An Ordinary Girl – 1

This is the story of an everyday Indian girl. It talks about falling in love, getting married, searching for love and searching for herself….there are no full stops as Life is still thriving in HER. So you don’t know what will come next.

Here it begins…A private engineering college with lots of boys and a fewer girls in proportion. First year freshers ganging around at some corner; laughing hysterically noticing and naming every girl passing through. A group of three girls passed by, a year senior to them. When everyone was eyeing the two of them which obviously were the smarter one, one boy noticed the third girl. Slender built, pleated hairs and very ordinary in appearance. He was not taken aback or was gasping in awe, but all he felt was something different.

Fast forward, comes the Fresher’s party celebrations preparations. All potential performers were gathered in the auditorium. Among all the laughing, flirting, discussions, hullabaloo comes a voice notorious and a very strange accent. That boy surrounded by many girls turned to that voice and saw the same girl mimicking and laughing in strange ascent. Is this the Karma or are they made for each other or God has already planned something for them and this is the beginning…..

Hang on for my next blog and do suggest the names for this boy and girl. Although this is my story but i would like to reconstitute this story with new names to relive the experience fresh.

I Believe..

The clock ticked 12.00 A.M and the sound of the wooden log against the steel plate of the wall clock was loud enough to wake Smita from her feverish sleep. It was raining heavily outside and Amit was still not home. Though he had promised that today he would come early and spend time with Ishita. The six-year-old had gone to sleep crying. Mummy and Papa also went to sleep after some time waiting for him over dinner till 11P.M. I was furious over Amit, but now my anger had been replaced by apprehension.

It was like six years ago when I was seven months pregnant with Ishita, around midnight, I received the news of Amit`s car accident. That night also the weather was horrendous; lightning, thunder and heavy downpour. He was late from his office and due to poor mobile network I was not able to get any news of him after 10P.M.  And then the police came to our door informing us of his accident.

Suddenly I felt the kick in my belly and my over fatigued mind pulled me back from my thoughts. Somehow, the mind always makes one remember only the bad days at times like this.

I was getting more anxious as the time passed by. This is also the seventh month of my pregnancy and I shuddered at the memory of him from six years ago, lying in a hospital bed, wrapped in white bandages and so many alien machines attached to his body.

It was not just Amit being late which was making me restless but since last month his behavior had also been very strange. He has started coming late at home from office. Often at home he avoided conversations with me or with anyone, even with mummy and papa. He would be on his cellphone for most of the time talking self-consciously and in a hush-hush voice like he was hiding something. His mind was always preoccupied and sometimes he did not respond even to Ishita also. His behavior has been so erratic that last week he forgot to take me for the doctor`s appointment.

The clock now struck 1.00 A.M. Mummy woke up for water and saw me sitting in the drawing hall. Sensing that Amit was still not home, she came to me and enquired about him. She asked me to take rest as I was already not very healthy and getting up so late in the night at this stage of pregnancy was not good for me. She made me get up and walked me to my bedroom. She pulled a blanket over me and again asked me to get some sleep.

Ishita was sleeping next to me and I just watched her innocent face in the pale light of the night bulb. This reminded me of her. Her face was also innocent- Mehar; Amit`s colleague. I met her 2 months ago at a birthday party of a common friend. I had heard some gossip there about both of them. Deep down I knew that something was not right with Amit. He was trying hard to balance something but could not control the pendulum from swinging in a single direction only. My mind was giving me warnings of something strange and suspicious but my heart was denying all signs.

After about half an hour and trying hard to take my mind off the insidious thoughts, I started feeling suffocated. I went to the balcony attached to the bedroom for some fresh air. The rain had stopped. I was standing there and staring outside and all of a sudden I saw Amit`s car rushing at the parking but he pulled the car some meters before the parking. Some minutes passed but he didn`t come out of the car.  I grabbed my cellphone from bed and called him. His number was busy. I waited for another 10 minutes and called him again, his number was still busy. In an instant, I decided to go down and in a hope to catch him red handed I rushed towards the main door, but before I could reach the door, the doorbell rang.

What is Amit hiding from his parents and his family? Are the speculations of Smitha about Amit and Mehar true? The story will unfold in the next installment. Wait for the conclusion. It might surprise you or break your heart.

Life One Day at a Time (Final Part)

Rhea was determined that she had to help her best friend Sakshi and would do anything to help her come out of this wretched situation. Now Sakshi was her priority, so, the first thing she had to do was to find the right medical treatment for her as she knew that her friend is suffering from some kind of anxiety but she was not able to conclude as to whom she should consult. So she started searching over the internet and meanwhile she forcefully made Sakshi move in with herself for some time.

Finally her search came to an end and she made an appointment with a Psychiatrist who would provide Sakshi the necessary medical and physiological help. The Psychiatrist name was Dr. Vipul Kumar.

It was a tough a task for Rhea to make her friend agree to meet the doctor at first place because Sakshi was guilty and was caught red-handed by his best friend. This had all added a fuel to her already uptight character to be even more anxious and somewhat shameful. She had started thinking that she was the cause of all the chaos around her. It’s because of her that her parents were not together anymore, it’s because of her that her best and only friend was stressed. She blamed herself for all the wrong that had happened or was happening in her life. But Rhea was one tough ass, she didn’t let go and finally persuaded her to meet Dr.Vipul, but only on the condition that she had to be with Sakshi while the doctor examined her.

Individuals with chronic Anxiety are recognised by friends, family and colleagues as being ‘nervous’, ‘tense’, ‘uneasy’ and ‘always been a worrisome person’. Between 50% and 70% of people with generalised anxiety Disorder report trouble sleeping and often report difficulty falling asleep because they cannot stop thinking about things at bedtime. Insomnia is the clinical term for people who have trouble falling asleep, difficulty staying asleep. Apart from that people develop other problems like sleepwalking where they sometimes even don’t remember what they did the previous night or that might feel like a dream to them and vaguely could collect the memories. Dr. Vipul was explaining very effectively and patiently. After about two and half hour of session with the doctor, Sakshi was already starting to feel that she could be treated and that she could lead a normal life.

While returning back from the doctor`s place Sakshi asked Rhea to have ice cream at their favourite spot. She was truly happy today and she wanted to thank Rhea for all she had done so far for her. But she could not find words to express how she was feeling and how could she show her gratitude towards her. She just looked into Rhea`s eyes and tears started to roll up in her eyes. Digging one spoon into their favourite Banana Belgian Chocolate split Sundae Rhea said, sweetheart you can pay for this ice cream if you were feeling too burdened and started laughing. Sakshi made a weird face towards her and they both merrily started gulping down their Sundae.

It’s been four years and today Sakshi was to receive the final reports. Sakshi was waiting impatiently and this is why thumping her legs and scratching her head she switched on her room lights at 2 in the night. The Whatsapp message was still unread. She had messaged Rhea to collect the reports on her behalf while returning from her office. She could have called Rhea but she was afraid that may be the reports were not as per her expectations and might be that the improvements she had shown were not sufficient and that she might still need the medications and support. So many questions were popping in her mind and she was bitching about Rhea being so insensitive.

Suddenly the doorbell rang, Sakshi ran towards the exit gate and opened it. There standing was Rhea with a bunch of friends smiling and looking all amused. She raised her eyebrows and tightly hugged Sakshi almost dragging her towards her and whispered in her ear, babe you did it, we did it. She screamed on top of her voice and they all stumbled inside the house. Raghav came from behind and rolled his eyes towards Sakshi and this time she didn’t ignore.

LIFE: One Day at a Time (2)

 Rhea called her name Sakshi.. 

Sakshi didn`t respond nor did her eyes flicker even for a moment as if she was some kind of a Robot and her only task was to finish the ice cream she was having. Rhea got a little nervous. This time Rhea called her a little louder, Sakshi…. and suddenly almost stumbling and startled by her voice Sakshi got up and the ice cream can dropped from her hand.

She was trembling and almost fainted. Rhea ran towards her and caught her midway. She managed to drag Sakshi to her bedroom and made her sit on the bed. She hurriedly ran back towards the kitchen and got a glass of water for Sakshi.. Sakshi gulped the water down and started staring towards Rhea. Without blinking, Confused she opened her lips to say something but words didn`t came out of her mouth. Her body was covered in sweat and she was shivering. Rhea put her hand over her forehead and asked her to lie down,covered her with a blanket and told her to relax. The talking would have to wait for the morning after Sakshi got some sleep.

Rhea went to the other room and tried to sleep but she was worried and a little afraid that Sakshi might wake up again. Tears welled up in her eyes and sobbing she went to sleep unknowingly.

In the morning Sakshi entered the room where Rhea was sleeping carrying a tray of hot coffee. She said, “Good Morning!! Rhea, now wake up my buddy”. Rhea got up from her bed straight like a spring being released against the force. She held Sakshi by her shoulders and expectedly was looking towards her face.  Sakshi just blurted out; What? releasing herself and placing the tray on the side stool.

Rhea got confused and for a moment thought that she might have dreamt last night as she was drunk heavily. But then, Sakshi told her that kitchen was a mess, ice cream was splattered here and there and the whole can was on the floor. The bugs had a wholesome treat last night and Rhea should not drink so much and that her friends were so careless blah blah..

Her words had stopped reaching  her ears, tears came running down her cheeks and crying she told Sakshi; you did that, you were eating that ice-cream and when I called you, it fell from your hands. You do not remember a thing. Didn’t you realize in the morning how come you had been sleeping in my room while you went to sleep here.

Sakshi collapsed on the floor. She knew that something was not right with her. She had gone  through some unexplained scenarios at her home also but she had conveniently ignored them. She didn’t want to accept the facts and usually made up stories to dismiss the incidents occurred.

“The presence of anxiety, of a depressive mood or of a conflict within the mind, does not stamp any individual as having a psychological problem because, as a matter of fact, these qualities are indigenous to the species”

Sakshi was suffering. She was ill. She had to accept this and seek medical help.

Rhea embraced her, her eyes were all wet. Sakshi was also crying. She was afraid and terrified. She hugged Rhea back tightly. Rhea decided and made a promise to herself that she would not let her friend down and that she would help her to come out of all this. Whatever this is.

FRIENDS: Only  those who care about you can hear you when you are quiet.

LIFE: One Day At a Time

It was 2A.M in the night and Sakshi was not able to sleep. She had tried counting numbers in her mind, tried reading a book she hated, tried meditation to calm her mind – but nothing was working. She checked her mobile and the Watsapp message was still being shown as unread. She got up almost throwing away her quilt irritably. Her eyebrows raised to an angle while she muttered under her breath. She was now getting desperate as to why her message which she had sent at 7 p.m in the previous evening was still unread. It takes just a minute to read someone`s message and reply to it and what on earth had she demanded? Why people are so inconsiderate? Why the hell did Watsapp introduce this feature of showing two blue lines when your message was read. Thumping her legs and scratching her head she switched on her room lights. Still unread.

Few days back; Sakshi had gotten very late in her office while finishing her work for the day, so she decided to stay at Rhea`s apartment (Rhea had been her bestie since 7th grade). Rhea`s place was very near to her office, so she decided to call her up. But before she could have dialed her number, Rhea`s name was flashing on her mobile screen. She picked the call on first ring. Rhea informed her that she was having some of her office friends at her apartment for some casual hangout and invited her to join. Sakshi told her about how she had been planning to call Rhea and already was planning to be at her place for the night. They laughed over it and Sakshi hired a cab to Rhea’s place

Little did Sakshi know that the night will change her life forever. She will realize a truth about herself a disorder.

Sakshi was an independent girl and  had been living alone for quite a few years. After completing her graduation she had come to Mumbai and joined a Financial Firm. Her parents were divorced when she was 7 and throughout her childhood she had been rolled like a dice between her parents. She never had many friends, in fact, if she had to name her friends, she could only name Rhea. From her office; even after working for the same firm for the past 6 years she only had some acquaintances. She never allowed anyone to get into her comfort zone. She had always been a reserved, average looking girl with a very basic fashion sense.

Sakshi was reluctant at first to go at Rhea`s place now but she was too tired to travel for another hour and a half  to her place and also she couldn’t  say no to Rhea.

So after 15 minutes, Sakshi rang the bell of Rhea`s apartment. The door opened and some guy  carrying a drink in his hand opened the door, and said “hello!!”. Rhea who was expecting her shouted from behind, “Hey! Sakshi come on in sweetheart. Raghav let her in yaar. She is my bestie.” To that Raghav raised his glass towards her and smirked. Sakshi came in almost ignoring his presence.  Rhea introduced her to the other people in the room which Sakshi had no interest in. After about an hour, Sakshi, feeling sleepy and tired told Rhea that she was going to get some sleep and that Rhea could continue with her friends.   She said good night to everyone (just because this comes under basic mannerisms) and went to sleep.

At about 03:30 A.M she woke up from her sleep.  She had been feeling some uneasiness. She moved towards the kitchen area, opened the Refrigerator and started searching for some dessert, noticed some left over ice cream and started gobbling it.

Meanwhile Rhea also came to the kitchen for some water and noticed Rhea having ice cream which looked weird to her, not because she was having ice cream but the way she was eating it. It was like some toddler trying to consume it but before it could actually reach her mouth, half of it dripped here and there. All her hands and clothes were messed up and in puddles of ice cream. She didn`t even notice the presence of Rhea.

Rhea called her name Sakhsi….Sakshi…

OUR LIFELINE

“A Mother”

The one who carried you for nine months in her womb. The one who carried you in her arms for 2 years. And the one who carried you in her heart forever.

The one who sacrificed her sleep changing your diapers at night and feeding you food at days. The one who made you learn to walk and talk and scolded you to study hard so that no one calls you a Fool.

She took the work of cleaning, washing, cooking, shopping for her lifetime and charged nothing. This is why “MOM”spells backwards is “WOW”.

Mothers day is not just second sunday of May but Everyday, so that we can always say Happy Mother’s Day. 

Don’t just buy a branded watch for her but give her your time. Don’t just buy fragnance for her give her a tight hug. Don’t just buy jewellery for her but make her smile. Don’t just buy a smart phone for her but give her a call and buzz her always. Because LOVE of a mom is selfless and priceless.

INSPIRED BY: GOPAL DAS

THE UNBORN-3

“I vowed to guide you back to safer slumbers with midnight lullabies. I have spent all hours of the night listening, with intent, to your steady heartbeat, to the slow rhythmic inhaling and exhaling of your soft breaths”.

Nisha was dreaming all through the night lying in the hospital bed. Several doctors had come, checked her, analyzed her, asked her to lie in certain position, had put several surgical instruments into her vagina, but,  she could not feel a thing as if she was drained of emotions, emptied of every sensation. She was mechanically acting on whatever was asked of her as if she was a robot.

The morning sunshine was now hitting her face, and one could see that it had turned white  as if all the blood had been drained out of her.Her eyes tired and swollen were dull pale yellow now with a web of red fine lines embedded sharply against the white of her eyes. She wanted to use the washroom but she was scared even to get up. She had that feeling that if she would stand up her baby would slip out of her and she didn`t want to give any chance to God to take her baby away from her.

The doctor advised to perform a surgery to avoid premature delivery and stretch the delivery time to at least seven months. The operation was performed under full anesthesia and after the operation Nisha was transferred to her bed from the operation room. Upon waking up, she found Ayan sitting next to her, holding her hand. He caressed her forehead slowly with affection and told her that everything is fine and that she would be going home in a short while. Ayan said, “You just have to take complete bed rest and feed your baby all the healthy and nutritious food, after all you only wanted a golu polu (strong) baby, right?”. A fresh stream of tears came rolling down her cheeks, she felt blessed and wretched at the same time because in her heart she knew that she had to fight her fearful demons and still had to be  calm and portray content.

Ayan and Nisha came back home. Every passing day was a struggle for both of them. Ayan had to keep a cheerful face for Nisha and Nisha had to sound happy for him. Ayan had joined his office back and Nisha had found an escape in reading books and watching television to keep herself busy and diverted. Time was passing at its own pace.

One more month passed. Nisha was now five months pregnant and she had almost forgotten those dreadful and painful days she had spent in the hospital. She was again hopeful and full of life. Nisha was playing some game on her mobile  that night and Ayan out of care, scolded her for keeping up late in the night and asked her to take some rest and go to sleep. Nisha adjusted herself in a comfortable position and Ayan placed a blanket over her. He kissed her good night and switched off the lights.

It was 2 A.M and Nisha was wide awake, she was feeling a little cold; although it was the month of May. She resisted for half an hour consoling herself that she would be fine and tried to sleep, but she started to shiver now. She woke  Ayan and asked him to get her some thick blankets or quilts. Ayan checked on her, her body was warm. He got up at once, placed one more blanket over her, switched off the fan and fetched the thermometer. She had fever, Ayan called at the emergency number of hospital. Someone picked and he explained the situation, the doctor advised to give Nisha Crocin tablet saying that it might be some hormonal change and nothing to worry about.

It was 4 A.M . now and her condition was getting worse. She started to feel some pain in her lower abdomen and  lower back. How could she have realized that she was under labor pain and soon her water was going to break and all her suffering and struggle of so many years was going to an end.

The mobile alarm buzzed 5 A.M. Nisha snoozed that. She was under tremendous pain now as if several knives were poaching at her back simultaneously. She felt like she was going to pass out.

“Nisha was very nervous. Her palms were all greasy with sweat and there were beads of perspiration on her temple. Her stomach was rumbling as it was going to throw all the food out”. This all was happening again. But this time it was the end of a life. Aryan was pronounced dead, his heart beat had stopped.

Aryan was unborn for the creation but to her HE WAS BORN so what if she didn’t get the chance to hold his tiny hands, to peck on his little nose, to kiss on his chubby cheeks , to see his twinkling eyes, to feel  the warmth of his body…….

THE UNBORN-2 (A ride between joy and sorrow)

The ultrasound room was dark and the only light coming was from the screen of the ultrasound machine.  The gynecologist and the assistant were discussing something. Nisha just wanted to leave the room.  But then the gynecologist called her. Nisha! NIsha!..“The baby’s heartbeat is perfect and your baby is safe”, she said pointing towards the screen. Was that a miracle or was she hallucinating, she was not sure of what she had just heard. She turned towards the screen. The gestational sac was thrusting up and down. Fresh tears started to roll down from her eyes. She was smiling and crying at the same time.

After a while Ayan was also called into the ultrasound room. He was being informed that everything is fine and heart beat is still strong. Nisha could notice the dried up lines of tears on his cheeks protruding in that blue light. Ayan was now looking at Nisha and she could sense the warmth and affection like he was saying; It’s okay sweetheart, I am always with you no matter what.  The doctor was now explaining them that there is blood clotting inside the uterus, she was pointing on some spots on the screen and this all happened because some of the clots busted. This is blood hemorrhage and this could happen again. they were advised to keep calm under such situation and report to the hospital. The doctor told Nisha not to take too much stress and if possible, to take some time off from her office.  She was discharged the same day. However, she was put on bed rest.

Since, Nisha was on bed rest . Ayan had to make sure that she remains calm and happy. He started to play games with her, sometimes read for her, crack jokes for her. He made every effort to build positive vibes around her. With the bliss growing inside of her Nisha had found a new awareness and enjoyment in her life. She used to reveal every minute detail to Ayan about how her body is changing, how every change is so exciting.

She imagined every feature of her baby and subconsciously she knew that it’s a boy. She knew exactly how would he look like, his eyes would be like hers and his lips and nose would be like Ayan, his forehead would be big just like his grandfather with soft curls on his head. His ears would be small and they would flutter when he smiles. She introduced him to his family members, his grandfather, grandmother, his bua, his mama, his chacha and she decided to call him ARYAN . Well the name was agreed upon by Ayan and Nisha both. Nisha felt like she was the most happiest and luckiest woman and she could not ask for anything most precious than ARYAN.

Time was passing by slowly and with that her worries started to fade but nevertheless she took a sabbatical from her job. Her small waist had now expanded and her face had a fresh glow. She was 4 months pregnant now. She was galloping over her breakfast as today she was due for her ultrasound. She went downstairs with her Mother in law and Ayan was already inside the car. They reached to the doctor laughing, chatting and making plans for their baby.

Her doctor examined her and asked her to wait outside for report. The girl at the report collection counter called her name. Ayan got up to collect the report. The girl at the counter asked him to take Nisha to her gynecologist,nothing serious but it’s better if they would talk to the doctor They made the appointment and after a wait of almost one hour which seemed like an eternity,  they were called inside. The doctor saw the ultrasound report, made some faces, tapped her fingers and asked Ayan to admit Nisha to the hospital. Nisha’s cervix had dilated which would normally have dilated after 34-36 weeks of pregnancy at the time of delivery. They had to keep her under watch and could decide and assess the situation only after that.

Nisha was devastated. She was scared. She was angry. Again. How? Why? Why was all this happening to her? What wrong did she do to someone? Why God was punishing her? All she wished was to have a baby, to be called as mamma, to feel complete….Just few days back only she had made herself believe that the worst part had been over and nothing bad would happen now. Just few days back she had called his name and talked to him and just few hours ago she was happy with her baby.

Nisha was admitted. But she was not crying. She only knew one thing that he was born the day she received the news that she was expecting.

 

THE UNBORN-1

Nisha and her husband Ayan were sitting in the car inside the hospital parking area. Nisha was very nervous. Her palms were all greasy with sweat and there were beads of perspiration on her temple although the car AC was switched on. Some song at some random radio station was playing in the background in the car but her mind was wandering somewhere else. Her stomach was rumbling as if it was going to throw all the food out. She still had to wait for another two hours to know her results that she had given the blood sample for.

Her mobile rang suddenly, some unknown number was flashing on the screen . Disinterested she picked the call. The voice from the other side asked “Mrs. Nisha Arora”. She confirmed and then she managed to only blurt out Thank you! Thank you so very much.  

Ayan turned towards her. His eyes expecting an answer but words just wouldn’t come out of his mouth. Nisha raised her eyebrows and her lips turned into a beautiful smile. She said “Yes”, they confirmed it, I am pregnant. Oh My God! Ayan was thrilled with joy. He hugged her saying I love You, Thank you for going through all this and that this is the happiest day of my life. They collected the report which came early and left for Narayan Temple to receive the blessings.

They were on cloud nine and their happiness knew no bounds and why not??? They had struggled and suffered physical and mental stress for three long years to hear this news.  To become parents. To hold their bundle of joy. This was not a normal pregnancy. Nisha had undergone many tests and a long protocol of medical processes  to achieve this. Upon reaching home she gladly informed her in-laws that soon they were going to be grandparents.

The date of her first ultrasound soon approached. Excited and nervous, she was waiting for her turn. The doctor finally called her name. For the first time she saw and heard the heartbeat of her baby. Tears started to well up in her eyes and she realized how she was longing for this, to feel having a life inside her, to be a mother. This was the most beautiful and blissful emotion. Her doctor confirmed that “the heartbeat is strong and everything looks fine”. 

Nisha is now 8 weeks pregnant and sitting at her office desk scrolling through various sites about what to eat and what should be avoided. The other stuff related to pregnancy. Suddenly felt a liquid gush out of her. She rushed to washroom and to her shock all her jeans was stained with blood. She took that off and sat on the toilet seat. The flow of blood did not stop and continued,as if someone had pricked a balloon full of blood. Her hands were shacking and her whole body felt numb and she felt disassociated from reality, like floating in air. She called Ayan once, twice, thrice, several times but he was not picking up the call. She didn’t realize that she was crying and her whole face has turned red. She could not believe what had just happened.

She came out and managed to call her in-laws. They started from home to pick her up. Nisha was sitting outside office campus and staring at a single point,  unaware of her surroundings. Meanwhile, Ayan was also informed.

They rushed her to the hospital. Blood flow had stopped and she was feeling no pain. The gynecologist asked her to lay down so as to examine her. The ultrasound machine was fixed.  What is next? What destiny had been written for her? What is she going to witness on the ultrasound machine? Nisha was lying there and her mind was empty like her soul had drifted from her body.

The One: The Most Beautiful

The One: The Most Beautiful

Am I being vulnerable? Am I being unfair? Am I being corrupt?

Every day getting dressed in front of the mirror in my bedroom, I watch myself over and over and admire the beauty which radiates through my skin and shines brightly in my eyes. I choose to wear drops of some foundation mixed with highlighter, apply Kohl and a little blush on my cheeks. A perfect dress which accentuates my curves, ask the mirror; “ Tell me who is the most beautiful in this world?” and laugh wholeheartedly.  A smirk on  my face and a raised eyebrow; I tell to myself I am “The One”. The most beautiful creation of God on earth.

Ready to conquer the world I step out;  hah!! Nobody is better than me. Look at all these women, they are jealous! they want to be like me and the men admiring me, desire me. I can make anyone dance to the tunes of me. I can make anyone do things for me. I am “The one”. The most beautiful creation of God on earth.

The sun is now merging with the moon and a golden hew is spreading in the sky which makes me look golden like I am illuminated from the inside. People are returning back from their work, exhausted and are wondering as to how I am still shining like a pearl. They are amazed by my elegance beholding the indecipherable depths of my existence. I wink; I am “The one”. The most beautiful creation of God on earth.

I am Beauty. I am Proud. I am Power. I am the Epitome of Perfection.

Granny!! Their comes my grand kids running towards me. I am content and I am in peace.

But, hey, I am a WOMAN. I am “The one”. The most beautiful creation of God on earth.

 

A request on Wats App….

It was a regular evening and Shruti was returning back to home from her office in cab. She was playing with her phone and it beeped; some wats app messages from an unknown number. She just zoomed the profile pic which she find descent but anyways ignored the messages. After some days again she received messages from the same number to which she replied this time.

Hi!! Who is this?

Hi!! Myself Captain Vikram  Rawat and thank you for replying mam.

So you are into Army?

Yes.

Oh great. Infantry? Which unit? (A sudden sense of eagerness as Shruti was deeply under awe for guys working in Indian Army)

And so the conversation move ahead which is not that important. Regular narration when two unknown people chat for the first time.

The conversations became friendly and both of them started to chat frequently.

Shruti was star struck from the only fact this is someone who belongs to a cult group of Men, not some regular guy and before she can know she was all under his influence. No it was no infatuation, no love but still a spell casted on her.  He just appeared like a wandering cloud collided with her and She just felt happy.

But no! He was a player and he knows how to play this game (yes! It seemed like this). He never shared anything which happens to be important in his Life and never let her go also. Numerous messages in a day to no messages for days. She was no one and suddenly she was the only one.  Calling her every day and then not even replying once to her messages. He was not in love with her and neither was she; than why all this frolicking.

And did I mention Shruti was already happily married. Her life was just perfect. She was not looking for love or any special emotion but his behavior confused her and she was not able to avoid him.

His intentions started to get more clear, asking her to send pictures or sending her offending messages was normal for him saying that he has feelings for her and you would have taken me yours like I used to take you.  She blocked him. He called her. He asked her to meet him just once and that he is not a womanizer and will not harm her in anyway.

Shruti  being an independent woman, she carries indomitable willpower in her heart and audacity in her actions. That’s how she is, perfect yet flawed with her imperfections. But this time she is been fooled, she was carried away and decided to meet him thinking that maybe He is right and giving a chance after getting along for so many months wouldn’t harm. She trusted him.

No you don’t have any right to rip me off my modesty because I am amazed by you. No you don’t have any right to humiliate me because I trusted you my friend.