Real Life Love Story
Something I Got Off The Internet
by Carrie B
He came into my life unexpectedly. Sorta like a movie, you know, the kind that leaves you with little tears about to fall from your eyes. A huge lump in your throat, and inspiration. A drive that makes you so sure you will find love out there. (Wishful thinking?) We met on the internet. I can already hear the peanut gallery's snide remarks and deftly dealt blows to my intelligence, my morals, my thoughts. After all, I must be crazy, and he must be an axe murderer right? I must be desperate, after all, to fall in love with a man over the internet. No, none of the above. (You pessimists just have to chalk this one up to a loss!) He is the most caring, compassionate man I have ever met. And I can say that with all honesty, with all truths freely tossed into the lion's den for approval. At first, I wasn't expecting it to happen. Wasn't looking for it. But I wasn't against it. I was open to it sub-consciously I suppose. Searching for that fairy tale somewhere, my internal thoughts caught up with the rest of science and dove into technology as well. I had heard so much about it happening to real life people like me, from places in the world I had never heard of, but it happened! I had talked to him on and off through way of chat rooms for about a year. In this year, I didn't get to know him really. Except the fact that he seemed like a really nice guy. He intrigued me. Maybe it was this portal into another realm we were both opening up. Making it harder to not talk. It's all you can do, just type out your inner most thoughts, and delight in the very thought of making a 'friend' online. We started talking, and I wanted to know more about him. I got excited when I saw his name in my e-mail inbox. Even happier I was when replying to him. I was pouring myself out to this stranger, and he was responding. Giving of himself more and more each time he hit Send, as was I. In this chat room, we had 'mutual friends'. Other people that regularly chatted and with whom shared a bond with us. We knew each other's names, who had kids, each other's love lives, or lack thereof, and who was allergic to what. A kinship was born in this chat room, but all of that was irrelevant as I asked this other chatter, "What's his phone number?" I asked, he gave. I called him that night. Our phone conversation was great. I was attracted immediately by his voice. He was feeling the same way about mine. But there had to be more, right? There just has to be! I was thirsting for more information from him. I simply wanted to know everything about this man. We had seen each other's pictures already, sent through the wonderful e-mail services. Our eyes glanced upon each other's pictures and saw a promising something there. We liked each other at this point. Promises to call each other were made, and more e-mails were sent. Finally, we fell in love. Just like that. Fell. Head over heels. And I can say this, without hesitation, that I fall in love with this man more and more every day. When I hear his voice, BAM, I fall in love again. When I look into his eyes, BAM, I'm in love again. Anything this man does equates to pure, sweetened love for me. Of course, there's a loop hole. Isn't there always? We are long distance. I represent the East Coast, and he the West. Was it possible, is it possible? Yes and yes. We talked endlessly about this. Tip toed around the fact that it would be hard, but took into the account that it wouldn't be easy. Pored over every obstacle that would stand in our way, and would eventually test us and our strength, had we gotten together. We talked about our wants, our needs, our desires at this time. What we wanted from each other, and how we could go about it. We knew all we wanted was to be together, but could we handle it? Were we ready to take on something so rough? We have. Overcoming the distance, the money issues, the conversation issues, well, it hasn't been easy. But we don't think any relationship is a bed of roses. We take the good, and the bad, and we still love each other. Through this love we have grown stronger. We have learned from each other. We have taken our relationship beyond the levels of just something we got 'off the internet'. Meeting was like a dream. I was absolutely on pins and needles. Seeing him though, only reinstated my previous feelings I had felt for him, and made them that much stronger. Love at first sight? Oh, it happened alright. We have shared so many times together. His presence completes me. The lost piece to my puzzle. The one thing that I can hold onto in this world. The one relationship I have ever felt love from. He loves me. Plain and simple. With my flaws and all. He sees the good in me, and I can see it in him. I have found my true connection. Without him, I'd simply be searching for something that couldn't give me what he gives me. It would only be false, and I know this to be of truth, because for once in my life, my heart feels what my head does, and their both in sync. I'm loving every minute of it. When you hear the proverbial warnings of finding anything reliable on the internet, scoff away the remarks. It can happen, it has happened. When you hear the woes of love tales gone sour, just know that love is alive. It is all around us, and it will find you when you least expect it. And in the last place you would ever think of finding it.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Monday, May 5, 2008
Dance Like No One's Watching
~Dance Like No One's Watching~
We convince ourselves that life will be better after we get married, have a baby, then another. Then we are frustrated that the kids aren't old enough and we'll be more content when they are.
After that we're frustrated that we have teenagers to deal with, we will certainly be happy when they are out of that stage.
We tell ourselves that our life will be complete when our spouse gets his or her act together, when we get a nicer car, are able to go on a nice vacation, when we retire. The truth is there's no better time to be happy than right now. If not now, when?
Your life will always be filled with challenges. It's best to admit this to yourself and decide to be happy anyway. One of my favorite quotes comes from Alfred D Souza.
He said, "For a long time it had seemed to me that life was about to begin -real life. But there was always some obstacle in the way, something to be gotten through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served, a debt to be paid. Then life would begin. At last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life."
This perspective has helped me to see that there is no way to happiness. Happiness is the way, so, treasure every moment that you have. And treasure it more because you shared it with someone special, special enough to spend your time... and remember that time waits for no one.
So stop waiting until you finish school, until you go back to school, until you lose ten pounds, until you gain ten pounds, until you have kids, until your kids leave the house, until you start work, until you retire, until you get married, until you get divorced, until Friday night, until Sunday morning, until you get a new car or home, until your car or home is paid off, until spring, until summer, until fall, until winter, until you are off welfare, until the first or fifteenth, until your song comes on, until you've had a drink, until you've sobered up, until you die, until you are born again to decide that there is no better time than right now to be happy... Happiness is a journey, not a destination.
So, Work like you don't need money. Love like you've never been hurt and Dance Like no one's watching.
~Author Unknown~
We convince ourselves that life will be better after we get married, have a baby, then another. Then we are frustrated that the kids aren't old enough and we'll be more content when they are.
After that we're frustrated that we have teenagers to deal with, we will certainly be happy when they are out of that stage.
We tell ourselves that our life will be complete when our spouse gets his or her act together, when we get a nicer car, are able to go on a nice vacation, when we retire. The truth is there's no better time to be happy than right now. If not now, when?
Your life will always be filled with challenges. It's best to admit this to yourself and decide to be happy anyway. One of my favorite quotes comes from Alfred D Souza.
He said, "For a long time it had seemed to me that life was about to begin -real life. But there was always some obstacle in the way, something to be gotten through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served, a debt to be paid. Then life would begin. At last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life."
This perspective has helped me to see that there is no way to happiness. Happiness is the way, so, treasure every moment that you have. And treasure it more because you shared it with someone special, special enough to spend your time... and remember that time waits for no one.
So stop waiting until you finish school, until you go back to school, until you lose ten pounds, until you gain ten pounds, until you have kids, until your kids leave the house, until you start work, until you retire, until you get married, until you get divorced, until Friday night, until Sunday morning, until you get a new car or home, until your car or home is paid off, until spring, until summer, until fall, until winter, until you are off welfare, until the first or fifteenth, until your song comes on, until you've had a drink, until you've sobered up, until you die, until you are born again to decide that there is no better time than right now to be happy... Happiness is a journey, not a destination.
So, Work like you don't need money. Love like you've never been hurt and Dance Like no one's watching.
~Author Unknown~
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
What Is Love?
What Is Love?
by Steve Goodier
Diane Ackerman said, "Everyone admits that love is wonderful and necessary, yet no one agrees on just what it is." Over the years, I have been learning what it is.When I first got married, I wanted to show my love to my new wife. I was drawn to romantic stories like one from the time of Oliver Cromwell in England where a young soldier had been tried in military court and sentenced to death. He was to be shot at the "ringing of the curfew bell." His fiancée climbed up into the bell tower. Several hours before curfew time and tied herself to bell's huge clapper. At curfew time, when only muted sounds came out of the bell tower, Cromwell demanded to know why the bell was not ringing. His soldiers went to investigate and found the young woman cut and bleeding from being knocked back and forth against the great bell. They brought her down, and, the story goes, Cromwell was so impressed with her willingness to suffer in this way on behalf of someone she loved that he dismissed the soldier saying, "Curfew shall not ring tonight."That must be love, I thought! That was the kind of commitment I needed to make! I wanted to give my all. To tie myself to the bell for her. To die, if necessary, for her. To sacrifice myself on the altar of true love! I wanted her to know that I’d give it all up for her.But she never wanted me to die for her. Never! Clean the toilets, maybe, but never die. My commitment was to be shown in household chores! (I read that an exhaustive study showed that no woman ever shot her husband while he was doing dishes. What a relief. Washing dishes may lack inspiration, but at least it's safe...)I was never called upon to tie myself to the bell. But I was still called upon to show my love - in little ways, mostly.I was needed to comfort her before we were married when the doctor told her she could never have children…to hold her hand and tell her I wanted her more than I wanted a family.I was called upon to sit by her hospital bed after surgery and encourage her.I was called upon to hold her after her father died and let her cry.I was also called upon to carve out alone time with her as often as possible and to make sure my plans included her as well as me.I was never needed to prove my undying love through a glorious act of self-sacrifice. It was something I was required to do in little ways, through one small act of kindness at a time.And that, I've learned, is love.
by Steve Goodier
Diane Ackerman said, "Everyone admits that love is wonderful and necessary, yet no one agrees on just what it is." Over the years, I have been learning what it is.When I first got married, I wanted to show my love to my new wife. I was drawn to romantic stories like one from the time of Oliver Cromwell in England where a young soldier had been tried in military court and sentenced to death. He was to be shot at the "ringing of the curfew bell." His fiancée climbed up into the bell tower. Several hours before curfew time and tied herself to bell's huge clapper. At curfew time, when only muted sounds came out of the bell tower, Cromwell demanded to know why the bell was not ringing. His soldiers went to investigate and found the young woman cut and bleeding from being knocked back and forth against the great bell. They brought her down, and, the story goes, Cromwell was so impressed with her willingness to suffer in this way on behalf of someone she loved that he dismissed the soldier saying, "Curfew shall not ring tonight."That must be love, I thought! That was the kind of commitment I needed to make! I wanted to give my all. To tie myself to the bell for her. To die, if necessary, for her. To sacrifice myself on the altar of true love! I wanted her to know that I’d give it all up for her.But she never wanted me to die for her. Never! Clean the toilets, maybe, but never die. My commitment was to be shown in household chores! (I read that an exhaustive study showed that no woman ever shot her husband while he was doing dishes. What a relief. Washing dishes may lack inspiration, but at least it's safe...)I was never called upon to tie myself to the bell. But I was still called upon to show my love - in little ways, mostly.I was needed to comfort her before we were married when the doctor told her she could never have children…to hold her hand and tell her I wanted her more than I wanted a family.I was called upon to sit by her hospital bed after surgery and encourage her.I was called upon to hold her after her father died and let her cry.I was also called upon to carve out alone time with her as often as possible and to make sure my plans included her as well as me.I was never needed to prove my undying love through a glorious act of self-sacrifice. It was something I was required to do in little ways, through one small act of kindness at a time.And that, I've learned, is love.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Love Means
Love Means
by Unknown
(A girl and guy were speeding over 100 mph on a motorcycle)Girl: Slow down. I’m scared. Guy: No this is fun. Girl: No its not. Please, it’s too scary! Guy: Then tell me you love me. Girl: Fine, I love you. Slow down! Guy: Now give me a BIG hug. (Girl hugs him) Guy: Can u take my helmet off and put it on? It’s bugging me. In the paper the next day: A motorcycle had crashed into a building because of break failure. Two people were on the motorcycle, but only one survived. The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized that his breaks broke,but he didn't want to let the girl know. Instead, he had her say she loved him, felther hug one last time, then had her wear his helmet so she would live even though itmeant he would die.
by Unknown
(A girl and guy were speeding over 100 mph on a motorcycle)Girl: Slow down. I’m scared. Guy: No this is fun. Girl: No its not. Please, it’s too scary! Guy: Then tell me you love me. Girl: Fine, I love you. Slow down! Guy: Now give me a BIG hug. (Girl hugs him) Guy: Can u take my helmet off and put it on? It’s bugging me. In the paper the next day: A motorcycle had crashed into a building because of break failure. Two people were on the motorcycle, but only one survived. The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized that his breaks broke,but he didn't want to let the girl know. Instead, he had her say she loved him, felther hug one last time, then had her wear his helmet so she would live even though itmeant he would die.
The Salty Coffee
The Salty Coffee
by Unknown
He met her at a party. She was so outstanding, many guys chasing after her, while he was so normal, nobody paid attention to him.At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised but due to being polite, she promised. They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, and she thought to herself, "Please, let me go home..."Suddenly he asked the waiter, "Would you please give me some salt? I'd like to put it in my coffee." Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red but still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it. She asked him curiously, "Why you have this hobby?" He replied, "When I was a little boy, I lived near the sea, I liked playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who are still living there." While saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched. That's his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can tell out his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home, has responsibility of home... Then she also started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family.That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story. They continued to date. She found that actually he was a man who meets all her demands; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful. He was such a good person but she almost missed him! Thanks to his salty coffee! Then the story was just like every beautiful love story, the princess married to the prince, and then they were living the happy life... And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee, as she knew that's the way he liked it.After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said, "My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life's lie. This was the only lie I said to you---the salty coffee. Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt. It was hard for me to change so I just went ahead. I never thought that could be the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie to you for anything... Now I'm dying, I afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth, I don't like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste... But I have had the salty coffee for my whole life! Since I knew you, I never feel sorry for anything I do for you. Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second time, still want to know you and have you for my whole life, even though I have to drink the salty coffee again."Her tears made the letter totally wet. Someday, someone asked her, "What's the taste of salty coffee?" She replied, "It's sweet.
"love is not to forget but to forgive, not to see but understand, not to hear but to listen, not to let go but HOLD ON"!!!!
by Unknown
He met her at a party. She was so outstanding, many guys chasing after her, while he was so normal, nobody paid attention to him.At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised but due to being polite, she promised. They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, and she thought to herself, "Please, let me go home..."Suddenly he asked the waiter, "Would you please give me some salt? I'd like to put it in my coffee." Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red but still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it. She asked him curiously, "Why you have this hobby?" He replied, "When I was a little boy, I lived near the sea, I liked playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who are still living there." While saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched. That's his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can tell out his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home, has responsibility of home... Then she also started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family.That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story. They continued to date. She found that actually he was a man who meets all her demands; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful. He was such a good person but she almost missed him! Thanks to his salty coffee! Then the story was just like every beautiful love story, the princess married to the prince, and then they were living the happy life... And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee, as she knew that's the way he liked it.After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said, "My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life's lie. This was the only lie I said to you---the salty coffee. Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt. It was hard for me to change so I just went ahead. I never thought that could be the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie to you for anything... Now I'm dying, I afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth, I don't like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste... But I have had the salty coffee for my whole life! Since I knew you, I never feel sorry for anything I do for you. Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second time, still want to know you and have you for my whole life, even though I have to drink the salty coffee again."Her tears made the letter totally wet. Someday, someone asked her, "What's the taste of salty coffee?" She replied, "It's sweet.
"love is not to forget but to forgive, not to see but understand, not to hear but to listen, not to let go but HOLD ON"!!!!
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Love's story
Love's story
Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all of the others including Love. One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all repaired their boats and left. Love wanted to persevere until the last possible moment. When the island was almost sinking, Love decided to ask for help. Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said, "Richness, can you take me with you?" Richness answered, "No, I can't. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place here for you.Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel, "Vanity, please help me!" "I can't help you Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat." Vanity answered.Sadness was close by so Love asked for help, "Sadness, let me go with you." "Oh....Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!"Happiness passed by Love too, but he was so happy that she did not even hear when Love called her!Suddenly, there was a voice, "Come Love, I will take you." It was an elder. Love felt so blessed and overjoyed that he even forgot to ask the elder his name. When they arrived at dry land, the elder went his own way.Love realizing how much he owed the elder and asked Knowledge, another elder, "Who helped me?" "It was Time," Knowledge answered. "Time?" asked Love. "But why did Time help me?" Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered, "Because, only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is."
Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all of the others including Love. One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all repaired their boats and left. Love wanted to persevere until the last possible moment. When the island was almost sinking, Love decided to ask for help. Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said, "Richness, can you take me with you?" Richness answered, "No, I can't. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place here for you.Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel, "Vanity, please help me!" "I can't help you Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat." Vanity answered.Sadness was close by so Love asked for help, "Sadness, let me go with you." "Oh....Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!"Happiness passed by Love too, but he was so happy that she did not even hear when Love called her!Suddenly, there was a voice, "Come Love, I will take you." It was an elder. Love felt so blessed and overjoyed that he even forgot to ask the elder his name. When they arrived at dry land, the elder went his own way.Love realizing how much he owed the elder and asked Knowledge, another elder, "Who helped me?" "It was Time," Knowledge answered. "Time?" asked Love. "But why did Time help me?" Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered, "Because, only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is."
Monday, April 7, 2008
Me, My wife and My Girlfriend
Me, My wife and My Girlfriend
It's really worth a readJ beautiful…
Ours was a love marriage. Akshara is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. I was bowled over by her looks, the very first time I saw her. Actually, we never fell in love, it just happened between us. And as every love story would have it, our parents never accepted our love as both of us hailed from highly orthodox families but from different castes.
'21st century and you still believe in caste system…' I argued.
'Computer age… space age… and man is breaking all the boundaries… Why not we…' She argued.
'21st century or 35th century… woman will always give birth to a child. A computer can't do the same. Some traditions and customs need to be followed' they argued.
Nevertheless these arguments continued for a few months before they finally succumbed to our obstinacy. A day which will be remembered as a triumph of love breaking the age old shackles of orthodoxies.
It all started off well, in fact too good to be described in words, our married life. Slowly we forgot the hard times we had been through and squabbles crept in between me and Akshara. At the tip of the iceberg, we knew they were petty quarrels, but what brew beneath the surface was more than that. Ego clashes. Neither of us was ready to confront to the other and ditch our ego.
Years passed and these quarrels became bigger and bigger. If we approached the elders, we knew that they would mock at us, saying that it's our mistake to go for a love marriage. For every petty thing, Akshara would make a fuss out of it. Ofcourse I am a man, I should also do my part. If she can do it 99% well, I should do it 99.1% well.
At the peak of this situation when she was getting onto my nerves, I found a friend, in fact a very close friend in the form of Apoorva. She was 18 years old. I started to confide my problems created by my wife as well as me myself, in her. She always suggested me to be sublime. Ofcourse she's also a girl.
As days passed by, I began to get closer to her. She's more beautiful than my wife, yeah, nothing's wrong in thinking like that. Akshara's image transmogrified into a demon, from an angel. Akshara, my beautiful Akshara looks like a demon… Apoorva's influence, perhaps yes.
I slowly avoided quarrels with Akshara. Whenever she fought or shouted at me, I used to smile at her. I used to hold her cheeks and pinch them or slightly knock her on her head. She was even more angered with this nonchalant behavior of mine.
'You should see her face grow red in anger' I would tell Apoorva and she would literally roll on the bed laughing.
'Aren't you lucky to have Akshara in your life? Have you forgotten the fight you put for marrying her?' And so on, Apoorva asked me. 'But you are more important to me that her, you have made my life even more beautiful than what she's done' I told her.
She looked at me angrily and threw away the book which she was reading at me. 'What's the guarantee that you wouldn't feel the same way about me?' She was furious, 'The lone reason why I hate you males is because of this. You are always behind a girl or a woman and once your desires are fulfilled and you are bored of her or you fight with her for whatever reasons, you see in another girl, a friend…'
'If you have ever tried to convince your wife regarding the same, perhaps you wouldn't have fought with her so much. A clap is a result of two hands. A single palm alone can't produce it. Both of you are equally responsible for any kind of fight between you.'
'Go and convince your wife. Live with her happily ever after. Don't run behind girls like this. Not everyone will be worried like me.' She went on saying.
And I started to laugh. 'When I am saying serious stuff, you are always cool. Why aren't you the same with Akshara?'
'Hmm... I don't know… whenever I see her I feel like whacking her properly on her butt and make her set alright… Except for one thing she ruined my life…' I said with a grin on my face.
'What if she says the same...' Apoorva asked me. And my face turned pale. 'I have provided her all that she wanted. I have never scolded her wantedly...' before she interrupted. 'Believe me, she's never the done the same too...'
'Go to her... speak to her properly, and believe me life will never be the same again. You would enjoy each and every minute with her...' she said.
'I will get married soon. Then who will tell you and take care of you...' Apoorva said. Apoorva, an important girl in my life. More important than my wife and the thought that she's gonna get married wrenched my heart. 'Who will be there for me...' I asked her when she opened my wallet and showed me a picture, the photo of my wife Akshara.
Three years later, at the local airport, Apoorva was going to US after her marriage. Akshara was talking to her and me talking to her husband.
'Dad and mom, I will miss you both a lot' Apoorva said. And she came and hugged me. 'Don't scold mom, ok, you are a rogue, I know that, and mommy, if he does anything stupid you gimme a call. I will take care of it...' she said.
I kissed on her forehead and bade bye to our good daughter who taught me many things, even when my heart sank
It's really worth a readJ beautiful…
Ours was a love marriage. Akshara is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. I was bowled over by her looks, the very first time I saw her. Actually, we never fell in love, it just happened between us. And as every love story would have it, our parents never accepted our love as both of us hailed from highly orthodox families but from different castes.
'21st century and you still believe in caste system…' I argued.
'Computer age… space age… and man is breaking all the boundaries… Why not we…' She argued.
'21st century or 35th century… woman will always give birth to a child. A computer can't do the same. Some traditions and customs need to be followed' they argued.
Nevertheless these arguments continued for a few months before they finally succumbed to our obstinacy. A day which will be remembered as a triumph of love breaking the age old shackles of orthodoxies.
It all started off well, in fact too good to be described in words, our married life. Slowly we forgot the hard times we had been through and squabbles crept in between me and Akshara. At the tip of the iceberg, we knew they were petty quarrels, but what brew beneath the surface was more than that. Ego clashes. Neither of us was ready to confront to the other and ditch our ego.
Years passed and these quarrels became bigger and bigger. If we approached the elders, we knew that they would mock at us, saying that it's our mistake to go for a love marriage. For every petty thing, Akshara would make a fuss out of it. Ofcourse I am a man, I should also do my part. If she can do it 99% well, I should do it 99.1% well.
At the peak of this situation when she was getting onto my nerves, I found a friend, in fact a very close friend in the form of Apoorva. She was 18 years old. I started to confide my problems created by my wife as well as me myself, in her. She always suggested me to be sublime. Ofcourse she's also a girl.
As days passed by, I began to get closer to her. She's more beautiful than my wife, yeah, nothing's wrong in thinking like that. Akshara's image transmogrified into a demon, from an angel. Akshara, my beautiful Akshara looks like a demon… Apoorva's influence, perhaps yes.
I slowly avoided quarrels with Akshara. Whenever she fought or shouted at me, I used to smile at her. I used to hold her cheeks and pinch them or slightly knock her on her head. She was even more angered with this nonchalant behavior of mine.
'You should see her face grow red in anger' I would tell Apoorva and she would literally roll on the bed laughing.
'Aren't you lucky to have Akshara in your life? Have you forgotten the fight you put for marrying her?' And so on, Apoorva asked me. 'But you are more important to me that her, you have made my life even more beautiful than what she's done' I told her.
She looked at me angrily and threw away the book which she was reading at me. 'What's the guarantee that you wouldn't feel the same way about me?' She was furious, 'The lone reason why I hate you males is because of this. You are always behind a girl or a woman and once your desires are fulfilled and you are bored of her or you fight with her for whatever reasons, you see in another girl, a friend…'
'If you have ever tried to convince your wife regarding the same, perhaps you wouldn't have fought with her so much. A clap is a result of two hands. A single palm alone can't produce it. Both of you are equally responsible for any kind of fight between you.'
'Go and convince your wife. Live with her happily ever after. Don't run behind girls like this. Not everyone will be worried like me.' She went on saying.
And I started to laugh. 'When I am saying serious stuff, you are always cool. Why aren't you the same with Akshara?'
'Hmm... I don't know… whenever I see her I feel like whacking her properly on her butt and make her set alright… Except for one thing she ruined my life…' I said with a grin on my face.
'What if she says the same...' Apoorva asked me. And my face turned pale. 'I have provided her all that she wanted. I have never scolded her wantedly...' before she interrupted. 'Believe me, she's never the done the same too...'
'Go to her... speak to her properly, and believe me life will never be the same again. You would enjoy each and every minute with her...' she said.
'I will get married soon. Then who will tell you and take care of you...' Apoorva said. Apoorva, an important girl in my life. More important than my wife and the thought that she's gonna get married wrenched my heart. 'Who will be there for me...' I asked her when she opened my wallet and showed me a picture, the photo of my wife Akshara.
Three years later, at the local airport, Apoorva was going to US after her marriage. Akshara was talking to her and me talking to her husband.
'Dad and mom, I will miss you both a lot' Apoorva said. And she came and hugged me. 'Don't scold mom, ok, you are a rogue, I know that, and mommy, if he does anything stupid you gimme a call. I will take care of it...' she said.
I kissed on her forehead and bade bye to our good daughter who taught me many things, even when my heart sank
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