I was travelling in southern India, when I stayed in a small town somebody told me a story about two teenagers who lived a true love istory.
Her name was Selma Karami, and his name Narayan Shida. She belonged to the caste of traders, while he was "an outcast". Since they were children they started to feel somethingspecial when they were together and when they were studying at schools registered of the town. There were fleeting glances, the gestures betrayed them, feeling they couldn't confess because the family tradition didn't allow it. They were afraid that their love was discovered, so they were seeing them secretly.
Once, Narayan said to her: - Selma, I will love you forever. And Selma replied: - No one will tear us apart my love, I promise -. They grew up and lived the beauty of love as few had known, as only in the stories had been told. But one day a friend of Selma betrayed them, and told about their love to Selma's parents. Selma was confined to her home and could never see Narayan again. Narayan waited near of Selma's house of his beloved but he could never see her again. The sadness came over him until he fell ill and his heart gradually grew weaker. But before death he had the strength to write a note to his beloved: - Dear Selma, this isn't the end of our love, this is just the beginning, the beginning of eternity.
Aymara Antxia.
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