A couple of hours back he asked me, “are you happy, with me?”. Even though it was just a few weeks I wanted to say YES without any other thought, but all I could think of is the word ‘guilty’, I was guilty to be with him. Just so you know, I am not guilty because he is a bad person, treats me badly or any such ‘logical’ reason, but because of this wonderful society we live in. I am guilty because he is not of my religion, let alone the caste. I am guilty that we became a part of each other’s lives and now the road has reached a dead end which we both are choosing to ignore. I am guilty that apparently, I am completely myself with this person, definitely more than I am with anyone else and surely happier. Yes, I am guilty of putting both of us in this wonderfully awesome situation, where staying together is going to make us crazy happily, but is equally frightening. I am guilty that he cares about me as a father should. I am guilty because I see a person worthy to spend a whole lifetime with. I am guilty because I saw the human being within him and not his religion. I am guilty, as I cannot fight for him, neither fight with him against the society. I am guilty as I will have to let him go. I will have to leave the most awesome part of my life. YES!! I AM GUILTY…I LOVED A MUSLIM BOY.