I gazed at the river, rippling and hitting against its bank, quiet and lost.
I wasn't upset anymore, the anger had dissolved, the tears had dried up but I was still far from peace and comfort.
A part of my heart felt torn and rusted but there was no one I could certainly blame other than my own self.
It was sad how he had been behaving lately, so rude and changed and how he had to lie for her and not meet me but her but it all came like a lesson to me.
It seemed it was my deeds returning to me, some karma doing it's part, making me go through the sufferings I inflicted upon him, punishing me and washing my sins.
I felt so dirty, mean and s
Seven Years LaterSydney was not new for me, neither was the accent nor the buildings. It was all familiar yet distant in its own way.But what mattered was that it no more had the power to stir anything within me.I thought coming back to Australia would make me giddy and weird, I thought it would whirl the records of souvenirs I had. But it didn't.I was okay with all of it, I was composed, in fact I was happy.I wasn't someone who would credit time for healing me, I'd rather say I did it myself.Or better.What broke me years back was what mend me at the last. If love broke me then, then love mend me again as well.Life was never smooth and easy after that, sometimes dying seemed better but ultimately it all fell in place.Eventually, he made everything right again.
Time is the most powerful weapon, it waits for none, it spares none. It just changes; everything you like, everything you do not like.When the night has comeAnd the land is darkAnd the moon is the only light we'll seeNo I won't be afraid, no I won't be afraidJust as long as you stand, stand by meI couldn't help but admire my baby in my lap, twinkling its tiny eyes in sleep, opening its small mouth big to yawn so full. He scrunched his face in desperation to tell me he had enough, with tears ready to spill out of his eyes
AiraSmiles are deceptive, and today I could feel it.There were excitement and joy everywhere, emotions and feelings occupying every ounce of air but I felt the void inside of me.My mother would peep at me every now and then, her eyes moistening with painful happiness each time.Dad would often brush his hand on my hair, smiling at me vividly.And my brother would care for me like never before. He wouldn't fight, he wouldn't argue but just yield to my desire easily.He was ready to give me anything but of course he couldn't give me what I really longed for.I was overwhelmed with all the love. I felt so filled and full yet so empty and incomplete.Tears whirled in my eyes but I bit them bitterly, with the
AiraWith each step I took towards the palace, I found myself more drowned into the wedding feels.The floral decorations were perfect and neat with the fairy lights giving it the best spark. The lake that walked along, could steal anybody's heart. It was calm yet alive in its own way and the moon light lit it amazingly.Everybody was ethically dressed, their attire itself giving major festive vibes. I walked with my hands folded into a 'namaste' as I bowed to most people I came across. I didn't know any of them but they were supposed to be my in-laws's relatives.
AiraNobody in the world knew what was more difficult, whether what I was doing or what Asher was doing.Constantly smiling, obeying my family, helping them out to arrange and carry different events for my wedding wasn't easy at all when his heart was terribly breaking in the process.But Asher wasn't complaining. He was doing all of that with full dedication, perhaps with the hope that somehow the tables would turn and he'd make us win.But I knew, it was impossible.It was ironical how my father and brother bonded so well with Asher and yet they wouldn't choose him as my life partner ever.No matter how perfect Asher was for me, but his religion shaded it all. A Muslim could never be with a Brahmin.I often wondered what could really break me in my happening, happy, little living and life gave me its answer f
AiraI was full of memories; good-bad, healing-wounding memories.The thoughts were so clear that I could picture every detail of my blood-shot, teary eyes. I could hear every echo of my cry or the words that choked me upon my own throat.I remembered pleading my mother for justice. I begged her for mercy, I begged her for Asher but she didn't budge a little.I told her I didn't want to marry Virat. I told her how much I loved Asher to be without him and all I got was a loud thunder of anger and resistance.I had never witnessed her more nervy or enraged than that day ever. She was a woman to win battles with patience and calm but that day she didn't have any to offer.Her face was fuming red, her eyes terribly covered with layers of wrath.She d
AiraIt was all good. I often used to hang out with Asher's mother. She loved my company and she called me her saviour in the foreign, rushed lifestyle of Sydney but it was all until one day Asher told her about us. She had come to Australia during Christmas. I remember we had a fantastic weekend that year but it soon died when Asher revealed about us.She stopped talking to me since that day. The only limited, precise conversations we had after that were about how she wanted me to maintain distance with Asher or how both of our lives would ruin if we continue to go along. Series of conflicts and arguments continued for a year or two and eventually we were left with nothing but to gi
EshaLaughing was easy but feeling it from within, letting it make your heart genuinely happy was difficult.My little world shattered seeing Virat in front of me. Never in the deadliest of my nightmares I thought we'd meet again and never like this. A sharp pain seeped through my blood, ripping my heart completely as the colourful and the best memories I ever had sailed before my eyes. Airport. Beaches. Photography. Dance clubs. Whisky, wine, vodka. Night conversations. Silly arguments. Never ending long drives. Suddenly, I could feel them all as if it was just yesterday when they made me feel amazingly alive.