Sweetness of Love- Part 1

The sky was perfect blue. There was not a single cloud. It was perfect day for a good jog. Sameer jogged. He wasn't distracted by cold wind that momentarily passed him. He was only focused on beating his target. He had finished one lap. One more to go.

He passed the familiar parks and people. He didn't stop to greet them. He never liked meeting people nowadays. He now enjoyed being alone. Yes there were times when he thought about her, but then he would engross himself into lot of work. It was strange. He avoided memories and thoughts about her. After so many years, he wasn't able to forget her.

Why did he think about her on this nearly perfect day? He didn't want to ruin his day by thinking unpleasant. He jogged back home after finishing  his last lap. He rested for few minutes and had his juice.. as usual unsweetened orange juice. He hated bitter edible items few years back. He would add many sachets of sugar. But today he could drink a glass of unsweetened orange juice without feeling anything. 

He had started avoiding sugar since she had left him. Sugar reminded him the sweetness of love. He despised love. Love had turned him into a stone, he didn't recognize. He avoided anything or everything that reminded of love and her.

He washed his sorrow memories and wore clean white suit. He combed his hair perfectly. He made sure that not a single strand fell on his face. He was ready for the breakfast within fifteen minutes. He had cereals and bowl of fruits. Before his dad had arrived at breakfast table, he was off to work. He worked around the time. He made sure not a single minute was wasted for unproductive work. 

He took out his laptop and began to work while his driver took him to work. Everything worked systematically except during the times when his mind would deviate to thoughts about her.. his sweet love..Dhriti. Even now, her name bought goosebumps to his skin. What was she doing? Where was she? All these questions bothered him. However he had learnt to get back to work. He read through the CVs of his potential assistants. Nothing interested but one bought him back his old memories.

(To be continued)