Then his mother found my photos. I was 'too modern' (read: I wore jeans). He didn't defend me. He just said, 'Amma ki nachakapothe, em cheyyalem.'
We met at a tea stall near LB Nagar metro station. He was preparing for UPSC, I was doing my B.Com. He used to call me 'Chinni' and bring me those palli kura pocket samosas. For three years, we planned a life where I would support him while he became an IAS officer.
I turned around and walked away. Again.
Submitted by: TeluguAmmayi_22 Location: Hyderabad
I read his texts.
But that night, I didn't cry for my lost love. I cried because I realized: I am not scared of marrying the wrong person. I am scared that I will spend my whole life comparing every man to the boy who broke my heart over a cup of tea.
Not the fiancé. Him.
Heavy. But you’re stronger than your past, Akka. Go get that happy ending.