Saturday, November 17, 2012

Together!


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T-O-G-E-T-H-E-R!

What happens when it starts to spell like this? The alphabets refusing to touch each other, and yet standing in a queue as if they are together.

Together was splitting for Neil and Daisy, every day.

Their world was splitting in bits, their friendship was splitting into pieces and their marriage was falling over like a pack of cards - for reasons inexplicable. The incessant fights, the constant bleating - there were more things in common between them now than ever before.
For each the other was selfish, uncaring, and sometimes hell of a stubborn spouse. Their differences were increasing and so was their willingness to let go. 

And then came a morning to take a call. As usual when daisy woke up, Neil had already left for the day. As she started making her bed, she found a folded piece of paper by her side. She opened it to learn that it was a letter addressed to her. It was a letter from Neil.
Daisy’s heart skipped a beat.
After 10 long years, Neil had written to her. She waited for one such letter for all these years but never came by one. And now here it is, when she is least expecting it, when their relationship is already fading away, when a letter from him at this point of time doesn’t make sense at all.

She opened the chit, which read
“Daisy, I am going. Do not know whether I will return. In case I don’t, I want you to accept that we are no more together. That its over. And I want you to take care always and have a good life. Love – Neil”

And that was all. This letter as brief as a classified ad and yet it spoke a thousand things.
“Maybe I didn’t try enough” She sighed as she crumbled the chit in her fist tighter. There was silence all over. 
 For her this marriage had meant so much. But then they were lonely. For last 10 years they were a lonely couple. Even though all the tests were normal, Daisy couldn’t conceive till today. Knowing how much Neil wanted a baby she felt helpless. Her irritable behavior was easily evident. For little things she would yell at Neil who on the other hand was still unable to cope up with the despondence of not having a child.
Neil was always the more mature partner. He understood daisy, always. He knew no one is to be blamed but Fate for acting so cruel . The fact that they were not parents yet somewhere was like those rough waves gnawing at their relationship which stood like a rock once.
 "We" she moaned! She would always believe in WE and US and TOGETHER.
Now the alphabets were spacing out. Not only her even Neil had worked very hard to strengthen this marriage. It had survived so many things - unhappy parents, crazy work life imbalance, over interfering relatives and what not. The only thing it couldn't survive was them being barren till date, not having kids even after years of trying. She closed her eyes as those tiny tear drops made their way rolling down to her cheeks. Hurt and anger were not the emotions that time. She knew Neil is not be blamed. She is just one of those barren women, the kind of woman who in our society is a waste, the kind of women no one would like to let their grown up daughters mingle with, a woman whose existence is a taboo. But Neil stood by Daisy when the world turned around until the day all of it started taking a toll on her. Until the day she started loosing it every now and then.

And then there was a fit of weeping.  With not a soul by her side - this time lying on the floor, she let the damn break loose.

 How badly she missed her mother then, wanting to hold her tight and surrender, and then she patting her back and saying" It will be all right". But GOD, none was possible for she was gone 02 years back.  This loss further had deepened the wounds of Daisy, taking her far away from Neil in an estranged world to which she now belonged.
For hours, she lied on the floor washed by her tears. In which she saw her whole self left in pieces.
 "C'mon get up and move on. For sure reasons it can't be worse than this. To which I mean the worse is now which you are going through and this too shall pass as Mom always said "She tried to reason with herself and gather the pieces together.
And as she was about to get up, the doorbell rang.
“No it cant be him” she thought as she heard that. And she was not interested to see anyone else. No one now. 
It took two more bells to finally make her get up and open the door. She was surprised to not see anyone at all and she slammed the door hard. "God these society children.They have these stupid pranks to irritate residents. I'll better go and complain to the secretary today.  they suck!" she sulked as she returned to her room. Seconds later, there was a bell again. Miffed and prepared to catch and scowl at that crancky bunch of kids, she opened the door.

And then she paused, fumbling and flabbergasted to what she saw.

 There were moments of long silence as she stood there baffled until a gust of laughter greeted her and he walked in. HE - yes it was Neil with a bundle in his hands. With one hand he pulled Daisy's hand and dragged her to the room, with still carrying that something with the other hand. She followed. Gently, he sat on the bed and passed on the gift to Daisy with tears in his eyes and whispering "She is ours. Hold her". And with trembling hands Daisy touched her for the first time

 "She is our little angle, our bundle of joy,  She is our baby and we have been blessed." Neil expressed as she kissed the baby.
Daisy, holding the tiny one in her arms, looked into that face. Eyes - big, shiny, black as oil. Complexion - tad bit dusky as her, lips - rosy, glossy like ripe cherries. 
"Oh she is beautiful" she murmured as her heart gorged with joy. Joy like never before … rumbling within her like a river. She was experiencing ecstasy, lifting her up like a wave, like a grass which shots up in spring, like the sun in the summer morning rising faster and making it all bright and sunny. She was the sunshine that neil and daisy were looking for all these years. They truly were blessed. God chose her for them as HE chose them for her.   As she was no more in "Ashray - Center for welfare of children". She had finally found a home after being abandoned by her parents for reasons she was too young to comprehend.
And may be she never would want to. 
                                       
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And turning to her man she said" Yes she is the angel, our baby. And we will be all TOGETHER - always. Right Neil?"
"Right Darling" he replied and they hugged with tears of joy.
 Happy for they did it. They fixed it TOGETHER.

Friday, September 14, 2012

A new begining!!!

WriteUp Cafe - Together we Write
My first entry to any contest and my first win in such contest too :)

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My eyes suddenly opened, waking me in the dark. I looked around for light and  opened the window to welcome the dawn. As I soaked in the grey light of the frosty morning, it felt special. For a long time I peeped out until the first ray of the sun kissed my face and bestirred me. 'I have to get started' - I was reminded. I came back looking for my belongings......... when suddenly I looked into the mirror. 

For a second I froze.
I quickly ensconced myself in the chair facing the looking glass, agape  in disbelief and started penning this in my diary.
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Oh, is that Me?
“Hey darling, look at you!
I do not believe what I see or is this the mirror playing a game of deception?.

 You are not preening in front of the mirror. There’s not even an iota of make-up on your face. In fact no amount of it has ever managed to make you look this earthy. The glow that you radiate is unmatching, the complexion so radiant, the lips just seductively rosy. The curly locks are so calmly resting on your shoulders. There is a serenity on the face like an ocean. And an aura so divine.

Here you are looking every inch a goddess. A treasure trove of beauty!!!

As the morning rays hit your face from the window, your radiance manifolds. The flowers are all over your bed, and the fragrance in every corner of your room. The jewellery that adorned you last evening were gently removed piece by piece and kept on the table. They still remain there. ……… The crimson red saree lies on the floor ,now crushed and all creased. The  red vermilion, happy to be a part of you from now on is crowning your forehead. Red has always been your favorite, isn’t it?

And there you smile! This involuntary blush on your glowing cheeks, this resplendence of joy in your eyes. How can I miss this! They are speaking volumes of what has happened just a few moments back.
The night past by has been magical in so many ways. As it unfolded, it  touched the deepest pit of your soul. It embraced you with strokes of sheer love and unbridled passion. As you locked your lips and surrendered your body, the love began kissing your innermost desire. You felt like never before.
The night that it was – life changing! 

As your eyes met and bodies swayed, your yearnings hurried like clouds.They echoed in the four walls, each beat of heart being audible like the murmurings of the wind in the silence of wilderness. You In the arms of your man lived a thousand moments.
The night that it was - a bliss of boundless love!!

Touched!! ain't you ? As now you know what being loved means. Its now that you feel as beautiful as you always wanted to. Its Now that you are - a complete woman. 

And today on this special morning, I wish you a happy beginning to a new life!

May you cherish togetherness and celebrate love forever.

And may it never ceases to glow on your face.
Take care ...........my gorgeous new bride :)


Love......
Me!!!
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This post is part of the contest A letter to yourself.. on WriteUpCafe.com

Thursday, July 26, 2012

A Dream Holiday!


Awww Holidays!
We love them, we enjoy them and we die for them. Don't we?


Holidays are just crazy. They are fun, thrilling, rejuvenating and at the same time nerve-biting. Planning for a holiday is another challenging task. Choosing the right destination, right travel partner and the right time to go. And then comes the much dreaded leave applications to our bosses, keeping fingers crossed that by every chance he/she is in a good mood that day. But once the leave is approved, you just can’t wait, counting days, planning things, packing stuffs and picturing a dream holiday.
Sitting in my workstation its only Mauritius, Singapore, Australia and Kashmir I hear all day (Yes I work for a travel house).  Most of my colleagues (the lucky asses) have traveled far and wide; some have even mapped the globe.  London, Bali, Kaula lumpur, Hawai……….you name it and they would have travel tales to share. So snuggled in my cabin I would wish that some day it comes my way too………..traveling the world without having spent a single penny from your pocket. A dream job, what say?
So I spent my 4 years and 4 months here; cribbing all throughout, until God finally heard, played his cards and sent commands to my Boss’s brain who very happily offered me a trip to Bhutan. A 4 nite 5 days trip with the best of accommodation & travel arrangements completely sponsored for me and my husband as an incentive. When I was told this, it sounded unreal – too good to be true. But then a rare opportunity which I immediately grabbed and decided to kick the ass of boredom.
I barely had 02 days time to prepare, pack and get going whereas still pinching myself to feel that its happening in real. 
And here came my 1st international tour that too without holding a passport :P

The 04 days just went like a dream...............
When we boarded the flight, we were given face tissues/wipes on which they proudly wrote – BHUTAN: The land of gross national happiness. These lines had already started making me happy. And happy indeed was the entire experience of visiting a country still ruled (though not governed) by King & Queen, where there are royals and non-royals but no rich and poor, where people still don’t really relate to this post-modern world, where everyone wears their traditional dress with pride, where schooling is free to all, where cheese and chillies are the staple ingredient in every food, where cleanliness is GOD and happiness the measure of GDP. A Place where you can relax and just soak into the scenic beauty, a place which just lets you be. A quaint paradise, a blessed kingdom. An almost idyllic place as if like it just walked out of some fairytale book.
Also interesting is the feeling of being in India as you are surrounded by all products starting from ice-cream, soaps, jams, maggi and also the TV channels that are Indian brands, leaving you with only Handicrafts as something to take back home as a souvenir. But we could hardly touch them as they were super expensive giving me to understand the much influx of European travelers to this country who seem to have a fetish for their handicrafts. But then our pockets refused to open, and so we stuck to the idea of key chains and book marks for our family. 
04 days seemed less literally. Given a choice I would have extended this dream for few more days. Well I guess this is all I could steal from the destiny as of now. Never the less, I can never thank GOD enough for this. So glad that this whole thing happened to us. We loved every minute of this whirlwind tour.
 Sharing some of the pictures...........

                            The clouds playing with the peaks..............clicked from inside of aircraft
                                                      

                                                      The capital valley: THIMPU

                                                    The Quaint and breathtaking - PARO