Pran considered Mo to be the most beautiful person that ever lived on this planet. Whenever she'd be around him, his heart would start to beat faster, his throat would begin to get dry and his eyes would try to avoid looking directly at her. He couldn't handle too much of her yet all he wanted was just that, more and more of her. Most people called it infatuation. Something that he would get over once the school would end. It had been more than Ten years now but no sign of the feeling going away.
"And I don't know what to do. 'Cause I'll never be with you..." James Blunt finished the song through the stereo speakers in a car parked near a lake as Pran sat in there alone, crying. He tried to quickly let it all out so he could go and entertain the customers for whom he had organized a Ten days long caravan road trip in the Himalayas. It was the seventh or eighth day. Pran lived his normal life with Mo always in his mind, like in the background of whatever he did. She was like a feeling that had clung on to him, which he didn't want to get rid of. He made that feeling the canvas on which he tried to paint a beautiful painting which he thought his whole life would become. Both the life he had already lived and the One he was going to live. He considered all the emotions he experienced as the colours with which he painted. He never thought of happiness as more important than sadness or fear as something to be avoided. He believed that the more intensely One experienced an Emotion, the more brightly coloured the painting turned out to be and the more superficially One experienced them, the duller the colours came out. But then he also thought that both bright and dull were just different shades of the same colours, so he never even bothered to live a certain way. He just enjoyed the process of witnessing what shade of which colour he was living at each moment and tried to make a painting One moment at a time, while Being equally curious what it would finally turn out to be. It was something he waited to get old for. To One day see what he had created with the palette of emotions on the canvas of love. He never considered love as just another Emotion. It was much bigger. There were many emotions that complemented love and many more that created a contrast with it but love was what all of the emotions stuck to permanently, like colours on canvas. Even if he'd try to cover One Emotion with another, it would always give him a mixed shade of both.
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His only ambition was to Experience every Emotion in life, probably because her name started with the letter 'M', the Character who wanted to Experience everything. That's how he had started to make sense of things now. Using letters to define people seemed like a better option than using their gender, their zodiac signs or other ways of dividing and categorizing them. After all, letters were like colours too, coming together to paint an imaginary painting. Like the One Pran wanted to create by weaving each Memory of hers that he possessed into a Story and eventually, become an Emperor who could teach the Universe how to love and the way he saw that happening in the real world was by Being a true Friend to everyone he came across. Even his customers who were still waiting for him.