"Hello?" I greeted him and a smiled broke through his tired face.
"Hey." He groggily replied, giving me a side hug. "Didn't sleep?"
"Nah." I wrapped the shawl around myself more properly. "Couldn't without you. Was reading."
"I don't want my kid to be a nerd." He chuckled lightly as I followed him upstairs into the bedroom.
"Reading is so much more than what you think of it." I took out clothes for him as he freshened up. "How was the dinner by the way?"
"Good." He replied briefly, changing his shirt.
I had no clue what was so wrong and upsetting about the argument that he didn't bother to wake me up and drop a bye before going or simply leave a note saying that we were okay and he loved me.It wasn't for the first time that we were discussing the prospects of shifting back to India, it's wasn't new that we both had conflicting opinions, we were both rather into a conversation that we were habitual about and that was why I couldn't wrap my head around his abrupt demeanour.I wasn't the one who generally took his boiling words seriously but I did feel hurt when he told me that I was all free to leave him.I knew he didn't meant that but somewhere I also knew that it must be a thought in the back of his mind that rolled out with hi
"I hate you too." I scrunched my eyes, immediately regretting the words profusely."Aira?" I quietly whispered, turning around but she had walked a distance and it didn't seem she would look back any soon.I felt like a douchebag, a piece of shit for having behaved so impulsively, for having hurt her for something so trivial and so insignificant.I wanted to stop her and apologise instantly but I could gather no courage to peer into her hurt eyes or to hear her accusing tone or to talk to her at all."Virat?"I threw her hand away from mine."Virat I'm?"
I cuddled a little more with myself as a cold, fresh gush of wind ran across me.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
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
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.
I cuddled a little more with myself as a cold, fresh gush of wind ran across me.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
"I hate you too." I scrunched my eyes, immediately regretting the words profusely."Aira?" I quietly whispered, turning around but she had walked a distance and it didn't seem she would look back any soon.I felt like a douchebag, a piece of shit for having behaved so impulsively, for having hurt her for something so trivial and so insignificant.I wanted to stop her and apologise instantly but I could gather no courage to peer into her hurt eyes or to hear her accusing tone or to talk to her at all."Virat?"I threw her hand away from mine."Virat I'm?"
I had no clue what was so wrong and upsetting about the argument that he didn't bother to wake me up and drop a bye before going or simply leave a note saying that we were okay and he loved me.It wasn't for the first time that we were discussing the prospects of shifting back to India, it's wasn't new that we both had conflicting opinions, we were both rather into a conversation that we were habitual about and that was why I couldn't wrap my head around his abrupt demeanour.I wasn't the one who generally took his boiling words seriously but I did feel hurt when he told me that I was all free to leave him.I knew he didn't meant that but somewhere I also knew that it must be a thought in the back of his mind that rolled out with hi
"Hello?" I greeted him and a smiled broke through his tired face."Hey." He groggily replied, giving me a side hug. "Didn't sleep?""Nah." I wrapped the shawl around myself more properly. "Couldn't without you. Was reading.""I don't want my kid to be a nerd." He chuckled lightly as I followed him upstairs into the bedroom."Reading is so much more than what you think of it." I took out clothes for him as he freshened up. "How was the dinner by the way?""Good." He replied briefly, changing his shirt.
I took the support of the wall to stand still, its ice-cold surface giving me goosebumps.I inhaled and exhaled heavily, calming my nerves. My eyes were barely open but still I could spot Virat stand in front of me with a scowl and a confused expression on his face.He was always all comfortable taking care of me at all times during the day but he hated my midnight problems." Are you?" I cut him off, pushing him away and retching one more time into the commode. I heaved, an exasperated grunt escaping my lips.
I still dream that I'd wake up, with you in my arms and all of this being nothing but a nightmare.I still wish it to happen somehow, with any magic or miracle it requires. I swear I'd give my everything to wake up like that. I had no clue where we fell weak Aira. I still couldn't believe that our love wasn't enough for us?How could our families be so cruel and selfish Aira?
I was fully aware that I was lost and numb.I only hoped that the people around weren't talking about anything that involved my participation or at least required it.The only thing that occupied me was how my head spun, how hot my skin was and how I felt giddy and empty in my stomach."It was heck of a money, isn't it Aira?" George burst my bubble, pronouncing my name incorrectly as usual." Yeah." I feigned a chuckle not even bothering to know what deal they were discussing about.It was lunch and I was in my manager's room along with a few other colleagues of mine.I had no clue how I had come here after attending a hectic meeting on all my own because right now I didn't even have the power to listen or speak up