Love Happens

629-01032281

(Image Source)

It was one of those dull winter afternoons when he first saw her. He saw and just couldn’t help but smile in bits. Maybe, because he wasn’t looking for a story that time. All he was feeling was curiousity. Or maybe he wanted an acquaintance. Everyone needs that when he is thrown into a strange environment where he hardly knew anyone. Well, that had just happened to him.  Forget the metros, he wasn’t even born in this country. But he was the most desi at heart. Been in this country for a few years after he got tired of just running from here and there. And then one fine day his parents decided to take him along to the place they studied. And even fell for each other. You could say that place for their origin. He knew they didn’t really wanted to show him around. He knew they had some plans. He has been here before but this time he didn’t know why he was here. He knew they wanted to hook him up. And this was the best place to find girls from his community. But he wondered, in a small town, how can they even think he can. But nevertheless he was here.

She was here because she needed a break. Break from life. Break from politics. Break from work. Even break from joblessness. She had memories from this place. Of a beautiful childhood. His parents found this place at their home. And his siblings were born here. But she was the city girl. But she loved the peace here. Or maybe she was searching of some hope. Her dad’s meeting coincided with an interview here and she was ready to go. She never wanted to move here but no harms in trying she thought.

There they were. Two families. From the same place. In a common town. Staying in the same resort. With their children. Middle aged proteges. Or rather single offsprings.

Weather was dull but the weather changed and entered her nose. So when she entered the guest house she had an attack of constant sneezes making him notice. The room was booked but some details were to be filled. So, she made her parent go and take rest as she filled the form. He was standing beside, talking to the receptionist but still noticing her uneasiness.

2846257893_d97d3bbc77_z

(Image Source)

At Last, he spoke:-

“You need some help”

“Eh…no” and she sneezed again

“I said because I am a doctor….maybe I could prescribe some medicine?”

“O no no….its just the dust that was there outside”

“Maybe an anti allergy….cetirizine?”

“I have some…will take….thank you”

She finally took some notice of him. A tall hunk like guy with green eyes he was. He looked like anything but a doctor. She wondered why she never met such handsome doctors when she was sick.

7327623178_34f1dd3d28_z

(Image Source)

” Well I am Dr. Adi” said he giving his hand for a shake” 

She shook hands to say ” Hi I am Nisha…Dr Nisha”

“Medico?”

“No no…I am a mere doctorate “

“Wow…doctorate is never mere…which subject?”

“Social anthropology….I research on  women and children issues”

“Wow…my mom will love to meet you…..she does some work on that”

“Is she a professor or something? “

“No no…she is a gynaecologist…just runs an NGO for empowerment of our community’s  underprivileged”

“Awesome.Would indeed be a pleasure to meet her”

“Nice meeting you”

“Same here”

There ended their first meeting. But more were to follow.

She went to her room just to tell her parents about this meeting and how his mom specialises in her work. She was just too excited. And she didn’t know why.

He on the other hand went to his room just thinking of her. He also told his mom and all she said was, “You like her don’t you?”

“Mom please”

But she was right. Her son hardly talked about girls and here he was just going blah blah…something was definitely wrong.

The families met at the dinner table and got introduced. His mom told her she can get associated with her organisation if she is free. She was grateful but was like she can’t stick for long if she gets work of her liking but his mom had no issues. She knew he was becoming an angel. Families were talking and laughing too. Her mom was here for a conference she would have liked to attend but then she avoided as her mom would have been alone if she went.

Next day happened. Her dad went to the meeting. His parents went off to their works and all that was left was they and her mom. So he asked at the breakfast table if they like taking a stroll. She already had the photography walk in mind and it happened.

large

(Image Source)

Some beautiful sightings. Some smiles. Some curiosity happened. He even said I should have got my DSLR and she remarked ” A person makes the picture beautiful, good or bad camera never matters” And she clicked him. And he was again bewitched. They were back and the families never saw each other till dinner.

At the dinner, the mothers decided to go shopping together in the morning as the fathers had meetings. She, alas had to stay back to study. And he, well, he choose to stay back.

Post breakfast, they went to their rooms as parents left. Then she came out to just stroll and read and he came there to seize the opportunity to smile with her .

“So working hard to be recruited?”

“Not really. I read most things. Lets see”

“Then want sit and converse and make you de-stressed”

“Sure”

They went to the dining and just sat.

12077741005_5f39835c73_z

(Image Source)

“So what do you like doing apart from teaching/studying?”

“I really don’t like doing it. It happened. But I found a way and gladly I love my subject”

“Wow. So what you love doing?”

“I love writing. Poetry. Fiction. Short stories. Anything”

“Impressive. I used to write once too but then”

“But then?”

“Words ditched me”

“Words don’t ditch us. People do. And then we just wander”

“Maybe. been long I wrote. I used to write lyrics too. Been a decade”

“Then someone will make you love them again too”

“It isn’t that easy?”

“It is.”

More he heard her. More drawn he was. Maybe writing too was just round the corner for him again.

“So what are your dreams?”

“Too many. I want to write a novel some day. Travel the world. Live beside a beach in europe for few months and bake continental stuff from fresh produce. Do adventure sports. Do underwater stuff…too many like I said”

“Yes. but interesting mix.”

“What about you?”

“Well, lets see. Once I wanted to release a music album and then life happened”

“You should. Someday”

“Maybe. I have travelled a lot. But maybe with someone special some day”

“Ahan. Hopeless romantic?”

“Wasn’t one till few years back. Was badly heart broken. Was cynical and then I came home. Saw my parents. My sister. And I thought maybe I can have some love too.”

“Nice. You will.”

“Are you one? “

“I am”

“Who makes you believe in it? Parents? Sibling?”

“None of them really. Parents are two individuals strung together and they just respect the institution. Maybe bro and sis in law love but they fight way too much so not much people with love around.”

“Still must be someone?”

“Some friends. But they are newly married. Stories of my grandparents make me believe. Even of my aunts. Some loves they shared. I believe for them and believe for their good.”

“Interesting.What kind of partner you want.?Some ideal?”

“Don’t really know what I want. I don’t mind adjusting. Compromising I have issues with. Love is all that makes marriages work I see. I do some, you do some. I am a feminist. But I don’t think females are superior nor are males. I don’t even say they are equals. One is better than other in one thing and rest in other. Like a women is emotionally strong and can handle his mess…job issues….sick children…..deaths…..and he sure can handle her scares…save me from that street villain…or shoo off insects I hate…even that lizard and rat…even snakes….they freak me…I don’t mind the pain that childbirth will give me….for that he can do that no?”

“Definitely”

“Also, I love cooking. But he can make sunday breakfasts sometimes. Cut vegetables as I cook and wash utensils when the dishwasher goes bad….I create mess before I clean…so if he is a  cleanliness freak guy he can manage the room no?….some girls also leave wet towels on the bed …I am one of them…just small adjustments….I left lot for him…but he can do some obviously no?”

“Obviously”

“Oops I spoke too much”

“I love listening”. “Never found such a guy?”

“Alas they don’t make such guys any more”

“haha…maybe”

“What about your ideal girl?”

“Ideal ….hmm..don’t know….but never met a girl who thinks like you”

“Haha…If I didn’t know better…I would have thought you flirting with me”

“O please. I am not…..wanna go out for lunch?”

He didn’t know why he asked her for lunch. But that is all that felt right saying.

“Eh?..Hmmm….I don’t know places here. Also mom might be coming back”

At that exact time, her mom called to tell them both to join them for lunch outside. And just like that a lunch date was happening.

And maybe even love was happening.

large (15)

(Image Source)

Note: Blue Lines: Guy, Red Lines: Girl.

P.S.: This is the short story I had mentioned in my last post. It is little raw and needs some polishing but my writing muse is on holiday again and its been a while so thought of uploading it. Also, apologies if its rather too long for your liking. Hope you guys enjoy reading it.

Advertisements

Love and Marriage

large (13)

She: So, will you marry for love ?
He: Maybe. After having met you, I am thinking so.

She: Haha. So I changed your views I see.
He: I guess. Why will you marry for only love ?

She: Well, no other reason will make two people stick nowadays. You see, financial insecurity kept women respect the institution once. Now that is gone. Divorce is a mess. But they don’t have to think if they can manage it alone. They earn enough. Hell they can even manage to take care of the kids. Earlier, men went and worked. And women had to manage the home. Now, she can do it all. Manage home. Manage businesses. She in a way is self dependent. So why have a partner? If people want one, they can have live ins. Even that is legal. So casually date. Marriage is too big a thing. Earlier, people married for kids. But now, you don’t really marry for that. Single parent adoptions isn’t a disgrace. In vitro implants happen. People and society have issues if a man implanted his sperm by being intimate to you, but if they know a woman is pure , they will accept such single mothers too. So what will keep two people together? Love. The pure, breathtaking love. The can’t live without each other love. The breathing in you love. The soul united love. The love which will keep you together when everything fades.
He: Makes sense. But then what is the guarantee it will stay ?

She: No guarantee. But it can stay. Doesn’t it between parents and children? Then why not between two individuals? If the souls connect at some level. Not the movies kind. But some spiritual kind. If that happen, then even if life breaks them, a string will stay. And that will be the only thing that will make modern marriages work.
He *sighs*: I guess so.

And he once again wished for love. And maybe for that kind of marriage.

Image Source

P.S. : Off late been writing a bit of He-She fictions and this was some open ended conversation I wrote. I think I might write this style of stories on and off. I wrote a longer part before this and might update it too if I am satisfied.

Love Gone Bad

Fear_by_go_back_to_sleep

He was the wrong one
I told her quite often
But he had his spell
She saw only the love rue.

He hated me for my mind
For he was the ruffian
She was someone I cherished
And then their chords matched.

Everyone gave in to their smiles
I just prayed with all my might
Wedding day also I saw that scare
Chose a distance, for God’s sight.

Years passed, life gave them tiny tots
I met sometimes to see just her smiles
Then one fine day I knew what she hid
The scars that was all his doing.

She thought baby girls will undo them
Lived along just for they needed
A burn here, a tie there she felt
Pushed and bruised was she all around.

The wandering eye he had always
Accused her of switching loyalties
Smelled him of all the bewitching beauties
And cursed her of luring his relatives.

In the fight of his own self
He saw enemy in familiar faces
Gave tears even to his kin
And pushed her way too far.

One fine day she could not take
And chose the door that took her away
For all she did did, was still keep silent
Provoked him, still wanted was to kill love.

Everyday she struggle still to stay or leave
But then her youngest one refuses to go back
Saying, ‘dad beats my mom everyday’
And she sighs to try to look for a way out still.

Image Source

Written as part of the OctPoWriMo Writing Prompt Day 30: Writing about the Hard Stuff

35a81-journal

Also, Prompted @Theme Thursday and @ABC Wednesday (P is for Pushed).

P.S. : When I read the prompt for this week I knew I had to write about abuse. I realized I had written about rape and child abuse. And then I remembered my cousin who recently told me how she wasn’t just married to a bad mouthing husband but someone who beats. He hates me even more now for he thinks I don’t talk to him for I am selfish and support her and I laugh at the lies he still goes on telling the world. I knew he is wrong for I have known him since my childhood and there is not one right thing he did and the one he did, he spoiled too.  I can like forgive everyone but an abuser ? Never. I told her I can still forgive someone who curses, but a man who once beats will do it forever. And she is a very educated girl and he is someone who fakes education and hence has this inferiority complex. It is also one reason I think even if a guy is doing well in life, should be educated enough to match the thinking of his girl. Marriages like this make me lose faith in love and marriage. Also, giving chances to a man who slapped even once in anger is calling for disaster. I hope men realize beating doesn’t prove your manhood but proves how unmanly you are.

Also, domestic violence isn’t just abuse as shown above  but is also forced marital rapes. And I think we all should raise voices against that too. Being married doesn’t mean you don’t respect the wishes of your spouse. Also horrendous marital rapes are learnt to exist because lot of wrong men think that just because they are their husband, she is to agree to everything. Ladies, if wrong is happening, learn to say NO.

Stop_the_Violence_by_shooot_me

Image Source

Rare Love

 “You look like a strict clown here, couldn’t you have smiled in your wedding pictures?”
On the stage, when I was shitting in my pants?”

” It was just your wedding, for Christ’s sake”
“Yes yes, i was being sacrificed for life”

“Very funny”
“Not at all. We got married seriously. Shit”

Now you have no option. You have to wake up everyday seeing my silly face”
“That sounds cute actually”

“Cute as hell right?”
“Not less horrific now, compared to the kind it will be when you get the wrickled face one day. I am scared thinking of it only”(makes horrific face)

” I will look the same always, get it? ” (popping eyeballs)
“You can promise? or you getting botox? I don’t have that much money, girl”

“Grrrrrr…Nope. I wouldn’t change internally, you see?”
“Good, now get me a coffee”

“I can see you have already changed”
“I am a guy”

“So?”
“We have an inborn right to change”

(smirks)
“Don’t give me that look or I will catch you”

“Why? Your heart missed a beat?”*(winks)
“Very filmy”

“Very serious”
“Me? never.I am just a stale catching guy” (smirks)

“You already caught me, when stupid cupid caught you, remember?”
Not that catching, stupid, the other one”  (wicked smile)

“Stay off me, or you are so dead”
“Noppppe, now I have a legal right too”

“Excuse me?”
“Your mom excuses wouldn’t work, I can kiss you in front of her too”

(Eyes wide open)
“Don’t pretend you don’t notice such looks and heard my words. I can do, after all,  I am her pampered son-in-law, darling”

“Stay away” ( runs away)
“How far can you run in one room?”

“Mummmmmmy”( cute fake crying)
(Catching her stole from behind to hug her and whisper)

“What?”
“Yes, my inborn children’s mom”

(sighs)
Mwaaaah

“I can’t help but  love you, my stupid husband”
“I love you, my silly wife”

Two individuals, two lives,
Bubbling with new found love,
In the vitality of existence,
To seek meaning together.

Desires are new,
But dreams old,
They plan to fulfil,
Together like a fairytale.

X- box, or a Louis Vuitton,
Leather, or feathers,
Sports or movies,
Variety and yet spice.

Resting in each other arms,
They kiss some, they fight some
They love some, they cry some
Yet they stay as mine for all.

It was fresh love, all said
Staleness will make it hard
You will cry and dispiced
When look fury sights.

They grew up old together
Tarnishing all claims,
Cradling one chair,
Still kissing to fame.

Embracing the feel,
Even in crackled bones,
They define true love,
Found just in true souls.

I wish everyone reading this post,

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY

Today, make a promise to yourself,

To love yourself the most and be your valentine first before loving anyone else.

And also promise to follow this rule 365 days of the year and see how life changes for best.

Love yourself, pamper yourself, smile crazily, stay happy and be forever blessed. 

 Also Prompted @Inspiration Monday, OSI, Sunday Scribblings, Poets Pantry, Weekend WordsmithTheme Thursday.

Note* :  That dialogue which was initially to be used was-  “Why? Kuch Kuch hoya” , but since the blog is read by not just South Asian audience , I changed it. For South Asian people, I know it appealed and resonated more with the filmy dialogue later and surely make more sense now for you people. For everyone, kuch kuch hoya means same as heart skipping a beat but it is used in reference to a Indian movie- Kuch Kuch Hota Hai which also mean something something happens in heart (stupidly translated). Click this to know more of the reference.

P.S :This is one of the rare posts whose conversations I wrote in mind while still waking up and realized later it could have been the conversation a close friend of mine would have had with her husband post marriage as we all asked her post marriage, he could have atleast smiled. So, dedicated to you too Munza 😉

P.S.S. It would have been two years today for my blog had I stuck to the older one. But since I imported all posts, Happy Birthday, my baby blog ( It’s almost four years since I first started blogging though but I took a long break in between so that doesn’t count ;-)) 🙂