Happily Married

The news had spread like wild fire in the entire office. And in an office having a headcount of just 120-odd employees it had to.

"Yes, I'm getting married", she replied to the n^th person confirming this from her in the day.

"Congratulations!", he said.

"Thank you!"

Wanting to get more details from her, he waited for a few seconds and when she didn't help to continue the conversation, he walked away smiling.

 What had even spread was the fact that though it was her first, it wasn't her going-to-Be's first.

She had never discussed her personal life with any of her colleagues except for that day.

Two months ago when both the families had agreed, she was so overwhelmed that the next day, the first thing she did was that she poured out all her emotions in front of a female colleague on the adjacent desk. She was good friends with her and she also knew that this female was a big-mouth, yet out of sheer excitement, she couldn't hold back the joy spilled all the beans.

She knew that everyone was so keen to know why she chose this person.

A week later, at the wedding reception, she read out a few words for her groom. Words which answered all the questions, yet none.

Hi Mak. I always wished to say a few words to you and there can't be an opportunity better than now. I know two months is a very short time, but then, as all know, love doesn't need time to happen. You're the one with whom I see my life blossoming in love. Your kids are only kids I'll never find irritating. Many of them were inquisitive about me and you, about how will we be able to make it, whether our marriage will sustain or not, but then for me life is all about following my heart. There will be times when we will have our share of arguments, not come to the same conclusion about the stupidest things on earth. Music, bookshelves, TV shows, movies, date venues and many more. It can be that I wont be able to bond with the kids that sooner, as you and some others expect, but I'm determined that one day, I will. I'm determined that I will be the wife you want, the mother you want your wife to be for your kids and the friend-in-their-spouse which every person desires to have. I'll make it for both of us.
 

Oh she? She's a Psycho

"Why doesn't she ever mix up with anyone in the class?"

"She's a psycho. Don't bother. She's been the same from the past two years and I guess she'll be the same in the coming year and the rest of her life."

Tamannah overheard every single word. She knew those two and in fact, the entire class and the college professors too had the same opinion for her. She hardly reacted , yet deep down, inside her heart she felt worse.

She was depressed. Her heart was wounded. She had lost in love. But then, the one who loves truly always becomes the ultimate joke.

She was in pain. She had lost faith in people, in God, in love. She was dying every moment from within. But he was happy. He was in bliss. He was in his best phase of life. Had he known and realized the extent to which Tamannah loved him, he would have been one of the luckiest people of this Universe to experience true love.

People called her mad, psycho, ill and unwell. No one tried to look into her eyes or feel her pain. No one ever made her cry even once just to help her release all her bottled-up emotions. All they did is ignored her, joked about her and said, "Oh she, avoid her. She's a psycho."

The Longing, Forever - Continued

Over a month passed without him. They spoke every night. About food, weather, his meetings, love and more love.

Some days she used to recollect how life transformed from the bad to the best, and how all this would have never been possible, had they not been there for each other through hardships. There was a phase when they weren't on talking terms, living separately and even thinking of a divorce. Financially, mentally and emotionally broke. But they chose to give love another chance and it gradually healed all the wounds.

It was 24th of November. She was overwhelmed on his surprise return making it one of those moments to be cherished forever. That night Tamannah vowed that she'll always be for him, till death takes them apart.

Two days later, the bright sun brought with itself another meeting with the Board of Directors and his C.E.O. over lunch for him in Mumbai.

"Tamannah, I'l text u when I'm done with the meeting. Hoping for one big shot and then making babies."

Tamannah laughed at him and placed a lingering kiss on his lips to wish him all the luck.

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Venue: The Taj, Mumbai

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It's been 6 years and 24 days now. She still is waiting for him to return. Every night she still reads that last text from him before crying and falling asleep.

"Baby, the meeting went good. I'll be home in another 3 hours. I have brought one world for you today; the other world will be tonight. And trust me; you'll be one sexy Mom. :)"

The Longing, Forever

"I promise to you that I'll bring the world for you." Saying this, he kissed Tamannah, making his love, his bride forever.

Those days were just love. An amazing job of a Data Analyst, Star Performer of the company, earning a pay sufficient for the couple to live a luxurious life, time and space for each other, their life was a fairy-tale.

And one such day was the 25th of  October.

Tamannah, I have a business trip scheduled on the 15th of next month. Its going to be a long stay in the States. We should go shopping on the weekend, what say?

Sure! And how about some chicken to hog-on post the shopping?

Oh! How better can you know me darling?

Laughter spread throughout their house along with the happiness which was reflecting on both their faces.

Time passed in bliss and then the eve arrived. That evening was reserved for the ballroom and candle light. She, in the black-strapped Zara gown and he, dressed in his best UCB, dancing away to the romantic melody, just perfect. And more perfect than that was the night which followed. It was more than intimacy. That night their souls were pleased. Burning flames with desires soaring the mercury levels to the highest. And then was the moment, a state of ecstasy. A feeling which lingered slowly in the heart that we are for each other.

Then came the beautiful yet difficult morning.

"I'll miss you honey. Come soon."

"I'll miss you too Tamannah. You're my world. I'll come back soon. If the deal works out, it can prove to be the Ace. And I can then get the world for you, hun."

"I already have your love and more than what i ever desired for. You're my world. Best wishes. Do call me when you get time."

The flight was about to take off. One last message before I go flight-mode, he said to himself.

"Tamannah, I love you. And I promise that I'll bring the world for you."

[To be continued... See more @ http://pbh91.blogspot.com/2014/12/the-longing-forever-continued.html]

A Prayer coming from Every Heart

Oh my Allah, Give me devotion, so that I can pray to You, to save and protect the innocent. Ameen!

Oh my Allah, Give me strength, so that I can prove to be helpful, in any which way, to those who need me. Ameen!

Oh my Allah, Give me love, so that I can spread it to others, and no one cultivates hatred for each other. Ameen!

Oh my Allah, Listen to me, so that this blood-shedding game of vengeance ends soon. Ameen!

Mercy my Lord! Mercy we cry for! Rehem!

Bye-byes

"Sorry, I don't want to be rude, but being sweet is not in my blood. You're a nice girl and I don't deserve this sweetness."

Probably the last text of the entire conversation history of four years.

When after almost 3 and a half years there was a ray of hope for the cracks to mend, I hear this in the next 15 days.

Amazing gifts from life! A roller-coaster of emotions it is.

Things and people change with time, and because time runs in only 1 direction, the changes cannot be reverted back. What remains is only hopes to be with that, one day, all will become just the way it was.

Post-"The Meet"

It took me longer to decide whether to post this one or not. I'm sulking from the past two days now. This was supposed to be so much of excitement and something rejuvenating, but just not what is was...

Forgetting all that happened in the past between us, I wished to see that smile when we saw each other, not the stern face and a formal wave. That very moment a thought struck my mind, is this the same person I was so excited to meet?

A normal chit-chat and it was over. I didn't even find him happy to see me.

Time changes, but I guess it changes the bonding and the comfort too. I wish time takes me back to the same moments I wish to live once again...

You!

This blush was long lost. This smile was never expected to come back. This twinkle in my eye when i see the name flashing on my mobile screen, this skipping of a beat by my heart reading a bye, how? And why?

There were times when job was stressful and life had become monotonous. And nothing has changed now at the work front, except for the wait in every minute which passes, to get a single text from the person.

And during all this time, nostalgia strikes. At the hidden points in the heart and brain where it affects the most.

I still remember the touch, the talks, the shivers, the hugs, the bites, the abuses, the tickles and the fights as well... When I realize that every single bit is so fresh in my mind, it sends a chill down my spine, taking me to a state of trance where there is no distance, just the two of us.

And for all these feelings, thoughts, emotions and the numerous uninterpreted pacing heartbeats, the one and only reason is YOU! *loveyouColonel* <3 <3

The Continuation

I never expected things to happen again or continue from the same lines where i had kind of last read 'The End'. Not in this lifetime at least.

Who knew it was just a 'to-be-continued'

Everything is the same. The stupid butterflies which come in my stomach at every message beep, the just cute smiles, the longing to meet, the we-are-indirectly-making-plans-with-each-other, the want to be together.. It was the same when it was, when it was ending and even when it had already ended.

I'm secretly hoping that we celebrate this Xmas together at Mangalore. *hugsforyouColonel* :)X

Dreamy Days

At a cousin's wedding and being pointed out continuously by being said 'You're next' by cousins, their families and even unknown people.
Wow!
How on earth am I supposed to find the man of my dreams when the bride has accepted to stand with the groom who is nothing better than a compromise?

Its said that weddings are the most contagious places as they spread like live fire. One wedding leads to other, which leads to yet another, and this goes on forever.

But did someone ever ask me, what do you want from the guy who will be your man? All you not-so-happening people in the wedding, dying to see me married to any random-creepy-guy, here he comes...

Hero-like entry, dedicating a dance to the couple, he's making me go weak in the knees. Oh his moves, how could he even be related to the black-horsy-groom? He has the girls drooling over him and trying to grab his random-est glance. And then there is me. On a corner table, champagne in one hand, blushing, flushing, secretly hoping he notices me, observing his impeccably good looks and his perfect manly butt. (Ya i do notice that as well)
How I wish he was mine! I would have been at my wildest best every single time, had he been in bed with me! How I wish...

Hey, whats that? Oh hes right behind me, he's holding my hand! Singing for me(actually just the lip-sing).

Silence. I'm getting cold. Dad's looking and gets up. He expressed a 'Please???' to my dad. Dad smiles. He locks his eyes with mine, takes the glass and keeps it on the table, and with a firm grip on my hand escorts me to to the center-stage, the song continuing in the background. Dude, I feel so weak in my knees, I might just fall.

After a silly cameo jig, I'm back to the corner enjoying the drink, and now that this corner has become the center of attraction i see prying eyes of every person on me.

Dances done, ceremony done, food done, meetings, greetings and gossiping also done, I feel tired, especially because of the 5-inch torture. But the family is in no mood to move. Bored of hearing all the jabbering, I think of going to the open lawn, feeling the fresh air in the middle of the night through my face, leaning on a side platform, giving my feet  a bit of well deserved rest.

And I'm cold again. The same touch on the same hand. I turn around, just to get my eyes locked with his, and he carefully holds me by my waist and makes me sit on the platform like his Queen.
Removing those painful heels, he starts massaging my feet. Someone tell him to stop or I'll turn into a cold blooded mammal very soon.

"I don't know if this is love, but I know you are what I think will take us to love and bliss." Kneeling down he says in a voice so drugging, "Marry me!"

And the next I hear is a thud!! Even at 24, I still fall from the bed.

Happy Ending

Before I start, this is not a film review post. Please spare me from the critic-club!

All of us plan for a happy ending. In career, love, life.

But is it always that we have a happy ending? And in the first place, do we even have an ending?

What is an END for us? A break-up? Or maybe death? Or something worse than death like depression?

But there is always a scope for love again after an intense breakup as well. There is always scope for life after death. I mean who knows? And there is always scope for getting over depression.

I have a fracture today. But there is always scope for recovery.

And in all this where is the END? Only for the unwanted.

Emotions and feelings don't have an end. They just have to be waved-off for a while only to come back with a full-fledged vibe.

The moment you are happy, life and Karma save you from reaching the end and only when you feel that you're nearing an end is that you sense a new start making it a Happy Always.

"We fall in love only once"

No. For me its actually the number of times I have read romance novels.

When people say love is all about feelings, it is all about what is in the mind. Its your thought process because the brain has thinking cells and not the heart.

If I read a fifty shades today, I love Grey. I see Grey in someone who has caught my attention for a while, and I see myself falling for the "grey shades" in that person which wouldn't had been noticed had i not read the book.

Even when I got a copy of "Love beyond reason" in my hand, the gist alone was enough for me to realize that I'm going to have yet another beautiful time being in love.

Love is to be happy. And happiness is the key to cure loneliness and depression.

Keep reading. Continue being in love.

Yes Madam!

Okay. So this is not my boyfriend who's following my commands. At the first place, why am I saying all this when I don't even have one?

Maybe, just a little escalation by silly silly brain.

Anyhow, so this was by someone in my firm.

So this mister (actually, the intimidating shorty monster), does not want me to call him Sir.
In fact, whenever I say the word SO he hears it as SIR (putting all his energy in meetings, guess his listening senses have deceived him).

And so today when it was my robin in the round, he asked me to start by addressing me with the phrase, "YES MADAM".

Okay Sir, I've been taught since childhood to address men older to me as SIR.

Secondly, if the reason of him being a little-too-rude is that his so-called-confident-solution to the impossible and untidily configured task did not work for me was because it was untidy and not lack of working skills on my part.

And lastly, I'm talking to myself! Insanity!!

Texas! Sage Crying Saga

It was just another day in grad school. A boring lecture and nonsense-speaking professor. Everyone was like 'whats-in-the-book-and-what-is-she-teaching?' in their heads.

And then there was me, in one secluded corner reading this novel under the desk which changed my outlook towards life and relationships.

Texas! Sage.

Somehow I was always fascinated by the brown sepia effects in movies. And while reading this one, it was one fantastic experience that struck right through my heart where even the cupid wont be able to hit, never to go away.

The story was nothing more than ordinary. Then what was so special about it that made me cry for 2 hours after i finished reading the novel?

Several days passed by and I still did not find the justification of shedding tears, until I received a text from someone expressing the still-in-place long-lost love.

WOW!! Have I not come over from the past? Am I not a rock at heart? Do I still have feelings deep within me? Was I looking at the character as me? 
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And then there was my conscience smirking and murmuring, "Yes-No-Yes-Yes".