A walk to remember

The woods were lovely dark and deep. Walking slowly beside her, in the damp mud road, was her husband whom she barely knew. He was very relaxed, happily watching a group of kids playing at a distance. Her “mehandi” was still dark and smelling fresh, reminding of the excitements and tension 2 days back. “It cant work this way mom…please stop this”, she kept telling her mother till the last moment,who wouldnt listen but carry on with beautifying her.She had been crying all night and her make-up had to be patched up twice or thrice to hide her awkwardly swollen face. It was too late now.She had to get married “NOW” to the guy…The guy whom she had seen once and talked thrice.The guy about whom she knew nothing at all but for his name and work.Everything happened in a hurry and everthing was over before she could breathe again… here was she with this guy, all alone in this hill station… how can anybody send their daughter such a long distance with a stranger???

 

Perfect Proposal

I never thought I would propose. Never thought couple of years back that I would do something what I thought was so absurd and stupid like this. Never thought I would make news that I reviled to hear about before. I never understood the proper sense and intent of a “Proposal” till then. In fact, I don’t understand it completely even now.

The cool strong breeze kept my eyes only half-lit, which sighted the beauty of the gloomy, dim illuminated dusk. There was a slight sprinkle around the corner, soothing and keeping the romantic effect of that magical evening at ease. It was an ideal state. It was my favorite day, preferred time of the day, proper weather and best place to be and of course she was there, the apple of my eye. The stage was set for a Perfect Proposal.

It was not that I had waited for a day like this but it just happened. I arrived there little early and kept wondering “Am I really going to do this?” The entire idea of a proposal kept me troubling all the time. This was simply because I did not intend to do this anymore. I was sitting on one bench. Slightly elevated place from where a diminished view of the entire residential area around could be seen. It was urban outskirts, I will say. No sounds, except that of the gentle breeze. No light except the fading daylight. No tribe except me. It seemed strange that I came here often and hardly saw any people around. I wondered why…..but I wasn’t here to figure that out.
I turned and eyed at the sloped passage that led me here. In fact I was waiting for her. I turned back again and started recollecting all that I had thought, I should say. As I had almost finished I heard someone walking up.

 

Love matures with age

I read this really touching love story on the net. Thought i could share it with everyone here.

Nurse: “It was a busy morning, approximately 8:30 am,when an elderly gentleman, in his 80’s, presented to have sutures  (stitches) removed from his thumb.

He stated that he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am. I (nurse) took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would to able to see him.

I saw him looking at his watch and decided, since I  was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound. On exam it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound.

While taking care of his wound, we began to engage in conversation. Asked him if he had a doctor’s appointment this morning somewhere else, as he was in such a hurry. The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife.

I then inquired as to her health. He told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer Disease. As we talked, and I finished dressing his wound, I asked if she would be worried if he was a bit late. He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now.

I was surprised, and asked him. “And you are still going every morning, even though she doesn’t know who you are?” He smiled as he patted my hand and said. “She doesn’t know me, but I still know who she is.”

I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm, and thought, “That is the kind of love I want in my life.”

True love is neither physical, nor romantic. True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be.

 

Nice Guys

I just happened to read this awesome article about guys (nice guys) who are the most pitiable creatures on the earth. This is just an extract from the artticle that really moved me.

This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.

Read the entire article here.

 

Love at first sight

Whenever i hear about this phrase i wonder, “how can love happen at first sight?”. Does love not mean the relationship between two hearts??

When a person “X” sees a person “Y” of the opposite sex ( lets take “X” to be male and “Y” to be female for the context but both sexes are equal to this topic). So at the very moment X falls in love with Y without even knowing her name or other details some of which might be of prominent importance like whether she is married or committed. Just because she is beautiful, doesn’t mean she is kind hearted. (Am not telling everyone. So ladies dont msstake me). How long will she be beautiful??? Maybe till 40 or maximum 45. After that the external beauty that we thought was very attractive some 20 years before wont be that beautiful.

All through my life i have heard the definition of love as the relationship between two hearts. Love blossoms when two hearts start liking each other and when they see some sparks in them, but in our case where is the interaction between the hearts. In fact it is not in the plural sense, it is in the singular sense. Only X has seen Y and fallen in love. Y dont even know the existance of X. That too X’s eyes has seen Y and it liked her very much, it has told X’s heart to fall in love instantly without even thinking. (How can an eye think??).

This term has been wrongly used by our ancestors and we are also blindly following it. The exact term that must be used in this context is “infatuation” which is “an emotional state characterized by intense desire, often romantic in nature”.

So now i think now we are clear with the concept of infatuation (till now what we thought was “love at first sight”).

Now we shall discuss something about love.

The basis for love is a strong understanding between two hearts. This happens only with time. Hearts need some time to understand each other. Then suddenly at one point of time love blossoms in both the hearts (in most of the cases) or in one heart which may later go on to convince the other one. This is called love and this only will last forever. Here i am not saying all these will be success or the absense of this will be failure, but this is the case in majority of the cases.

So when anyone tells you that they have fallen in love at first sight be brave in explaining what we spoke here and explain them about infatuation and true love.

 

The Third Person

Sometimes the trust between couples is broken by the introduction of the ‘Third Person’. The third person may not be a person who may be interested in ur partner but a person with whom ur partner shares common ideologies. Sometimes these kind of persons click really quick. Your partner may share some common things with the third person.

 

Possessiveness

Is possessiveness really needed for a relationship??

If yes what is the limit for it??

Possessiveness as the term goes, we define our partner to be ours or in definitive terms we possess them. We want them to understand our thoughts rather than we understand their thoughts. We get really annoyed when our partner ignores us for someone whom/which we my think is not important at that context. We may be totally wrong. Our partner would need something from them/that at that point of time compared to us.