Chapter 1-Boring Routine
Frustrated with work stress and constant marriage pressure
this is me trying to still wash out some memories of past with the one and only
who found peace in marrying some other one. Same old story is what girls at my
age will relate to. I’m 29 yrs old figuring out what is life going to open up
to me next while everyone around me looks to have given up on their
expectations from me.
Considering that I have to settle down and finally see some
men to find the potential groom I uploaded my profile on different match making
websites, also not to forget I downloaded a dating application over my phone. I
wasn’t really looking for men in my life I guess it was this social pressure
seeing everyone marry and have babies. For Heaven sake my juniors at High
school had babies. I was really depressed at one point thinking what if I die a
virgin or die without any romance I always wanted to have in my fantasies, but friends
around and socializing with work helped me get over. But somewhere it was
sinking within, like other people I wanted to have a person who would love me
more than I do, where was he? .....
On the other side a boy completely focused over his
ambition of medicine, finding new ways of travel adventures was stuck up
between gym and library. He decided over his vacation to download a dating
application over his phone and find a potential date to get with the vacation.
Young boys usually tend to date and forget, his mission was still unclear.
Considering that he has to be a responsible Neurosurgeon, he
decided to get off the application as soon as vacation ends. Three days prior
to the vacation end, he found me but I had not taken any interest yet.I
possibly will never text back this kid I said....
To be continued...
Chapter 2- Budding Interest
The Profile picture looked of a young kid, I would definitely
not look into it, and additionally I found only creeps on this app. One
afternoon I got a message which said “Your smile so sweet and eyes so innocent
you look like an angel and so on”. For long did I wait for this kind of compliment,
I was confused as it was by him "the KID". I did not reply immediately, my grandparents
were at home. I replied after hours to him but it was just to please him because he had
messaged me I shouldn’t be rude right. So he replied immediately and I delayed
again as I was busy and may be not interested. The messaging continued till he
added me over another app and we started chatting almost every day. Now it was
about making a phone call which he did and we spoke for hours, he heard me so
persistently as if he it was a story. I spoke to him asked him about his age first
as it was bothering me for quite a while, he kept changing the topic and said
age is just a number.
Finally after long hours of conversation he said 21.5 yrs old,
which was also justified by saying that if Priyanka Chopra and Nick Jonas could
marry with that age difference why I could not think of it.
Not thinking much practically I don’t know why the
attraction started increasing day by day and my knees started going weaker and
weaker for this Man that he called himself. We established 3 rules in our friendship
No talking about age difference basically behaving like we
are same age group
No hiding any secrets no matter what we share everything
about each other everyday
Anytime we feel the other person has hurt you, we clearly
tell instead of ignoring it
To be continued........
To be continued........
Chapter 3- Mad Lovers
With the above said rules we began this journey which I had
no clue about, and where it was heading both of us .As days past we started
growing strong liking towards each other, every day I would expect his call or
message and wake-up to his timings. This man was turning into a disease with no cure,
I knew for sure this was my path and I was beginning to trust him and know that
my life is a journey with him and that is Prachit. He named me “Mehru” which
meant a person who keeps smiling and has no flaws. How could I possibly fail
this romance which happened after so many years just the way I only imagined it
to be. There could only be one possibility I would reject this, the age, which
was negligible in front of all that was happening between us.
He made a blockbuster move next; he came to Kerala with his
shoulder bag just to meet me from Bangalore with enough money to see me for a
little while at the station. This can happen only in movies right, but no this
was for real. I got what I wanted and may be was waiting for this gift.After
the first meet, things got more concrete for me in fact I was sure I will fight
for him at home and the society and everything. I started writing poems for him,
I haven’t written for 4 years, precisely after my breakup did not think I will
ever write.He made me blush so much that I had to hold my cheeks which would
hurt so badly.He spoke to me like an innocent child with mature authority over
me which I gave him without a second thought.This man cant be real,but I was living
my dream, and happiness had finally knocked my doors which I could not shut any
longer.
Due to my work I had to travel to his hometown where he came to meet me again at the railway station to make sure I'm ok. Oh by the way I did not know how you travel by train till this trip.I did not feel alone at all the entire journey because he kept talking to me when range was alive.
He made me feel special in every way,we spoke dreams of having 2 daughters about having a small house.Living a complete marriage with a bond of friendship forever in it.This kept getting full of surprises everyday and meetings got more comfortable knowing that out last destination was together in this life.
To be continued...
Chapter 4- C’est la Vie
Time passed , he started saying something so cowardly.The time
we used to speak decreased suddenly and felt like there is something going
wrong,the messages were precise and love seemed to be fading.The man who made
me fall in love had now been telling me that it is unfair to keep me waiting
for that long. For who belonged to me had time to be online , but no time to
ask about me.I shared my life with him,but all I knew was nothing .May be it
was too immature of me,to fall for a teen who spoke so highly earlier but strangely nothing presently.
My connection with him weakened,my trust in love dropped
back. I could not hold myself more so I told him its time I should start looking into the potential marriage proposals I was getting which unexpectedly he agreed.
My family began to worry,I was getting disturbed almost everyday with some haunting memories.I wanted to make so many but this was taking both of us in no harmony.
Knowing my dependency had increased over the routine he made for me,his texts,his name on my phone ringing,hours we spoke,sharing my days with him was being missed.His desparation certainly was no longer seen towards me.
I knew this was making me go back to those days,where being vulnerable is all that was seen.The love in me will last forever but I dont know if its going to be the same from him....
With the above said rules we began this journey which I had
no clue about, and where it was heading both of us .As days past we started
growing strong liking towards each other, every day I would expect his call or
message and wake-up to his timings. This man was turning into a disease with no cure,
I knew for sure this was my path and I was beginning to trust him and know that
my life is a journey with him and that is Prachit. He named me “Mehru” which
meant a person who keeps smiling and has no flaws. How could I possibly fail
this romance which happened after so many years just the way I only imagined it
to be. There could only be one possibility I would reject this, the age, which
was negligible in front of all that was happening between us.
He made a blockbuster move next; he came to Kerala with his
shoulder bag just to meet me from Bangalore with enough money to see me for a
little while at the station. This can happen only in movies right, but no this
was for real. I got what I wanted and may be was waiting for this gift.After
the first meet, things got more concrete for me in fact I was sure I will fight
for him at home and the society and everything. I started writing poems for him,
I haven’t written for 4 years, precisely after my breakup did not think I will
ever write.He made me blush so much that I had to hold my cheeks which would
hurt so badly.He spoke to me like an innocent child with mature authority over
me which I gave him without a second thought.This man cant be real,but I was living
my dream, and happiness had finally knocked my doors which I could not shut any
longer.
Due to my work I had to travel to his hometown where he came to meet me again at the railway station to make sure I'm ok. Oh by the way I did not know how you travel by train till this trip.I did not feel alone at all the entire journey because he kept talking to me when range was alive.
He made me feel special in every way,we spoke dreams of having 2 daughters about having a small house.Living a complete marriage with a bond of friendship forever in it.This kept getting full of surprises everyday and meetings got more comfortable knowing that out last destination was together in this life.
To be continued...
Chapter 4- C’est la Vie
Time passed , he started saying something so cowardly.The time
we used to speak decreased suddenly and felt like there is something going
wrong,the messages were precise and love seemed to be fading.The man who made
me fall in love had now been telling me that it is unfair to keep me waiting
for that long. For who belonged to me had time to be online , but no time to
ask about me.I shared my life with him,but all I knew was nothing .May be it
was too immature of me,to fall for a teen who spoke so highly earlier but strangely nothing presently.
My connection with him weakened,my trust in love dropped
back. I could not hold myself more so I told him its time I should start looking into the potential marriage proposals I was getting which unexpectedly he agreed.
My family began to worry,I was getting disturbed almost everyday with some haunting memories.I wanted to make so many but this was taking both of us in no harmony.
Knowing my dependency had increased over the routine he made for me,his texts,his name on my phone ringing,hours we spoke,sharing my days with him was being missed.His desparation certainly was no longer seen towards me.
I knew this was making me go back to those days,where being vulnerable is all that was seen.The love in me will last forever but I dont know if its going to be the same from him....
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