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I am sitting on the chair and thinking about her, my girl friend Sita, who is no longer alive. Outside the atmosphere is not so pleasant so my heart. It is dark evening and started to hurt as I think about her. More I think about her more I fell pain in my heart. I could not stand it. Love and relationships never hurt me like this. I can not believe on myself, why it happened to me? I remember the day and how I met her. The first time we met in the park. She was walking with her dog at the park and I was on the way home after finishing my part time job in near by store. Suddenly, I noticed the beautiful attractive girl in the park with the dog. I never have seen her before in this park and area. So, I easily reached in conclusion that she must be the new in this area. When, I reached near to her, “Hi, beautiful dog. Ï have not seen you before. Are you new here?” She stops and slowly turned to me and said, “Yes, we just moved from Katmandu and living just near that red house.” She added, “My name is Sita. What is yours?” For a moment, our eyes see each other since both of us were going to the same direction. We started to talk way back home. I told about the town and area which was new for her. I did not realize that I have arrived in my house.
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