1st String:
That was the first time they'd met.....actually....he had crashed into her, spilling his diet coke all over her and himself. But surprisingly, instead of exploding out like those regular peppy chicks around, she had excused herself hastily and within moments, had returned back with a hand full of napkins, which was, yet more surprisingly, not for her spoilt dress, but rather for his plaid shirt (which was dripping wet!). That was the very moment he his heart had skipped a beat....that was the moment he had stolen a glance...taking in as much of her beauty as he could...For that was the moment he had undoubtedly concluded that she was not a stream follower......that she was a trend-setter instead....
2nd String:
From just knowing each other to moving on to become the bestest of buddies had happened in no time at all! And there-after...there was nothing left behind the curtains.....no secrets unrevealed! There was not a single tear that he had given her a chance to shed alone....and there was not a song he had written, which had not been influenced by her. If combined serenely, they had completed each other....provided each other a reason to live for...and it was clear to everyone....everyone except the two of them.
3rd String:
It was indeed separation that had brought them together....indeed his three month long head-line tour that had unleashed every possible realization...established the validity of every feeling they had beed suppressing unknowingly. It was those momentary goodbye moments, when breaking through all the defenses; she had jumped into his arms. And he, leaving all cautions to wind, had leaned in gently to capture her lips with his own. Unsaid confessions had thunderstruck both of their lives....and he had successfully captivated her into his life......unraveling all sorts of chaos he had been enmeshed into, until then.
4th String:
It had just taken 15 minutes and those clichéd wedding traditions to answer all that was still unanswered.....to open new doors of enchantments and exuberance for the two of them....Besides, as a cherry pn cake, it had also enlightened him with the fact that it was not only women who cracked up to emotional stuffs! Though unplanned, but honestly, the official and divine declaration, addressing them as man and wife, had moved him to a point where everything else had gone numb...And then he had just pulled her close, unveiling her sacred beauty and kissed her...for the first time as her husband, thereby putting a stamp to the certificate assuring the irrevocability of togetherness they'd given in to....
5th String:
He had carried his angel traditionally into their new home...into a new life that had seemed to promise infinite moments of love and care...and nothing else! Each passing moment had made them fall more and more in love with each other than they ever were...Even when away, on his tours, just one look at his wedding band had proved provoking enough to wake his desperation to get back to her....and when back.....there was not a moment of separation...Only he knew how grateful he was, for tripping over that girl in that local cafeteria.....and how thankful he was to god for granting him a whole eternity of life time to be with that very girl...
6th String:
One call....just one call....and it had him and his life shattered into a millions of pieces...."Sorry Sir! We could not save your wife" They had accomplished their job and had shrugged it of polietly...but what about the rain of pain and agony that he had been bombarded upon? He had tried hard to pick up the pieces and put together the puzzle his life had become after her final departure....but had ended up only collapsing into a beautiful heap of pain, love and lost memories....Friends, relatives....everyone had tried given their level best to revive him back but no one had been able to answer the one simple question his life had transformed to......how was he to fix all this pain all by himself....without her?
And the life after...:
And so, here he was....miles away from the world....in a place he felt he belonged to...
"Faith Charolette"
He could still feel the beauty surrounding him....could still breath in that sweet scent.....but it was, as for now, just a name.....carved beautifully on the grave stone!
Perhaps this is what fate had in store for him...For Nicholas Jerry Jonas...and the worst he could not even avail for any kind of justice....it would end up only causing him more disappointment and agony.....And now he knew why they called life and endless race track. He wiped the remaining tears off his face as he gently placed the bunch of yellow roses for her, got up and left.
There was no string ringing his life now....he departure had really sucked out every note of music his life was once enclosed in....