One Picture And One Story Week #47- I'm Qutub Minar

Love is a feeling that not everyone knows or feels and I am Qutub Minar so how can I even think about it?

Yeah, love is a feeling in which you feel like getting lost. This is the only feeling I wanted to feel all my life since I am standing here alone. I wanted to tell this to Kutbuddin about when he constructed me.

I am Qutub Minar, and it was the evening time. I was standing alone like every day despite having several tourists around me.

I was not able to understand what to do. Then something happened that made me feel my life was about to take a different turn. I could see this girl among people when suddenly my eyes fell on this girl.

I felt as if the time had stopped for a while. I had forgotten everything, my eyes were not moving away from that girl, and I kept looking at her.

Her innocent face, her lovely eyes, the smile on her innocent face, as if she were an angel. I was almost lost seeing her at first sight; it felt as if something was happening in my mind.

But I am Qutub Minar. I don't know why, but my heart was saying that time should stop at this point.

I wanted to know her name. I wanted to know a lot about her, but I was unable to understand how to do it. I don't know how to speak.

She was going. I wanted to stop her from getting away my sight. I had to talk to her. I had to befriend her and tell her my feelings.

But how?

This question was coming to my mind again and again and was making me restless.

I then thought that if I could find out her name before she went away from my sight, I would make her my friend.

Just then a voice came from behind, "Oh Jiya, I am here. Did your parents agree?"

Then she looked back, and I saw that another girl called out her name, and she went to her. Then I knew that the girl's name was Jiya.

I became happy and felt like going and thanking that girl because it was because of her that I got to know her name. But how? I am Kutubmiar and not supposed to walk or talk.

Just then I decided that I had to make her my friend and bring her into my life. But I am Qutub Minar, and I was unable to understand what to do now. What should I say, or how should I go after her?

I kept thinking about this, but till then she had gone away from my sight. My heart started crying, and then it felt as if everything was just a dream, and today again, my dream of making her a friend was shattered.

She left from there, but I kept thinking about her the whole evening. It was as if my heart was not ready to get out of her thoughts.

My mind was still immersed in her thoughts. It was as if her face was not going away from my eyes. My mind was calling her again and again.

It is night now, and all the tourists have gone to their homes. I am standing here all alone. It was as if my eyes went into dreams once again. I saw in the dream that it was her.

It was as if my happiness had no limits; I was not able to stop myself, and I was not able to understand what to do.

It was as if I started flying in the air. Then I thought that a tower cannot walk or speak; then how can I fly? Yes, I can only think.

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I want to make someone my friend, but I am afraid that if someone comes to know about this, then what will they say? How will they feel? Thinking about this, I always stop.

I used to think that she might go away from me after hearing my words. I did not want to let her go away from me. I want tourists to stay here even at night, and I should be as happy seeing them as they feel seeing me.

I wait for my visitors in the morning, but these people have a fixed time to come. And I was waiting for her there even before visiting time.

Then my eyes fell on her—the same clothes, the same bag, the same lovely eyes, and the same lovely smile on her face. It seemed as if it was the first day when I had seen her for the first time. She was coming slowly.

I was just looking at her..then she came closer..then she sat in front of me. I thought that this was the time I had to say something to her.

But I am Qutub Minar; how can I say or speak? Then I thought that maybe she was going to say something.

It was as if my breath had stopped..to listen to her words... Everything stopped..it felt like it was just me and her..nothing else around... Then she started climbing my stairs and took out a card from her bag.

And I thought that now she would give it to me, but she kept that card in her bag. It was her wedding card. Then she jumped down from my sixth floor.

And I can't even cry, because I am the Qutub Minar!