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And then it started raining

September 19, 2014 / / 10 Comments

She sat with her head bowed, a couple of daisies in her hand. The single tombstone stood ironically in the middle, united for both the graves. Of course, they were united even when they finished the journey. Always together. She wiped away the tears that started afresh, they wouldn’t want her to cry. They taught her to forget, to forgive, to love and live. Again. What she was before them was something she considered a dead past. It was the couple who rescued her from the clutches of such a life and had shown her there were ways to live. To live with a purpose. To make a difference in others’ lives.

She knew that they had long wanted her to give the nod to Arjun, a gentleman in all aspects. But how much ever she changed herself, she couldn’t trust anyone else to hand over her life to again. Her foster parents gave her the space and freedom, never forcing her once. Arjun was no less, he has kept his word since that day, “I love you. I want to be with you forever. But only if you want to. Else let’s forget this ever happened and be the best of friends as ever”. He had not shown any sign of his feelings after that breezy evening when he opened his heart for her. Even when her parents left the world together as always, he stood as a rock by her side, taking care of everything but never taking advantage.

She knew her heart wanted to accept him. But can she love again? More importantly, can she trust again? She had not let anyone than her parents to enter her shell till date. Can she break that self-imposed cage? She looked at the tombstone and read “Grow old along with me, the best is yet to be.” She wiped her eyes and asked herself, “Does she want someone to grow old along with her?” Her heart screamed “Yes”. She placed the daisies at the tombstone and got up. To start towards her togetherness. To go and get her share of love and to give her share of trust. And then it started raining.

Until later 🙂

Linking this write-up to The Light and Shade Challenge prompt to write a 500 words or less post based on the picture and/or the phrase.

Picture: Image courtesy of Janssenfrank and taken from Wiki Commons

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Quote: Grow old along with me the best is yet to be.

11 years ago, on a Wednesday…

September 10, 2014 / / 14 Comments
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As I turned to my right and tried to open my sleepy eyes, I saw him sleeping like a child with a face that was full of innocence. I couldn’t help but smile as I saw his hands tightly holding mine as he slept on with his dreams for company. As I looked at my mobile for the time, my eyes fixated on the date – September 10. My memory flew immediately to one special Wednesday 11 years ago. Yes! 11 years ago, on such an ordinary Wednesday, I was swept off my feet when my best friend declared to me that he loved me and wanted to spend the rest of his life with me.

The then amateur me thought that “Well, What’s wrong in having a little more love in life?” and agreed to the proposal gladly. Amateur and innocent might have been where we had started, but in 11 years there have been much more. Much more than anything I could express in words. And this Wednesday today, I am by his side looking at him, remembering our promise, holding our hands, facing life a step at a time. The smile that dawned on my lips reached my eyes and I got up knowing that not only this Wednesday but every day is just as special, as long as we have each other.

Until later 🙂

The transformation

September 4, 2014 / / 6 Comments

This post is inspired by another post I read recently about an unrequited love, a broken person and a hurt heart. It’s easy to break someone but very hard to build the trust again. However hard it is, it would become a lesson in the victim’s life but for you, your karma will hunt you down and kick your a**.

But then in cases where someone plays you knowingly, does the ego ever let go? Does the grudge ever fade? Does the scars ever vanish? Does the anger ever cools completely? That’s what ego is about. That little bit of ego is necessary to uphold your self-respect or so I feel. Maybe I am being amateur, maybe not.

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I have long wanted to let go
The grudge I held has turned futile
It was you who taught me, what it meant to love
And then to lose.

It’s true that if not for you,
My understanding of love would’ve been infertile,
It’s true that I wouldn’t have known how,
And to whom to give my all.

I was too blind to see it, blinded by you,
Then you broke me and the illusion turned vile,
When you showed me what it takes to lose in love,
I saw what I’d done to another loving heart.

Even as I let it out of my mind to flow
My ego clings on to the tip of the pile,
Refusing to erase the grudge now,
Refusing to leave without a scar.

It wants a that bit of regret to stay on,
So that I know all the while,
That it’s always easier to vow,
Than to keep it up.

But for the sake of being a better person,
Wherever you are, thank you for that lesson worthwhile,
But wherever you are, you would never know love,
And that’s for the sake of my ego.

Whether you know it or not, sinners pay
Because there’s always karma’s aisle,
Of course, it might not be just now,
But you are just waiting your turn!

Until later 🙂

P.S :Don’t ask me where I was! I would say 2 things – Work and Health. Just when I thought enough is enough and picked up the spirit to blog, the common cold beat the crap out of me. I haven’t yet recovered from the blow but I figured, what the hell! I can’t and won’t be deterred by this.

P.P.S: I haven’t picked my laptop at home for more than 2 weeks 🙁 Poor me!

You, Me and Rain

July 21, 2014 / / 13 Comments
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Do you remember that day when there was a blackout and no streetlights as we walked back home amidst the heavy downpour? You held my hands all the while, saving me from the infamous potholes on the Indian roads, always placing a step before me. It was too dark and late for a couple of 15 year olds to wander about alone, but we had no choice then. I knew you were afraid too but your grip on my hand told that you weren’t so afraid that you can’t protect me. That day I knew that it’s you and here I am today holding your hands in the downpour and darkness after 50 years, tottering towards our home being each other’s walk sticks.

This piece is an inspiration from a true incident in my life. The first half is true and the next half will become true in another 40 years, I know! 🙂

Also linking this post to ‘Rain‘ at Lillie McFerrin Writes.

By the way, I came across this pic when I was searching one for the prompt and I totally loved it 🙂

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Until later 🙂

Sophie’s choice

July 14, 2014 / / 24 Comments
Copyright: Kelly Sands

The stormy clouds reflect my mind
What do I do, whom do I choose?
My parents or my love?

Cruel fate tells me to pick one
Between my two eyes, How?
How can anyone do that?

Can’t they see, can’t they feel?
That I’ll be happy this way,
They gave me life, they should know this

He knows me more than myself
He should get that I can’t abandon my parents
They need me more than I need them

Suffocated is how I feel when both press me
What would be my decision?
What do I do, whom do I choose?

This write-up is for the picture prompt @ Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Until later 🙂

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