Love at its best

A strange feeling love is. You cannot live without it; neither can you run away from it. It is blind and can conquer any heart, but at the same time can bleed a lot many. It can heal any wound which was caused by love itself. We all curse it for following us and breaking our hearts, but the truth is that we run in search of love. It just listens to our call.

Jessica loved Tom more than her life. And so did Tom. They were complete opposites. He believed in a practical relation, while she believed in a romantic one. She believed in letting him know every single detail in her life, be it important or not, while he believed in keeping the conversations short. She believed in keeping him above everyone, probably even herself, while he believed in giving it time. But there was a difference. She doubted if the relation would last, while he was sure it would. Despite her being the romantic freak and the annoying bug, he kept it alive. She knew he loved her, because regardless of him not giving the relation much time, he valued it. “I love you a lot. I don’t know why I am behaving like this and I know I am not treating you and this relation well. But please do not leave me.” Those were his words to her that kept it alive. That made her believe that it would work, no matter how little time he gives her, because he would definitely run to her at the end of the day.

Ruby loved Jack. But so did she love Daniel. She loved the humourous Jack. She loved him for his strong wit, and a beautiful body. She loved him for the surprises he surprised her with every weekend. On the other hand, she loved Daniel for the sweet nothings he told her through his ‘talkative’ eyes on their romantic dinner dates. She loved the romance she shared with him, and the time he gave the relation. She loved him for understanding her so well, while she loved Jack for beating up the ‘gundas’ when they tried touching her one night. She loved the toughness in Jack, while she loved the serenity and calmness in Daniel. Did she wish she could get one of them with all the qualities, including those of the other? No. Because then they wouldn’t be Jack and Daniel.

They were more than sisters. They loved spending time with each other. Who would understand you better than a person who undergoes the same problems and worries as you? I guess that is what brought in love between Stella and Rose. They went to class together, rode home together, and shared their worries with one another, providing a caring shoulder to cry on. They offered each other with solutions to their problems, while making dinner together. They loved each other, despite the nasty stares from the neighbourhood. They understood each other better than anyone of the owners of those stares, so who would care about them?

Love is definitely strange. It could happen between complete opposites, people of the same sex, people with whom you used to hate detest till date, people you never wanted to even stand next to, an elder guy, younger guy, more than one person. It just happens. What matters is how true you are to the relation. It is not the time you give the person, though it is of very much importance, but if at the end of the day you think of each other before closing those tired eyes, I believe love is strong between the two of you. If you can pass through all the rough times and fights strong and with each other again, you have a strong love going on my dear!

Something I have always believed in

A Letter to Juliet

Dear Juliet,
I loved him, or rather I still love him.
I love him a lot.
He was, or I would prefer is my life.
I learnt what true love meant through him.
His care reminded me of my father, since I lost mine long back.
When I was happy, he doubled it.
When I was sad, he lessened it.
When I was sick, he caressed me with his soft touch and care.
He was never possessive nor jealous, neither was I.
He never opposed my wishes, bringing my dreams to reality.
It has been 20 long, silent years since he left  me,
To save this country, on the army grounds.
He is away from me, but never too far away for me to miss him.
I feel his love, as strong and true like before.
Wherever he may  be, I just want him to know,
That I loved him, or rather still love him.

Love,
His 'love'

The Ladies Coupe'

I am sorry to disappoint all my readers, because this is not a book review of ‘Ladies Coupe’. This is my experience in a ladies coupe. And there were more than five ladies in the compartment. A lot more.

I was off to visit my uncle’s place from college with two of my friends. All the other compartments were jet packed, thanks to the bi-elections about to happen in Tamil Nadu. So we thought we would get into the ladies compartment, in spite of the Soumya murder case. We were quite pleased we did that. Or at least I was.

There is always that sincere, loving and caring smile on a lady’s face when she sees a member of the same sex. Probably because only a lady understands another’s worries and pain. Or maybe, it is just because it saves them from the usual stare they get from the opposite gender. And so there were several sincere smiles at us, greeting us like we were their long lost child, providing us with the tiny little gap between them and the nearby lady to let us sit. They spoke to us like we had left their homes for the day and we were back together and were filling each other with the day’s work and fun. Personally, I felt like I was at home talking to my mother or grandmom. I felt at home.

Even the vendor lady busy selling vegetables were smiling at us. Trust me, that is not an everyday sight. She was sure to have a huge money to care back home in the ladies coupe. I loved the journey in the special compartment reserved for us ladies, and given a chance again I would probably visit my fellow ‘travellers’ soon! 

If this is the only way....

You were there for me when the world walked away,
You made me laugh when I forgot what laughter meant,
You stood by me when the world pointed fingers at me,
You understood me more than I have understood myself,
But you have changed,
I don't know why, I don't know when,
You seemed to enjoy seeing me cry,
You provide me with no love nor care,
I crave for some love from you,
I crave for some words from you,
And now it seems to be too wounded,
That they do not make any difference to me,
I love you a lot,
But if this is the only way to it,
Then so be it.


The words don't rhyme, the words don't sing. But I felt like writing it, so be it

Fairytales Come True

Remember when we were little, and we wanted to be like Cinderella or Snow White, or at least like Red Riding Hood? Or at least I wanted to. I used to read over the stories a hundered times, but would still not have enough of dreaming, of being as beautiful as any one of them, or marry the way they had. That was probably one of the reasons I wanted to marry. Though, they do not make any difference to my present decision of not marrying, unfortunately to my parents. Never the less, would Kate Middleton, or should I say Duchess Kate Middleton and Jetsun Pema a.k.a Queen Jetson Pema have thought that they would be marrying a Prince? An actual Prince! You know, like the huge mansion, loads of flowing money, guards on their toes waiting for you to just snap your fingers, and voila they are right in front of you, surrounded by people who know you and respect you. Well I do believe that you gain respect for what you do and not literally for who you are. But imagine.. Just imagine!!

How would life be for them now? With all the responsibilities of carrying the huge crown of being called the Princess of a country, and not being able to go to any place without securities following you or people pointing and whispering, “Ah there is the Princess”, I wonder how life would be. Now that is what I call a transformation. From a normal next door girl, to a nation’s queen!!

Another very important thing, I can now type without looking into the keyboard. Something I have been dying to achieve. Yahoooooooo!!!!!!!!!!

Yeh hai meri kahani

I ogled at the baby placed in my hands. His round-black-innocent eyes, dusky coloured skin, curly jet-black hair, rosy pink lips curled one on top of the other reminded me of the rhyme I learnt when I was a year or two older than this baby. He looked at me with an intense stare and his lips curved to form a smile, which I knew would remind me in the worst of worst moments that it would be ok. I held him tight and kept my little finger in his tiny hands, and closed my eyes and said promised, “chahe kuch bhi ho jaaye mein yeh haath nahi chodunga.”  

Three years had passed since Rahul was placed in my hands. But I never had a moment where I did not keep my promise. Be it day or the worst nights, I always had him by my side, reminding me with that beautiful smile of his that it would be ok. Probably he wouldn’t calm me with the same smile once he grew up and realized what his mother did for a living, but I hope he would understand.

I was a graduate student. I completed my graduation in a very reputed college next to my village. I was a bright and ambitious student, may be if I wasn’t I wouldn’t have had this fate. A man came home, one day, and asked my mother, “kya aap apni neti ko kaam ke silsile mein Mumbai bechna chaathi ho?” My eyes would have nearly pumped out of my face, but thankfully they didn’t. My mother, unlike the others in the village, did not believe in getting her daughter married right after her studies. She wanted her daughter to work and earn money, before she could get her married off. Maybe if she followed the other women in the village, I would have been in some safe home, making dal and paratha.

I was called off from my past with a loud knock on my door. I opened it to a man in his early 40’s, who was drunk and barely in his senses.

Man: “Jaldi karo, mujhe zyada waqy nahi hai.”

"Kya aap shadi shuda ho?”

Man: “Haan. lekin use teri kya lena dena? jaldi karo varna mein kissi aur ka paas ka ja ongi. Bahut paise denge. Aa ja randi.”

With a sigh, knowing someday I would be the cause for the loss of his marriage, I agreed. Only to feed Rahul.

Sheela was a prostitute, by fate. The man who had taken her to Mumbai, was part of a sex racket, and had brought her over to sell her. She had no other go but to continue with her profession, since she had no other option to feed her son, Rahul. There are thousands and millions of Sheela's out there, and it is high time that they got the respect they deserved. They are in this profession because they have no other alternative. Provide them with one, and I am sure they would be more than happy and grateful to do a wonderful job out of it.

All characters in this story are of my creation. I had no intentions of narrating anyone's story or life. Any coincidence is purely fictitious.

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2011- A Love Story

The trees seemed to move faster. So did the cows, unaware she guessed, busy grazing on the grass. She felt as if she was moving faster than the chirping birds, busy finding its way through the serene blue clouds. Jennifer a.k.a Jenny was lost in the scenery beyond that she was ignorant about the fight happening on the other side of her seat, in the train.

She was lost in her dreams. Lost in Akshay’s dreams. The love of her life. They had a perfect college love story, until they parted their ways to earn some money before they could put their feet on the next step, marriage. But, most of their money went on talking to each other on the phone or net. Love was indeed costly, she guessed. On her way to Delhi, to give Akshay a surprise visit, Jenny is now recalling the beginning of her new life. Her life with Akshay.

Both of them set eyes on each other, on the first day of college. Surprisingly, they were in the same class with the very same subjects. They got to know each other, and voila, love happened. They spent every possible second with each other, getting to know each other a bit more than before. They realized that love was not about possessiveness or jealousy. They fought with each other only to end in a tight hug and sweet kiss. Not one person in town had a bad thing to tell about either one of them or their relationship.

Travelling in her train, she was anxious in meeting him. In surprising him. She had said she would be off on an official trip, but little did he know that she was busy planning on blowing him off with a surprise visit on their 4^th anniversary. She knew he would not remember, but she was not new to it. She dreamt of him, of the time when they would be together, of the expression on his face when he saw her. She dreamt of his soft touch and his smoothing kiss. She dreamt of his caring, understanding and loving nature that never failed to make her skip a beat. She loved him. A bit more, each day.

As she got down from the auto, in front of his apartment, she was a bit nervous. She did not know why, but she felt an uneasiness she never felt before seeing him. She climbed up the stairs to calm herself down. She felt lucky to have a spare key to his home, as this would provide a better edge to her surprise. She opened the door with a fast beating heart and went on to his bedroom. She felt her heart skip a double beat at what she saw. He was on the bed with another girl. Both seemed to love each other a lot, or so their embrace explained. She felt tears fill her eyes and her mouth short of sound. She felt a combination of anger and sadness. She felt broken.

She ran back to the station, with a very heavy heart and filled eyes. Sitting on a chair, she covered her face with her hands. When suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder. She felt it was Akshay’s hand. Or hoped. She did not know why she hoped for it, but she did. But she was wrong. She looked at his eyes, who was Sanjay. He saw her crying and came over to help her out. She felt in need for some love and care. They spoke, and voila started Jenny’s new life.

Has love actually been so easy? Has it lost its essence and meaning? Has it been so easy to start a new relation, on the break of another? What happened to all the anxiety, dreaming, day dreaming? What happened to that love?

P.S: All characters in the story are purely fictional. Any resemblance to anyone, is purely coincidental J