Finely Tuned

She sat by the window sill with her cup of steaming tea and looking at the pouring rain. She was happy. Happy with what she’d done. She knew this wasn’t the most ideal thing to do. But in her opinion, it was her best option. Rahul, her husband had no idea of what she had done. She was going to tell him today. They had always been honest with each other. Except this once.

He had been observing Diya, his beautiful wife. He knew her since a while now and knew something was wrong with her. She was physically perfect and her behaviour was just like always. But he just knew. He loved her very much and wanted to support her with whatever she was dealing. As he picked up a beautiful bouquet of her favourite pristine long stemmed white roses, he decided, ‘today I will talk to her’.

At home, the dinner was ready. It was his favourite Chicken coconut style with some soft and fluffy rice flour bhakris. There was some fresh salad with cold cucumbers, sweetest of carrots, ripest tomatoes and the best onions in the market. She even got her best crockery out and put some champagne in the chiller.

Diya and Rahul had met in college. They had felt that instant pull towards each other the first time they had met in college. He was smart, sophisticated and caring. She was quiet, sweet and very beautiful. Within a month of meeting the first time, Rahul and Diya were dating. They had been inseparable ever since. That was around 10 years ago. They had together seen their share of disagreements. But they both had grown to know that they if they teamed up, they could always find a solution and that kept them going. But this time, things were different.

Diya had always had a soft corner for children. Being the oldest daughter in her family she had practically raised her baby brother. She had changed his diapers and taught him to ride a bicycle. She had also helped him get his first girlfriend and helped him through all his break ups. She was more like his mother than a sister. Rahul also loved kids. He was always patient and kind with them and he was the perfect guy to be a father. During their courtship days, Rahul always said, “I wanna have at least two children, girls or boys. It will be a perfect family”. Diya had agreed and life was smooth. However, life had changed drastically for Diya in the past five years of her marriage. She wasn’t the care free girlfriend anymore, but a doting wife and a sincere daughter-in-law. These responsibilities had made her rethink her priorities and most importantly her plans for her life.

Diya had now realized that she couldn’t handle the responsibility of a child. Rahul and she had ambitious careers and never had any time for a simple social life. She had realized bringing a child into the world would only increase their pressures. It was a sane decision and very practical too. There were only two problems; Rahul’s wish to always have children and their family. She knew no one would understand her or support her decision and that’s why she did something. Something no one knew about.

Rahul loved children. But he just loved them. It was not the same anymore. He had seen his friends have children and heard the stories of the additional responsibilities. Although, his friends loved their children and found them to be bundles of joy, he had come to realize, he already had all the happiness in the world with his beautiful Diya. However, he had always seen Diya being the perfect mother to her baby brother and he knew that she secretly wished that someday she will actually be a mother. So, today as he stood outside his home with a bouquet of flowers in his arms and a heart filled with love, he decided to tell Diya that they needn’t be four to be perfect. They were perfect just the way they were.

 

He rang the bell….

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The Wedding

The henna on her hands had darkened with every minute she stood by the window.

She could see her groom dancing with his overjoyed family through her window.

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To her, it was unbelievable how oblivious he was to reality.

Her face adorned a beautiful smile, yet her tears ceased to well up in her eyes.

Everyone around assumed her tears to be those of happiness.

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After all, it was her wedding day today.

However, reality was a different tale.

Her tears meant something inexplicable to the world.

The young bride felt an entrapment like she had never felt before.

Entrapped in her woman’s body.

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Everything was going smoothly as per her plan.

The groom had doted over his bride since the day they met in college years in advance.

Their love story had inspired others and the eventual culmination of it in marriage was inevitable.

There was the just problem.

The adorable groom was unaware of the bride’s true love relationship with her best friend.

The best friend who was today her bridesmaid.

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So flowed the unending tears from their eyes.

But together they shared a secret smile,

As an elopement was on their minds.

Crispy Love

I just love paper.

It’s what defines me.

Newspapers, magazines, books or scraps,

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They bring happiness to me as nothing else does.

We share a unique relationship.

One that includes pure joy and happiness.

A love that only gives with no expectations.

So I nurture every piece of paper I come across

And store them with care.

It’s the only love I have known,

It’s the life I have.

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Something to live by

His smell still lingered on

But he was gone

It was in his shoes, his clothes

And in the ashtray he always kept around.

The house was finally tidy,

Like he always wanted.

If only he were here to see it.

When he was here,

We fought all the time,

Over things that seem so trivial now.

But now that you aren’t around,

I wish I hadn’t fought as much.

I wish I had told you how much I love you.

I wish I had told you what you truly meant to me.

I wish this was the last thing you heard before you died.

But unfortunately it wasn’t.

Your death was nobody’s mistake.

Least of all your’s or mine.

You were too kind, gentle and genererous to let things pass by.

Now all I have are your things which smell like you.

And your growing child in my womb.

Life and Me

She is mysterious.

She is unique.

She loves giving surprises

And hates planning.

She believes only in the goodness in this world.

She is a believer of destiny.

She believes in smiles

And spreading them in the cities.

She talks of honesty and integrity.

She baffles me at times.

But that’s who she’s supposed to be.

She makes me a better person.

She only does what’s best for me (like it or not)

She brings me closer to my dreams

And helps me be me.

She is my life.

She is me.

Love is…

Love is sweet.

It is true.

It is just like me and you.

Love is truth.

Love is faith.

It can also cause a lot of pain.

Love brings joy.

Yet it causes sorrow.

It is like the rain.

Quiet, long, soft and peaceful.

Loneliness

My dear shadow, the love of my life.

I don’t love you, even though I might.

When you are away, I crave your presence.

And when you are near, there’s only sadness and tears.

You are my creativity and my smile.

You are the tear drop forming at the corner of my eye.

You are my strength and my biggest weakness.

But in spite of the love-hate relationship we share,

I always know you will be there to make me cry,

To make me happy.

My love, my loneliness.

You are the only thing in this world that breaks me

To help me be a better version of myself.