Tragic Love Story

It was 20 years later that I returned to my hometown. I looked around me. Like myself, the town too, had aged. The trees were taller than before and there were several new buildings, which were definitely not there before I left. However, some things still remain unchanged. Although the Registry of Marriages building was given a new coat of paint, the building still looked grey and drab. Perhaps, it’s only my own perception. To envision it from such a negative and pessimistic point of view was of no surprise to me for looking at that building itself was enough to bring back unpleasant memories.
Vonda and I had been childhood playmates and sweethearts. We grew up together and had everything going on smoothly for us – There were no rivals to fight over with, no culture barrier to bridge and no objections from our parents. Perhaps the best part was that both of us were very much in love with each other. Vonda was as exquisite and as charming as the June lilies blooming in the valley...