It started off really boring that day, with the political science class followed by the second language lecture, subjects I used to hate as a kid and I remember how much happy I was on not having to study those subjects ever again in the last two years of high school. In the lunch time, I was just trying to get myself a good book from the Scholastic book fair racks and my eyes just stuck on this really catchy offbeat orange book. Somehow the cover seemed so appealing, I was drawn to this book. I don’t know why I have this crazy love for the color orange, it just seems to be the most phenomenal shade of all. As soon as I started scrutinizing (well, sort of), a man in his low, beguiling voice addressed me “so you seem to be liking this book?”

This man turned out to be the author of this wonderful orange book. We talked for a while, and I through his words could very well make out, this man was an atheist when it comes to love. It was quite strange though, a writer in his thirties, who owns profound ideologies about everything, does not believe in love. I tried to convince him over this stiff opinion of him and got to know eventually that he lost faith in love after his wife betrayed him about two years back. Left alone to deal with a heart break, he almost lost everything because of this biting experience. Writing somehow gave him the reason to start life afresh, but the betrayal had left a permanent crack in his heart.

After a few days the same author, Mr James, shifted in my neighborhood. It was saddening how he lived his life alone, by himself. I wrote an article and in fact succeeded in persuading him through it to give love another chance. About an year later, he found his soulmate in this beautiful young writer from North Carolina, Ms. Alisia. They were absolutely happy with each other, lovelorn, the couple shared an amazing chemistry.

It had almost been three months since they married. I saw Mr James, completely tensed, almost in tears as he hurried past the staircase. On asking what the matter was, he said “ I and Alisia had an argument, and seems like I lost her. She left the house, without saying a word, didn’t even take her cell along”. I asked him to calm down and not to worry as she would definitely return. It had been over three days and Alisia was nowhere to be found. It was crazy how she could leave on this rough note, fights are just too common between couples. Mr. James was left heart-broken all over again.

I went to the city hospital today as one of my friend’s mother had to undergo an operation out there. I erroneously entered another ward just adjacent to the one I had to visit and to my surprise, I found Alisia, lying on the ward bed unconscious. She had been there since the past four days, out of her senses following a major accident. I could now see it all clear, Alisia met with an accident after she left the house and that is why she did not return back home. I instantly phoned up Mr James and told him about it all. He reached the hospital immediately. On seeing Alisia, he was in tears and hugged her unaware body, promising that he won’t ever let her down. We sat on the hospital bench with a hope that she would gain her consciousness soon.