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She sighed. The rain rapped at
her door panes like memories were tapping in her mind. She couldn’t stop but
remember all the moments they spent together and all the moments they didn’t.
She opened the balcony door and let the rain drench her. The force of the
incoming rain was in rhythm with the force of her nostalgia. She remembered
rain more differently before when there were still reasons to smile, reasons to
love and reasons to enjoy rain.
Words of their conversations kept
coming back to her in rapid speed. She remembered every moment. The day he
proposed ….
“My Dear Sanjana, my love.
I never thought I would ever meet a person in my life who will be center of my
thoughts, desires and dreams. And then I met you, I fell in love with you and I
am happy with you. And I want to spend my whole life trying to make you as
happy as I am. Will you marry me”
He had gotten down on one knee,
in a crowded dining room and said those beautiful words of love. She cried from
joy that day while she accepted his proposal. They were married in few months after that.
She sighed and closed her eyes.
She lost count of the tears which spilled out of her and mixed with the rain.
She took a step forward, allowing the rain to fully engulf her in itself. As if
she is challenging the rain to wash away all her memories and make it a clean
slate. So that she can’t suffer any more from the memories bombarding her
consciousness. The coldness of the rain was no match to the chill which ran
through her spine remembering all those fights, all those hurtful words which
they hurled at each other without any regard. The times when he was
unreasonable.
“This is ridiculous, I can’t
keep up with this. Are you seriously suggesting that your friends are more
important for you than me Sathish. Is that it, is that the place you give me in
your life…
Am not talking ridiculous
Sanju, it’s you who is talking rubbish; I didn’t demean you in any way. But I
have already made plans with my friends and I just can’t change it at the last
minute.
Sameer am not asking you to
go on a shopping trip with me. Tomorrow is my parent’s anniversary and I want
you to be here so that I can invite them to dinner…..”
But her mind was not biased as
her heart so it reminded her of the days when she was unreasonable.
“Oh my god, I cant believe
you are the same person I married. You know you have changed a lot, there were
times when you used to go out of your way to make me happy and now you cant have
a romantic dinner on Valentine’s day with me???.
Sanju, please understand
its not that I don’t want to do all that. But I really have a very important
meeting today and I cant be home before 10.
You know what Sameer why do
you bother to come home, stay at your office only. Happy Valentine’s day”
That day Sameer had stayed at his
friend’s place and didn’t come home. She remembered after that Valentine’s Day
was always a sore spot for them.
The rain had mercilessly drenched
her from head to toe like her memories. Things escalated to such a degree that
after 5 years of marriage, there finally came a day when he had walked out of
the house with his things saying he can’t stay with her anymore. And she didn’t
stop him that day. It was another Valentine’s Day. The day when the whole world
forgot their complaints and expressed love was the day when her marriage broke
into pieces.
It had been a whole year after
that day, but both had not leaned towards each other to talk about themselves
or talk about each other. Finally their friends and family had urged them to
consider either reconciliation or divorce.
She walked back into the house
and sat down on the dining table chair, held her head in her hands and thought
“Divorce??”. She didn’t know how did she start to cry, but in sometime gut
wrenching sobs were being pulled out of her. She didn’t know for how long she
sat there crying her heart out. Like her body was physically trying to push out
all her memories from her. By the time she revived enough to look up and
realize where she was, the rain had dulled and so had her nostalgia.
She got up, but it seemed like
all the life energy from body had seeped out. She felt like she had no will,
energy or reason to live or love. She dragged her feet towards her bedroom,
changed her dress and started to dry her long hair. Her hair, the first thing
he had said when they met for the first time was ..
“Excuse me, I am sorry to
bother you, but I had to tell you. You have got the most beautiful hair I have
ever seen”. His eyes had a naughty twinkle in them, but his face was serious.
When she smiled at him, he had smiled back and his smile was radiant. It lit up
his whole face and made everybody smile back at him.
As soon as she smiled, he
had sighed dramatically and had said “Oh thank god, I was convinced you would
slap me for that comment. You see all my friends who are standing there told me
not to approach you and say it” he grinned back at her. She had looked at his
friends, who were still wondering what was happening and she had said “Well
every girl likes compliments. Thank you”. When she turned to leave with her
friends, he had called again “Hey, this may be totally inappropriate but would
you like to have coffee with me??”
She had looked at him with
surprise and said “See am here with my friends and I don’t even know you..
so….”
He immediately saw her friends
and said with a wishful voice “Oh your friends are also invited. Please have
coffee with me.. I mean us.. lets all of us have coffee together”
That was their first meeting. An impulsive
coffee with a total stranger had led to the greatest experience of her life.
She was sitting on her bed lost
in the thought, she started to dry her hair again and walked over to switch on
the TV. The presenter with the chirpy voice was wishing everybody Happy
Valentine’s day. As soon as she heard it she sharply turned towards the TV and
thought “Today is Valentine’s day??. Oh my god.” She sat down with shock and
realization. She didn’t want to hear anything more on Valentine’s day so she
switched the channels and Lata Mangeshkar’s melodious voice wafted through it
“Tere bina zindagi se koi
shikwa toh nehin… shikwa nehin
Tere bina zindagi bhi lekin
zindagi toh nehin .. zindagi nehin…”
She just sat there in trance
listening to the song, as if it was directed towards her. Like somebody was
singing the song which her heart was humming all along.
As the song ended, her mood was
getting much better. She urged herself to calm down and see positive things in
her life. But for every good thing in her life, the loss of her love seemed
much bigger.
She thought about all those
lovely times they had with each other, the way he pampered her with midnight ice-cream
treats, the way he used to order her favorite appetizer without fail every time
they went to that Italian restaurant, the way he hugged her before walking out
of the door to go to office. All those small small things he adjusted in his
life to make her more comfortable, now there seemed like the things which she
should have given more importance.
That small, reasonable voice inside her which
she had silenced two years back was gaining its voice again. It was saying her
to see all the good things which made her fall in love with him in the first
place, it made her see that all the "irritatingly" were the same which never
bothered her before. It was forcing her to face the other side of the looking
glass and to realize that, all these days what she thought she felt was incomplete without
the knowledge of the other side. She got up with a new thought. Her eyes were
twinkling when she thought. “Love is not meant to be conquered, it is
meant to be shared. Who said Valentine’day is only about expressing love, it is
also about regaining back the lost love.”
She knew she had to try once to
forget all the bitter moments and urge Sameer to see the love they always had
for each other. Because she realized that no matter how much they fought with
each other, they never stopped loving. And she was realizing this now. She
thought with a smile “Better late than never”.
She didn’t want to lose the love
of her life and she knew for sure that he was the love of her life. No matter
all the small small things which irritated her about him, but she was sure
there were hundreds of those in her to irritate him. She wanted to give one try
to gain him back, then she thought with
conviction, “no, not once, I will try till he sees that he also
loves me as I love him”
With every new thought, there was
new spring in her step. She got ready at breakneck speed and opened her door to
walk out and she sighed.
There he was, Sameer walking from
her gate to his car, still trying to decide what to do, how to do. Tears sprung
from her eyes of their own accord. She was not alone in wanting this to work
and in the coming years she swore that at that moment she loved him more than
ever in her life.
She pulled the door to close
sharply behind her and he looked up at her at that noise and he sighed with a
smile. After that nobody kept track of who took the first step towards each
other, they only knew that they were hugging each other saying sorry and I love
you.
"After that nobody kept track of who took the first step towards each other, they only knew that they were hugging each other saying sorry and I love you"
ReplyDeletethanks madam, hope every love story should end up like this in happy ending.
First thing first, I shall thank you for your narration and simple language usage, even I can read it out and enjoy the essence of the articles.
Can, we expect some write ups in Kannada too... pl. :)
"Tum bhi chalo hum bhi chale chalthee rahe zindagi.. " This should be the mantra for the successful and happy life. We should allow heart to take the first step out..not the legs. Superbly conveying the message that pain will be there all the time whether the moment is filled with sad or happy, but how we separate good with sad or sad with good is the essence of the life. Neat, but effective way of putting the message in the undercurrent way just like Saraswati flows with Ganga & Jamuna in the triveni sangama ..
ReplyDeleteHats off to Nivi special on a valentine....!!!
Nivi, sooper... for long a didnt see many of the blogs including my own... ofcourse of the English blogs...only a very few..I long to see. I see that your gripping story telling finds a new way every time you produce a write-up.
ReplyDeleteThis para caught my attention for long for its deep expressive word composition....
That small, reasonable voice inside her which she had silenced two years back was gaining its voice again. It was saying her to see all the good things which made her fall in love with him in the first place, it made her see that all the irritatingly were the same things which never bothered her before. It was forcing her to face the other side of the looking glass and to realize that, all these days what she thought she felt was incomplete without the knowledge of the other side. She got up with a new thought. Her eyes were twinkling when she thought. “Love is not meant to be conquered, it is meant to be shared. Who said Valentine’day is only about expressing love, it is also about regaining back the lost love.”
Thanks :).... this para took a lot of time to write.. because i wanted it exactly how i thought the woman will feel
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