She was returning from Iza, and while seated in the coy seat of the "Executive" class in the flying machine, she felt great. Because she had promised herself someday that she would fly back to the country in it. As she repeatedly blinked, she saw flashes of the life she left behind in the place she was returning to. Her family, her little daughter, her house, and even her husband, whom she had once married out of love. The rusted chains of matrimony came undone ten years after her daughter was born. She was thirty five then, and had discovered love in a twenty eight year old man by then. She wanted a divorce and she got it. She wanted the custody of her daughter, she did not get it. After all you do not get everything. Along with the man she fell in love with she went to Iza, where just an year back he died of a chronic disease. So now that she had lived her life, and was of sixty five, she wanted to look back. Her first husband had told her, " He might seem like a better man than me. But I am the father of your first child." These words rang through her ears all these years. She felt like, it was all her mistake and all the unending occasions when she felt neglected, was just some mistake. Some gory mistake.So she returned. And it was raining heavily. She took a cab till the hotel where she was to stay put. Then from there she decided to walk the same roads again. The roads where she met her first and second husbands were opposite to each other. Things have a way with irony, she thought. Each drop of the serene thing poured on her, gave a painful sting to her soul and body."Was it me who strayed?", "Did I run away from my daughter?", "Was it me?", these questions kept eating her up in peices. She reached the gate of the house which she once lived in as a wife and mother, an unhappy one."Mr.Burn, is it Mr.Burn's house?", she mumbled. "Yes it is. Please may I know who is it?", said a young girl."I am, Mrs.B.......Mrs.Gunther, Mr.Burn's friend", said she, trying to hide the mistake she was going to commit. She knew she had no right to think of it."Oh!, Please come in. I am Elizabeth, Mr.Burn's daughter.", said the pretty girl smiling.These words burnt her from within. She could not face it any longer."I ... I am, Bella. I am Bella Gunther.", she said almost in tears. She could not hide her guilt. It was eating her soul up faster. Then she stood up, as up in a hurry,and said, "I am sorry I made a mistake, I need to go."She was half way to the door when Elizabeth said, "Mom...!"She turned back, and watched Elizabeth looking at her.Elizabeth turned back again and cried, "Mom! It is some Bella Gunther here!".Her mother rushed out, It was Miriam, Mr.Burn's sister.She came out running,saw Bella, and the room fell prey to silence.Elizabeth excused herself to make some tea for the ladies. The absence of Mr.Burn, no presence of any other woman and Elizabeth's calling Miriam "Mom", explained it all. Mr.Burn was no more, he did not marry again. Elizabeth was adopted by her aunt.Miriam said, after a lot of time, "Yes, Mrs.Gunther , Do I know you?".She had tears in her eyes, could not speak more. Rose from her chair."It was one such rainy day, when I had said these same words to my daughter. I don't know if I said them to the rest of the family too. It is one such rainy day again, and my daughter doesn't know know I am. Some, "Mrs.Gunther".", and she began crying. She handed over a choclate bar to Miriam and said, "Too less for a compensation though, but give it to my darling." And quietly left the place.Later that same day, she was found lifeless in a Church.
He was drenched every bit in it, the cold clear thing that dropped from the heaven. He knew not what the other creatures in the place he lived in called it. That was because he was not born among them. He was born someplace else but was picked up by some more similar creatures and put inside the jail and these few other creatures he lived with now, freed him from there. For now, he was shivering, and he was limping, because he had been kicked. Kicked by one of the familiar creatures, who had once hugged him so dearly that he felt there was no one who loved him more than him. He was not among them, but he knew what love was, because he had yearned for it when he was in the jail. White he was, but had no pride, and now that he was so wet, he looked sillier than any darker creature of his kind would look. He saw a shed and struggled to rush towards it. He was almost successful, but just the moment a car come and hit him. He was already dying, but the few last moments that he could still breathe were stolen away. The driver said nothing and just drove away, and neither did anyone around say a word.Back in the party by Martha Clara, the leading pop singer of those times, Kenny and Angel stood worried.
Kenny: Where do you think dad left Yumi? Angel(worried): I don’t know but we have to look for him. Kenny(concerned): Yes.(angry) How could dad just kick the poor creature so brutally on its belly and throw it out of the door this way? Angel(sad): You know dad Ken, mom and him often fight and break things, and this time it was Yumi.. Kenny: Yumi wasn’t a “thing”, he was our playmate! He was our loyal guard! Our best friend! To dad he must have been just a dog… Angel: True… Shall we go and look for him? Kenny: Yes.
They left the home in the rainy winter night, looking for their dear old pet, who was left brutally several kilometers outside the warm shelter by his own owner, and just because of human rage, the momentary heat. It was so cold and Kenny and Angel knew well that Yumi had never been at ease without a sweater during these days. They ran from one corner to another. Finally, at the end of a street they found a dog lying lifelessly. Kenny took off his raincoat and wrapped Yumi in it, and Yumi made no noise. They took him to a shed and realized that their once cheerful Yumi was no more. He was wet and dead. The rains had washed away his pains and life.
Back home when things were calm, with Yumi’s body, Kenny approached his father.Kenny(teary eyed) :Look dad, here is our Yumi.. Father :Oh no… Is he dead? Kenny :Yes he is. Father :Why did you bring him home? Just dump him somewhere. Its Unhygienic. Kenny(crying) :Stop it dad…! Father :We will get you another pup.. Angel :So that next winter monsoon you kick him harder and we can never even find him?
His father had no answer. It was just an animal to him, but his own animosity had killed Yumi. Yumi would never come back, and the children denied adopting a new pet. Every such winter monsoon night, the Father would cry in his heart remembering what he had done to someone who thought love was something that he gave him…
"Terrorism"... Not a word.. not an idea.. It is an entireCONCEPT. Ever wondered why it still exists?Because the base of it lies buried under thousand tales and has not even been touched. Imagine the degree ofbrainwashing involvedin the process that, the youth that was supposed to work for the betterment of the world is ready to kill itself along with many others.Whao. Look at situations, how the concept has magnified to such a level that things are strongly and steadily going out of control. Each incident take away with it hundreds of lives, the army men the police men , the public.. all die. Their existence is nullified in moments of a strange killing instinct."Public awareness"... What is that? And how on earth do we will to execute it?.. Is the general public armed enough to fight these terrorists who know nothing else than to kill? Think, such huge attacks being executed.. not a matter of mere passion for killing, think about how much capital is involved. Who gives it to them? How do they get it? Top shots? How? Why? When? So many questions.. I am only asking... but whom? Think, Ashish Choudhary(actor) Spoke to a news channel expressing how he had come running to find out if his sister who was inside one of those hotels was alright. Next day he is called to a hospital to see his injured sister.He goes with half hope half despair. The girl was not his sister. Later he comes to know, his sister has been killed. Random shooting. Blind shooting. Whao.Think, The Greek Millionaire. Stayed put inside the hotel to taste Indian Curry,and wouldn't go in spite of hearing gun shots. Walks towards the resturant. Gets shot, and dies. Whao.
Think... A newly wed couple shot to death.Think... Children dead, parents dead, all dead.Think Sandeep Unnikrishnan died.
And politicians are showing their ego clashes by refusing to go to the place together. Whao. And commandos are dying trying to save lives.Huh.And politicians are still "considering" the change of uniform. Whao.
Political will was required, rather still is. Ideological combat...? And place for real action?. Only meant for the fighters? And then they die? and Then their families are called for some ceremony? And then another terrorist attack? And then history repeats itself...And the empty drums that make so much noise on normal days... where are they now?.. Sleeping? or resting?? Whao.
India was supposed to be one country... No..? Somebody said something like.. "Unity in diversity".. thing... yes?? Or.. "Diversification and distancing in unity" ?? what was it..?or, "We shall never forget that we are individuals and wanna rest our asses on that "chair".. and watch a show.. an action movie.. ".. yeah..? Whao.
"It has to be the way it has always been.It is convention my girl.Convention.And we'd rather not think of changing it. It could bring upon curses."
Curses? What kind and what more? Is not it a curse enough to know what you could do and yet not do it, owing to some "convention" ? Who's fault is it? The elders say that the middle aged should continue with it. The middle aged say that the young should, and the young do it cause, elders told them to.And wherever individual thinking comes in any one of them, it is called being "unconventional" and hence, foul. What is this system of marking things rotten and good? On what basis and criteria is it done?
And WHY is it done? Again convention? Why is not the convention sick and tired of itself then? And why is everybody obliged to do what people before them have done? and Why does i happen that people who walk off the beaten track are called "Intellectuals" if they have celebrity links, and "wrong doers" if they are commoners? And what is it to break the convention in the convetional way? Why not an unconventional breakthrough?
And what is this with the thinking of the beggars? Leaving a kid on the roadside fetches them more money? Is it so? People pity the tiny little things more? And give two coins more? Do they give books? Or any school admission form? Do they? Or do the parents of these kids even think that way? And what is with the kids who hurl curses upon anybody who gives nothing and passes by?
And what is it with the present day couples? One "love you" per minute is very "lovable" ? And when a break up happens then slangs are so cool? Hanging out together, fishing for compliments, giving gifts, saying a meaningless "I love you" every now and then. Real friends do more than this together.
Then there is this weird thing about hiding your age. What? Why can't you ask a woman her age? She would get older if you do so? Or would it decrease if you do not? She might be 55 but look 25 and may be that she is afraid tat you would know that. But anybody who can spell BOtox correctly yet hessitantly, ha used Botox. And is it some qualitative character of people to shout and scream when someone asks a girl her age? Often, the age reveals much more than just the wrinkles. And , maturity my friend, comes of the quality of time you have lived and not duration.Ask men. The know it cause they get to show it.
And why think about the Celebs so much. Why discuss their personal lives so very much? Why not stick to their performances just and enjoy them? What spice is there in the completely distasteful discussion of the bitchiness of any person who we have "known" and "understood" really very less of.
Then coming to personal levels. What makes you smile and happy today, how does it tend to nag and irritate you the moment it begins analysing you too?
Pecularity of the various aspects of so many things.
I have changed so much in the past three years. People call me an extrovert. And I barely remember having shared any part of my heart with most of them. say I am outspoken, and I do not remember a sngle person I have talked out my soul to.
Subdued, and very much within myself I am, and I know it. Various things from the past have made me think. Some thoughts have left me bewildered. And forever so much.
May be mundane to some very thoughtfull to some others, but somethings in my mind, do need to be vented out . :)
Life is one enigmatic journey. An enigma of its own kind. Each life is distinguished with its own set of characteristics, and uniqueness. Sometimes, the uniqueness of this journey, makes it a tinge more complicated than its individual parts.
And maybe at those times, fighting and moving ahead becomes essential. So essential that you cannot breathe unless you have made some silent yet huge compromises with your own self. And still, this journey which makes you do so much to yourself, is enigmatic. And there is nothing even questioning the glory of this beautifully caked up walk in the natural plastic garden called “Human world”.
How about being able to take guilt free sneak peek into someone else’s garden? Steal some apples and yet not be caught? Sounds like a fancy , one which would not com true in real life. Because no body in their conscious selves, would let you know who they really are. Or more specifically, nobody would ever let you know or even understand in proper state, what would they do in a reply to anything adverse.
There was this girl, somewhere in the country, who lived a life on her terms. Had her own share of discreet ideas, and her own dreams to live up to. She was friendly, jolly, and very lively. She was the life of any gathering she was a part of. People yearned to have her with them all the time. That was what was the skin of her. But what about the flesh, blood, and bone? There ought to be some. There was this other side of her, a girl, who excelled at writing dark poetries, had the worst dreams and fought miserably with her brain. She had her own contradictions, her own apprehensions and her own limitations. But these never stopped her from being who she was. And, If things were to be put in simpler words, then it would be, that she was a matured young girl. The kind one could call a kid at times, but at other times, it would be her, even people years elder to her , would turn to for emotional and practical help.
She did everything that normal people would do, indulged in everything that was fashionable, and relished life just like she did her chocolate bar.
She was one of those queen of fantasies and enjoyed life like, there would never be another tomorrow.
Only one thing, she did not have a friend, a true one. Some one who could understand, who she really was and what she needed and not wanted from life. May be she was among many people, but she was not that complete. She was not completely happy with her soul, which required some healing.
So destiny has plans for everybody, and she was not an exception. But hers was a slightly different story all together.
She was sitting in her very own seat in the cyber café. Was chatting with some friends, and simultaneously, noticing everybody who were occupying the computers next to her. She was not really directly looking at them, that would make things very obvious and she would be left embarrassed, and that was surely something she ever learnt to be. So while she was typing in some words, a young lad came and sat next to her, the computer I mean.
He looked at her once, then twice and then over and over again. She tried not to look, but it was difficult with such random attention.
He :You know I am looking at you. She : Sorry? He: I am looking at you and you know that. She: (pause) Well, so? He: Go ahead and type what you were typing. (Laughs)
She felt snubbed, and continued with her work.
He: Who is it? Ryan? How do you know him? She: Excuse me. What are you talking about?\ He: This fair skinned chap on your screen. She: Look mister, I am not interested in what you do, so be away from my things as well. He: As if, I did not notice you looking at me when I entered the café? And then you pretended as if you are very busy … No? She: Whatever I do should be just my own concern. You are a stranger, and I shall prefer you to remain one. He: English honors? She: What?(irritated) He: Nothing.
She continues with what she was doing. A minute later, gets up to leave.
He: You going? She does not reply.
He: Hello madam. Are you going? She: Yes. You got problems? He: Of course not! Good for me if you go without logging out of your messenger. I could easily get your number , address, and everything else. She: What non sense.
She hurries back to the computer, logs out and head towards the door.
He: You lost you basic manners when you were busy thinking about me? She: Sorry? He: Sorry seems to be the hardest word , to most, but you seem to be quite fond of it She: Will you shut up? He: No. She: I have to leave now. He: As if I stopped you? She: Whatever. He: All girls are same. She: You may think so. Goodbye. She goes out.
He continues typing.
Next day, when she comes back, unknowingly, she was looking for him, but he did not come. But, she got a chat invitation from an unknown address. And it had a message along with it.
“I know you are looking for me but sadly, I have a super fast net connection at my place.” She did not know what to do. She knew it was him, but if she accepted it, it would mean that she gave in to him. But if she did not, she would not get to tighten his nuts!
So she took the safer way out. Accepted the request, but pretended as if, he did not know who it was.
He:Hey She:Hello! He:Hey , you sound so normal online! She:What? He:Yes. I thought it would b the same cranky you. She:I dono know who you are. He:Lols. Stop lying ok? She:Srry, I ain’t lying. He:So, still talking to Ryan? She: It you again? He:As if you didn’t know and your heart wasn’t thumping hard? She: Nonsense. He:You! She:Shut up He:I came online for shutting evrything up? She:Do whatever you feel like. He:Feel like hugging you. She:Get lost! He:hehehhehe She:Yea whtever He:You think you are something lik the mysterious queen?? She:y? He:No, bcoz u behave like one. She:Smiles!! Well, you know Who I am then! He:Yea.A pretender. She:You enjoy pissing me off? He:Just two days madam. Lot more to come. She:Yea, I ill see.
Sixth day, he comes to the café, and finds her there.
He:Will you join me for a cup of coffee? She:What? He:Coffee.Made of coffee beans.Well brewed. She:I am busy. He:No you aren’t. She:How does that bother you. He:May be it does.
Something happens to her, and she walks with him. He walks endlessly till they reach a grocery shop.He buys a satchet of coffee powder.And then continues to walk.
She:What is this? He:Coffee. She:I can see that. But…. He:You will make two gud mugs of it She:You are out of your head?? He:You are. She laughs almost hysterically.
He:What? She:You are a sample piece. He:(gives a sheepish look)(chuckles) She:Stupid! He:Coming home or not? She:I do not have any option left.(smiles)
They go to his home. A nice big one.
He:You know what? She:What? He:I wanna tell you something. She:aamm…Wht? He:You should have known it but then, I have to tell it to you. She:Go ahead. He:Go straight and thn take a left, you shall find my kitchen. She:Non sense.(begins to laugh) He::Go go! She:Shut up! He:Go na.. please.. She: Ok ok..
Both begin to smile in a way they had never before. It was something nice. Something beautiful.
While she was busy pouring the coffee in the mugs, he stepped into the kitchen.
He:Hey.. She: (Turns back)Yea hi.. He:I had never expected anybody to work in my kitchen. Not a girl atleast. She:What..? He:Yea, never seen a girl work in here.Never. She:Never seen you mom in the kitchen or what? He:No… She: (pauses) I didn’t get you. He: She passed away when I was five, and dad never married again. She: Oh..I’m sorry. He:Naah.. it is ok. She: So, what happened next? Where is your dad? He: He? Maybe in London now. She:Maybe? He:Yes. I was sent to live with my grandparents after that..Dad seldom wrote letters. Called up once in a blue moon. He was living with his girl friend.He did not marry and did not worry. She:What the….I am sorry. He:I am used to trying to control my anger. I hate him. She:So where are your grand parents? He:Grand dad passed away when I was fifteen. Grand mom passed away five days back. She:Oh.. He:So that is why I couldn’t be with you.(winks) She: You are…(pauses) I mean…(pauses)..I don’t know.. He:Acid tested.hahaha… She:You are not lik what you seemed to be. You are nice. He: uh huh!! Think again girl.. You always thought I am good, you wouldn’t come down home else wise… would you? She: (smiles) May be.
That day had been, one of the pretiest examples of life for anybody who would want it! She was finding a companion, and he already seemed to have found one. Both could recognize with each other in a way, they had never previously done. Things began to change. For most days, she would go to his house , instead of hanging around with her usual circle of friends, and the most noteworthy thing was that, she did not feel anything going amiss!
One of those days, they planned to cook together. In the kitchen..
She: Wanted to ask you something. He:Ask ask..(winks) She:Why did you talk to me that day? He:When? She:In the café … He:Oh!..Was just flirting…. She:Huh! He:But there is something else to it too. She:What? He:There was something, that made me come back.. She:What?? He: You look like my grand mom…. She: (looks at him) I could kill you. He: No no!! Seriously!
He held her by her hand, and then took her to his room. Askd her to sit down, and then pulled out something of the drawer, and sat down beside her.
He:Here, see…(hands her a photograph) She: (takes a look) Wow…who is this? He:My grand mom(smiles) She:She is so, beautiful…. He:Yes, she was pretty.Very pretty. I wonder if my mom looked like her too. She:She surely did. You haven’y seen her pictures? He:Yes…I have.. But never too clear.. She: hmm.. He: (turning towards her) So you see, you look like her. My grand mom. She: No ways! She is way too pretty! He: Look at yourself, the way I look, you are the pretiest of all.. She: (lowers her eyes) Thank you.. He: (goes close to her) You dumbo, we were cooking….Come lets go…(winks) She:Oh yes… (laughs)
Days, weeks and months… all passed by. And now, they were the best of friends. There was nothing that was hidden. Nothing that was forged. Every fact was so clear and every expression was so well understood. Now they even did not have to talk to let each other know what they were thinking. Eyes could speak so well now. And they were working together on a social project. So that let them have , more time each day together.
Her parents knew him well. They began to trust him. It was all as if, It was meant to be this way always.Always.
One year now, things were good. But they had fights too. And had their own ways of soling their problems as well.
She:Where did yo keep your file? He:Which one? She:The Bio data, medical reports,couple passes one.. He:Why? She:I kept my, discount coupon in that. He:What for? She:I needed to keep it safe. He:You don’t have your own file or what? What was it I bought you the other day? A piece of rubble? She:Shut up.. He:What shut up? Why did I buy it then? She:I was with you that time when Igot it, came down to your place after that, so, I kept it in your file. He:It is my file for God’s sake! She:So I should’nt have kept it there? He:Yea absolutely.. She:Okay… Fine. Buhbyee.I have to leave.(moves to leave) He: (moves towards her)What for? She:No. I am sorry. I forgot my limitations…(heads towards the door) He:What!...Fish!!.....(hold her hand)Don’t go. She:I have to. And yes, I am sorry.(looks downwards, hiding her teary eyes) He: (Raises her face up) Awww no!! No no!Don’t cry. Please.. No! Keep all your coupons in my file, keep all that you want anywhere..But don’t cry please!! (hugs her) She: Shut up….(rubbing her tears) Go get lost. I don’t want to talk to you.( half laughing) He:All right… alright …my baby’s laughing… ok ok… Smiling?.. yea yea!! (pulling her cheeks) She: I hate you! He: I love you too! She:Huh…! Loafer! He:Naah… just flirting around…(winks) She:Loafer!! Duffer! Dodo!! He:Yea, yea whatever..(laughs) She:Shut up.. He:Coffee? She:Yes… He:Go make it.. She:huh!!
What they said to each other, what they felt, was just among themselves. Just so secret, that often even they did not know what they were sayin to each other. Who would ever not want to be so innocentlyin love? So innocently that they themselves knew not what it was? Or even if they knew, they would say not what it was…
She:You , loafer, I wanna have some ice cream He:No She:Yes! He:You’ve got flu.. She:So..?? He:So I had to pick you up from your place. She: So..? He:I am taking care of you. She:So…?? He:So what!!! ?? No ice cream! That is it! She:What nonsense… He:You.. She:Shut up…(looks at him angrily) He: (keeps staring at her) I could… Only if you promise you would sit like this, infront of me, forever. She: (glances at him.)What? He: (regaining his senses) No.. what?? Oh.. nothing.. She:Mad ..? He: (laughs) Yepp.. She: I knew, I knew! Hehehe.. He: You sure you know…? She: Evn if you don’t say it.. I know…( lowers her eyes, smiles) He :Nice… (realises something) (Slaps her lightly on her cheeks) Wake up! She: Only if you wake me up… He:(glances at her)What? She:(regaining her senses)No….nothing…
But how long, could they both, hold in an obvious secret? The knew each other so well, that they knew it too, that they were hiding a sweet little secret, with perfection unmatched. And what more? They both were in collaboration! But now, words, somehow changed their route from eyes to lips.
He:Ever thought of a candel light dinner? She:With? He:Amm..Well anybody.. She: No.. He:Why? She: I don’t know..You? He: Yes.. She: (brightens up) Who who??tell me! He: Someone.. She: Duffer, who?? He: Told you , someone… She: Tch! Tell me! He: You.. She: We had it already! Don’t remember? That day? Lights went off? He: Yes, and you fell on me.. (laughs) She:Yes.. and you didn’t utter a word! He:How could I ? It wa a dream come true.. She: What? Lights going off? He: Naah… you won’t get it. She: Me falling on you? He: (smiles) Perhaps.. She: Why?? Huh! What was so funny in that? He: Not funny you dodo! It was nice. She: How come? He:I got the touch of your face, for the first time. She : (lowers her eyes) amm.. oh. Ok..(shy) He: Hey, what happened?(pushes her) She:Nothing.. He: You look gorgeous.. She:Loafer.! He: No.. really. She:Yea? He: Yes.. Will you let me hug you once? She: I am surprised! You’re asking me? (goes ahead to hug him) He : (Stops her) (looks into her eyes) Mind being with me forever? Just like this? (hugs her) She: (hug him) (looks at him) Loafer…. What happened? He: Nothing except that, I realised that I have never flirtedwith anybody else than you.. She : (shrugs off..) Oh, so you want a girl friend? Go ahead.. Go to other girls. I won’t mind. He: You would.. She: You really wanna go? (almost crying) He: I want a wife.. She: Oh ..ok… good. He: I don’t plan to flirt with anybody else. I don’t plan to even look at anybody else. But somehow, I wanna know, does looking at just one girl , wanting her and loving her make you a loafer? She :What? No! That is love! He: Who is it for me then? Ten hours a day you are with me. Rest of the day I am either a work, or sleeping. So? She: So? He : Would you be there forever? She: Of course…….But why? He: Why..? She:Yea.. He: Coz, I look at you. I like to. I listen to you speak endless. You make no sense. But I like it. Coz, I need you to be here even when you are sick. And I want you to be here all the time. Coz, I wanna flirt around, just with you. Coz I wanna be the only man you trip down on. Coz I wanna be the only person, who you would hug so dearly . Coz, I wanna be your loafer, for life…. She: Coz you wanna be my husband…. He: No.. Coz I already am.. But wanna confirm it.. (winks) She: Loafer… He: Only for you.. (hold her close to him) Say it once na duh! (smiles) I love you silly girl! She : (blushes)(smiles) Me too.. I love you too loafer.. He:So, you’re my wife? She: You’re my husband… so what else can I be to you?(winks) He : Hmmm.. coffee? She: You make it! He: Oh yes! Why not? Day one eh! (laughs) She:Practice..practice…(winks)
They got married formally , three months after that. And now, they stayed together always.
He: You know what? You are stupid! She: What?Why? He: Coz, …..I love you. She: (smiles) You are more stupid than I am… He: Yeah? She: Yeah.. I love you na! He :Yeah.yeah.. She: (hugs him) Yeah… He: Awww… my wife… love you(kisses her)
They had so much love to give each other. But somehow this love, was not enough to give them a child. She, could not be a mother. It was diagonised, when even after two years of marriage, they did not have a baby. But, the sacred enigma, that life is! It has plans, knitted for every soul. Every blessed soul. Before this, she had never found herself, so much in love with someone. And never before did she feel so incomplete. But when, the person you are married to is all that makes you complete, how can you keep the enigma an edge far.
He: Coffee? She: (in a dead tone) Yes. I made it. He:Eh! Of course! Hey , but come, lets make it again. She :No. It is ok. We have enough of it in the flask. He:Dodo….(looks at her) I am here. With you. She :(almost crying) So what do I do now? (crying) Why….me lord! He: You know something? She:What? He:I am not my parents child. She :(startled) What? He: Yes. They had adopted me. When I was a small kid. I don’t know if mom loved me. But I am sure dad didn’t. He left me to my mom’s parents. They loved me. So, here I am. She: (looks at him) Baby..? Baby…. You know it all? (crying) (hugs him) He: I know it all. So.? Am I crying like you dodo? She:But… He:But what? She: No… He: Yes. We will bring out child home soon. And we will love him or her . A lot. We will. You trust me love? She: (breaks down crying) I love you… He: I love you too..
Enigma. That is life. Hey Don’t me. I just allowed a sneak peak. And, the rest is their life. Just think , if life, just a part of it, looks so beautiful, how enigmatic is life for real?
Somethings just tend you make you feel terrible, only when you thought you could begin to feel good. But then, handling such times, depends upon , how many such times have you handled before this . At times, I become rigid, do not let any little or big thing affect me in any way. But , now, I feel like letting myself free! How? . I want to ease out for a change! Want to take everything lightly, and in my stride. And not just do it to show some pests that I can ignore them, but actually do it. Do it with sense and meaning.And also with reality. Say, how about smiling at a person you dislike, and actually mean to be nice?.. or may be, cook the dinner , and make it very very tasty!! And the only person to eat it , would be you...? Not that serving others is bad, but then, .. I want to do something just for myself! Just and only for myself!! May be, dance in the rain like a frenzy creature, then take pictures and laugh at myself! Or may be, drink a hell lot of sugar less coffee and be happy with it!! And making chocolate face packs , using then generously !! Gorging on dark chocs!! Dipping my full hands into buckets of chocolate sauce!!, then licking my own hands off!!! Then may be, mix the entire jar of strawberry jelly with vanilla ice cream!! Yummmmmyy!! Then take numerous tours of my own home singing the same song over a million times!! Then bathe in water with my favorite oils, and feel absolutely gorgeous! (i don't know what made me say that).... Then with my hair half wet, I would put on my favorite black dress in light synthetic.. put on just a little lip gloss and some kohl "!! And then innocently stand in my veranda, munching on my snackies!!