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It is everything a fairy tale is made of: Rajkumar, a Prince Charming, and Basanti, his lady fair! He, a popular singing star; she, a beautiful innocent girl, who lived and loved beneath the grandeur of the Himalayas. A love as tall as the mountains where it all began.
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Who would not have said that Rajkumar and Basanti had, in perfection, been made for each other? Perhaps Gopi, Basanti's childhood companion who, with the coming of youth, had visions of winning her hand in marriage. But the appearance of Rajkumar who came on the wings of spring and stole Basanti's heart away had crushed Gopi's fond hopes, for true love comes to a woman but once.
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| With the happy approval of both families, Rajkumar and Basanti would be united in wedlock, but it is ordained that the path of true love never runs smooth. On his way to the wedding, Rajkumar met with a terrible accident in which his mother was killed instantly. Though Rajkumar survived, his eyesight was gone for ever.
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More truly could it now be said that Basanti's love was blind. Though unaware of the tragedy, Basanti refused to believe that Rajkumar could have forsaken her, even as the auspicious hour of marriage slipped by. She indignantly refused to even consider well meaning advice that she forget Rajkumar and marry someone else. Gopi perhaps. No, Basanti would wait till her Prince Charming came and claimed her as his own. |
Time passed by and the Rajkumar did not come. To add to her misery, Basanti fell victim to a dreaded disease. The doctor advised her immediate removal to the sanatorium at Kasauli if she were to be saved. Basanti would not budge; she dreaded the thought of what would happen when Rajkumar arrived and found her missing. She would wait, and wait for happiness ever after. |
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Gopi, whose love for Basanti was true, could not bear watching her wasting away. He went in search of Rajkumar whom he believed was unfaithful. Only when Gopi found him blind did he realise the truth. |
Gopi arrived with Rajkumar, but it was already almost too late. The lovers fell into each other's arms with the saddest thought - `It might have been'. Marriages, they say, are made in Heaven. Let us not forget that it is in Heaven that the world's greatest lovers have invariably been united. |
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