Hi Max,
Here I am sharing with you something which I had already
shared with you some time ago. So, I’ve nothing new to disclose; no secrets to
share.
Then why share at all? What purpose is it going to serve?
Yeah! You are right. It won’t serve any purpose in
particular. But just by opening my heart here you’ll get to know that whatever
little I shared with you was just a part of the whole.
So here go my some unshared feelings…
Yeah!
It’s true when you came to see me for the first time, your cuddly-bear-physique
had put me off. You didn’t look your best that day.
"A
case of pot calling a kettle black?"
Okay! Fine!
But aren’t people attracted to
their polar opposites?
And I admit that I kept looking for ways and means to get
rid of your marriage proposal, so much so that I proposed to one of the guys in
college. But my dream boy had another dream girl in his life.
Hopes
hammered. Desires reached a dead end.
And unfortunately
with no bakra(sacrificial lamb) in sight
I had no choice but to say yes to your proposal. And suddenly on our day of
engagement I was so head over heels over you. Yes, you looked ultra- fabulous
that day. In fact, I would term the word fabulous as an understatement. I know,
I know I looked ultra-ugly that day with all that over done make-up and all. But what I
want to admit here is that I fell for your looks on our day of our engagement.
Yeah! Initially we
were like two ferocious lions sharing the same den. Our egos, misgivings,
insecurities, and complexes had taken over our lives completely, so much so that
we overlooked each other feelings. In fact,"my way or the highway,” become the
unwritten, unspoken rule of our lives. And I admit I made the most of it by going
the highway.
Nonetheless, despite the negative omens, despite our misgivings, despite the
naysayers, despite we-told-you-so relatives, despite you-should-have-married-my-daughter aunties, despite you-would-get-a-better-match friends, despite our
inherited anger and stubbornness, despite my dark-complexion, despite my short
stature, our marriage survived. Woohoo!, this month we completed nine years of our married
life. Probably God’s sweetest gift to us in the form
of Aryan helped us fight through the toughest phases of our lives.
Today, when I look back, everything we did, every argument we
had seems so childish and immature.
Now, I can’t think of a life beyond you.
It’s you who make my life complete.
Your Angry Women
P.S. Btw you know, I've mellowed down a lot these days.
The prompt for this fortnight was to write a letter to :
Your current love/ spouse/ crush or Your ex-love/ spouse / crush.
