3 years, 9 months and 27 days... what impact could it possibly have in someone's life? 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 know as artistic liberty.
Here's the story of a girl, a woman and her journey through life. A modern woman, a liberated, free thinking, independent human being, a beautiful person and her beautiful dreams. Her amazing friends and the one person most special in her life.The love of her life - the man of her dreams. Her perfect life partner, her true soulmate, This is the story of her triumph, hope,light and healing. The story of unwavering faith and fulfilled desires. Its her journey and she wants to take you along.
Come and join her on this journey of love, this exploration of her self and others.
And haan! This book is dedicated first and foremost to The Almighty, my parents, my younger brother and older sister, my extended family....You get the picture. Basically to anyone and everyone who has ever shared my life or known me.
Here it goes:
The Past:
Dear Love,
"You are poor, but not
helpless"
You are not
helpless my love, I am. All those people who are in love with someone are
helpless. All those people who can do anything under the sun for someone's
happiness and bliss are helpless. If you really want to see poor people, go and
see a girl's father. The way they kneel, the way their eyes get lowered, the
way they talk with folded hands. See those people who value their daughter's
happiness more than their honour. Why do you think you would compromise if you
say yes for this relationship? Or that you do not deserve me. If you accept
this proposal, we will love and welcome you in our family. We will respect you
and adore you. You will be the apple of everyone's eyes which you will still
be...for the people you may chose over us. My parents do what they think would
work for my happiness and bliss. I am incredibly lucky to have parents who
think all the time for me... You are lucky too. For you have Maa who
thinks so much about you, who loves you so much.
I also love you;
I want to be with you. I want to do all the big and small things for your
happiness and joy. I want to get you your bed tea and your dinner too. I
want to wash your clothes, I want to dust and clean our house, I want to get
groceries with you. I want to cook piping hot chapatis for you. I want
to have kids with you and I want to see you playing with them. I want to listen
to your special laughter. I want to watch TV with you, I want to get scolded by
you, I want to wear the sarees you will bring for me, I want
to shop for clothes with you, I want to observe the rituals and fasts for you.
I want so many small little things in life...And yet, I want nothing more than
your preference and choice. What you choose is what I want...all along. "
The Present:
My happy
place:
"His
house our house, our room. We sharing a life together. His face the
last thing I see before sleeping and his face the first in the morning. He breaking
the barriers, opening up on all his issues. Feeling free to say or do what he
really wants instead of holding back. Heart to heart conversations; unchecked
emotions, freedom to be with each other. Looking at his face and into his eyes
to my heart's content. Planning surprises on our families' birthdays and all
other occasions. Sharing dreams and responsibilities, seeing the smiles and
admiration on our families' faces. Cooking for my family every day. Healing all
pains, easing all that hurts. He coming to terms with the past and letting it
go for our future together. Accepting that love can enter your heart at any
time in your life. Accepting that all people deserve a second chance at
happiness. He coming home in the evening to find I have planned a surprise
birthday party for him.
A happily ever after, our
happily ever after...."
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