Dear Readers
Sorry for the long pause. Long official
trips and relocation is to be blamed. When I started writing this blog, a lot
of people asked me; “Is it my story? It is too personal, too detailed, and too
insightful. Some of them have taken offense too that I chose to discuss
everything so openly. Some were hurt and offended.
To all of them I say; I am the voice of
hundreds of people like me. I cannot stifle my voice for that would mean I have
declined them their right too! So my dear readers, be prepared for some
honesty, some fun and some more of my bluntness.
Love you All
THE PAST:
तेरे बारे में जब सोचा नहीं था , मैं तनहा था मगर इतना नहीं था
तेरी तस्वीर से करता था बातें , मेरे कमरे में तब आइना नहीं था
Reading The Kite Runner the other day, I came across this term. By
the way, this book is a fabulous story of triumph of humanity. The way Amir
finally finds his voice and fights to right the wrongs is something we all
should do. Hardly happens in life though!!
In real life, you don’t marry the girl who ran off with her boyfriend when
she was a teenager. In real life, you do not have the courage to take a stand
for a woman who was wronged. In real life, you do what the one before you did,
blame her and move on. May be my folks are right. Books really have distorted
my view of the world. They made me believe a fairer world and the existence of
equality in all relationships. Tough luck, Barrett!
Yelda, the first night of winter and the longest night of the year… You: the
longest and the darkest night of my life. No hope…no dreams….no love. I
remember the hopelessness and the constant abandonment. Confined in my own
body, I felt trapped. At times, it took some effort to even breathe. Those were
the days when I believed nothing good would ever happen. The days when I believed I deserved the
shabby treatment meted out to me. Those were the darkest times of my life. The
times when I was abandoned, shunned for seeking a committed relationship,
ridiculed for asking for loyalty and laughed at because I believed myself. Those
were the days when I ceased to live, when I gave up on my life and for a brief
period of time, I could not find myself.
Luckily, I did!
THE PRESENT:
Dear Sun
Thank you for dispelling the darkness with your amazing light, my morning
sun. You rise with your glory and make me feel warm again. Thank you for
clearing the cob webs in my mind and making me see life once again. Thank you
for giving me the courage to fight. With you, I have seen the best days of my
life and the best thing about it is; they have just begun. Thank you for
dispelling all the myths that a fallen woman can never rise. Thank you for
helping me find my confidence once again. Thank you for the unconditional love,
unquestionable faith. Thank you for the everlasting love and unending support.
With you, I learnt to love again.
Thank you for fighting my battles and winning my war.
Disclaimer: The
story I share with you all today; may or may not be true. For
as a writer I am certainly influenced by what I see around me. At the same
time, I retain what I call and known as artistic liberty.
· Courtesy : The Kite Runner by Khalid Hosseini
