. Everyone deserves to be loved and to be happy. But it really pains if you love someone so truly from the bottom of your heart and it goes unrequited. You will never completely move on if you ever truly loved her, but you will have to start living with it. Memories don't hurt. Love doesn't hurt. It is the attachment that hurts. It is the expectation that hurts. It is the imagined future that is now broken that hurts. When we lose someone that we love so truly and they walk out of your life for some reason, it hurts. This doesn't mean memories will haunt us. It is the collapsed future that hurts us. Living in the past with the ones we love brings us tears, not because that is lost, but because there was something that could have been forever, but it isn't now. That hurts. That stings and we tend to associate it with good memories. Sometimes we love people more than the memories they gave us. We fall for the...