It was so like him to
start flirting at that very instant. We have been exchanging messages for some
months now. But this was the first time that we were talking on phone. Only at
my hello and the few words of greeting, he commented, “Your voice is like music
to my ears.” Who’ll not think he was flirting? Only it wasn’t true. Years later
when I could believe when he repeated those words, he mentioned that he had
actually meant those words even then. He had been loving me ever since, only I
took time to realize it..
Wednesday, 2 November 2011
Tuesday, 1 November 2011
#234 …when you see beyond physical beauty.
A young couple decided to
get married. Some months before their wedding, the bride met an accident and
her face got completely disfigured.
"I can't marry you,” she wrote to her fiance. “I will stay sharp and ugly forever. Find yourself another beautiful young woman as you deserve. I'm not worthy of you anymore!"
Few days later she received this answer from her fiancé -
"Whoever is truly shameful is me, I thrust in that following to eye disease, the doctor just told me that I will stay blind! If despite this, you want to accept me, I still want to marry you! "
They got married at that time, the fiance was totally blind. They lived 20 years in joy and understanding. She was his guide and became his eyes and light. One day, she became seriously ill and was dying. She regretted living him alone in the darkness. The day she died, he opened his eyes to the astonishment of all.
"I was not blind,” he said. “I pretended that I was blind, for distressed her in the thought that I will see her face disfigured.”
"I can't marry you,” she wrote to her fiance. “I will stay sharp and ugly forever. Find yourself another beautiful young woman as you deserve. I'm not worthy of you anymore!"
Few days later she received this answer from her fiancé -
"Whoever is truly shameful is me, I thrust in that following to eye disease, the doctor just told me that I will stay blind! If despite this, you want to accept me, I still want to marry you! "
They got married at that time, the fiance was totally blind. They lived 20 years in joy and understanding. She was his guide and became his eyes and light. One day, she became seriously ill and was dying. She regretted living him alone in the darkness. The day she died, he opened his eyes to the astonishment of all.
"I was not blind,” he said. “I pretended that I was blind, for distressed her in the thought that I will see her face disfigured.”
#233 …when u believe in deciding on what is correct instead of finding out who is right.
I was tensed since morning. I was about to invite
Atharva to meet my parents. Though he was the man of my heart, he was
definitely not of the gentlemen league. We have planned this evening for years
and argued as much. He was right I agree, but sometimes that’s not the only
parameter that matters. As I let out my plan to him, I had my fingers crossed.
For once I wanted him to do what was correct instead on harping on who was
right. To my astonishment, he agreed. Though I didn’t need it, yet he proved it
- His undying love for me.
Monday, 31 October 2011
#232 …when you let him put onion in his sandwich.
Oh! Here again..
Reading about the soaring prices of onion in the
newspaper brought thoughts that had been pushed in some dark corners of my mind
way back. Couldn’t help smiling and then smirking – as if I could smell his
breath now.
Gaurav’s thoughts came tumbling in my mind. We
would so often fight on his eating onion with all meals. I hated that foul
smell that entered my nostrils when he neared me after devouring those
innocent-looking onions. I would shout, abuse – all in good humor and even bar
him from eating it next time. But the very next morning it was I who would put
Onion slices in his sandwich. I once again smiled. Tears rolled down my cheeks. No not from the bitterness of the onion in newspaper, but from the memories that had just overtaken my mind. I closed my eyes and prayed to god – I promise not to create fuss even when he
eats onion. Just send him back. Soon!
#231 …when you wanna cry on your best friend’s shoulder.
I am glad for being blessed with friends like
Dhairya – my best friend. Ever since Smita came into my life I had been
ignoring him and others. He never questioned, never complained. Heard when I
wanted to vent out, kept out when I wanted privacy, loved me when I needed him.
When Smita moved to Jaipur yesterday, I never thought I’ll think of her so
much. Only when Dhairya confronted me and I broke down on his shoulders that I
realized I had special feelings for her. Imagine a man crying! I don’t remember
crying in ages but this was different. I am glad I had something I could cry for.
Sunday, 30 October 2011
#230 …when it wipes out all sense of time, destroying all memory of a beginning and all fear of an end.
The clock always ticked.. It mattered one time.. I
was always in a hurry.. Multitasking, running, planning ahead, competing, and
god know what.. But today its different.. I have lost all sense of time.. There’s
no fear of the end anymore.. No memories of the past.. I wanna live in
Present.. Just as it is.. Forever.. And ever..
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