Satwadeekha Thailand!!

With peculiar facades and individuality, I had always pen down, or in today’s world key down, every novel place I had experienced. To my preceding years of fidgeting between youth and middle age adulthood entirely, I considered to pen down my another fascinating and awe-inspiring journey. My foremost foreign country experience to the land of golden pagodas, mystifying sandy beaches, emerald fjords, gemstones state and a favored location for all travel fanatics. “Satwadeekha Thailand!!”

A spree impromptu-sly premeditated, of within a month was the earliest aspect of commencement of my flabbergasted elation to visit Thailand. It was to be my first International jet-setting jaunt, but officially next as I had already had a magnificent memorabilia with Nepal. But this was as distinctive for me again. Preparations with booking International flights, Visas, hotel bookings and forex was an petite concern for me. But although much work was done by a travel agent, I was cynical about the provisions, as I coveted this outing to be quite accomplishment. But, my parents didn’t want to jeopardize whatsoever. Well we reckoned days with ground works, of what to wear, what to take and how the whole enchilada must be impeccable.

We had a late night flight to catch from our city to Bangkok via Kolkata. As I premeditated Google to aid, we must be one and half hours prior in Thailand from India time. This was subsequent exhilaration that added a much hilarity to my experience that I may lose some typically 1 hour 30 minutes’ time of life back at my place. That was assorted jousting and comicality of my brain that day. Well anyway our anticipation and dread was always a chunk of hand baggage all throughout the tour. Arriving early morning, in a different country, different language, different government, different people overall gave me a tweak that I was an outsider there. I only have a single entry tourist visa and must abide the laws. Yet those didn’t dampen my morale of being a inquisitive yet relaxed vacationer, which I always safeguarded in my cognizance.

Don-Mueang Airport was another international airport at Bangkok, other than Survabhaumi, may be the older one, where we reached very early around 6 in the morning. Quite hoary but dainty airport it was, but once you come out, our taxi was first thing of our lavish trip we organized. The comprehension of being a foreigner quite instigated at point, where we had to undertake an Immigration procedure at International airports. Two hours ride to our accommodation, made me grasp, that Bangkok is one of kind colossal metropolis with all modernization that India is still moving on to. Enormous high risers, substantial shopping malls, metros and public was a prevue of that extravaganza we were into. Our five-star accommodations added more sweetness to the cream-cake, we already experienced. If I could say, the whole hour of convivial was dazzling that I can envisage of. Amari Hotel was our first accommodation , positioned in the classy vicinity, was added cream to the cake. Observing the lofty constructions from my 23^rd floor room was just outgrowing my perimeters of enthusiasm and vivacity. Late afternoon was well spent in eating and shopping at Platinum Mall, Indera Market and having a catch of scrumptious food at 6^th floor food court was a prodigious start of our tour.

2^nd day of our widespread itinerary was to visit Safari World and Marine Park. It was one of the kind, we had ever visited. Marine park & Safari world homes an ecological and zoological park for both flora, fauna and marine world of the country and beyond. We had arrived right on time for Orangutan shows, following sea lion and elephant shows. They were very hilarious and resplendently well trained. I didn’t see trainers being despicable to the creatures, which shows mankind and animal world must persist amicably. The place was quite an experience for us and astoundingly, there were folks from worldwide.  And the Indian number has enormous. They even had distinctive diners to explicitly offer Indian food for the lunch. This staggered me yet again. Indian food on foreign soil. Mindboggling, yet was right there to satiate your Indian palate. After a much decent but nimbler lunch, we went the “D-show” we were waiting for, a private ride in the Open Safari. The tour organizer had arranged a cab and tickets for us. Open safari was the most exceptional experience where you can see giraffes, zebras and other wild animals and birds, just outside your cab windows. The most astonishing part, that actually made my day was to enter into Wild Carnivore enclosure. The Lions, Tigers, Bears were all in a natural environment. We were the hushed rovers caged in our cabs and they wandered free. We could see giant lions and tigers just collaborating to subsist together in the enclosure. That experience is still afresh in our minds. To wild catfishes in the marine world, we saw in huge aquariums and free roaming wild animals, that day was an irreplaceable episode of my volume of expedition. A contemplation aroused in my trance cognizance that nightfall while observing the city’s busy life from my high elevated room, that Time is on no occasion going to pause for you. For you must recognize that meticulous method to elite your moments , make them striking to cherish in future relaxed hours of the life. Novel community, novel conurbations often give you a quintessential message , of no matter how bumpy and how even a lifetime can be , but you must recognize how to accomplish that hour ,that instant of your lifespan.

3^rd day: We were to bid adieu Bangkok and ensue Pattaya, the oriental east side Las Vegas, if you know what I mean. But before we would go Pattaya, we sojourned for a tranquil visit to Golden Buddha temple and Gemstones Galleria. The Holy place was situated in sub-urban and  housed 6 tons of Golden Buddha in its inner sanctum  and the shrine architecture was as splendid as the complete arena and expanse of the sanctum. We lighted incense sticks, lotus as reverence to all eloquent and true embellishment of knowledge, the Buddha. After that heartening and peaceful prayer in the morning , Gemstones Galleria furnished an extraordinary experience to glimpse the rich resource of gemstones Thailand has. Rubies, Sapphires and many more that glittered in our reminiscences. Upon reaching Pattaya and checking into our lavish yet laid-back Bay-view hotel, the whole part beheld categorically up-to-the-minute. The sapphire ocean alike the atmosphere, white sands, vacationers making their way on the bay, thriving souvenir shops, sea food and other eat outs, beach bars and massage hubs. That gave me quintessential salutation to that place. “Welcome to Pattaya city”. Almost looked like greeting us to the eastern side Vegas with coastlines minus the dry desert. Aftermath the sunset was as sparkly as the sky gawking with flamboyant cabaret concerts illustrating varied nationalities. The show was none other than famous Alcazar Show. The best Cabaret in the nation itself. I couldn’t help but stand and clap to beautiful performers of the evening. The colors of Pattaya had started painting the lovely canvas of memoirs from the preliminary minutes itself.

4^th Day of our trip was much waited excursion to Coral island in a high speed boat. Pattaya had already twisted to lazy spaced, fun mood and sunny side of me juxtapose my moderate etiquette of class. We had lazy late morning hours loitering the overcrowded beaches of Coral Island, filled tourists of alike happiness and fervor. There was Paragliding, Sea floor walking, water bikes, banana boat ride like adventure activities while we connected and relished the surrounds as we hopped from one water  station to another to reach Coral island. We found a quite space for four of us to adore the clear blue water and white beaches, and lush vegetation of the island. In short-while of an hour we had to return back for it was time we must satiate our Indian tummies in foreign land and pump in more vigor to enjoy the place. The nightfall and the zest in around our hotel was harmoniously echoing the energy, color and dynamism as we deep dived into the place itself. We moved in and around the seafood shacks and some 7-11 shops to enjoy some refreshments, absorbing the hue and zeal, after a riveting stopover to Underwater World, the experience was very extraordinary and cheering to see diversity of marine creatures. The day ended, winding-up with a much exceptional and diversified experience of Pattaya. I wish I could return back again with my people, at least ,to experience some more cumbersome fragment left. While I sat to maneuver on to next set of my experiences and excitements in the country, I comprehended a cheery but soft passion making me assume for a wonderful tomorrow. This picturesque beach urban jolted a wisdom in me that you must essentially color your soul with a desire to ploy optimistic habits to lead on your remaining lifespan with absolute joyfulness  and tranquility from within.

5^th Day was the flight transfer from Pattaya to Phuket. A 2-odd hours long flight to paradise of South Thailand. Phuket is a place unlike from Pattaya. Phuket houses added culture and tradition with quintessential Thai vivacity of welcoming guests to its laps of blue-green Andaman Sea, minor islands and exquisite beaches. Dusit Thani Laguna Phuket, heartwarmingly greeted us to add the pearls of our unforgettable holiday. I will always be gratified with their welcome and hospitality. A resort with its own private beaches and villas. Sanctifying and yet passionately carved rooms and restaurants with Thai and other cuisine very professionally served. I just can’t stop appreciating them. We had reached around in noon at hotel. After a hassle-free check-in and freshen-up with splendid Thai lunch, we admonished ourselves to discover the complete resort. We sauntered around the property, where there was a lovely and small artificial lake just near the private beach. The beach was moderately empty , with few guests who ventured out for a relaxing stroll or an afternoon swim. The vegetation and landscape with small cascades and rest areas was very soundly preserved . There were small to big fishes in the cute ponds they had. All of this was philanthropically adding the crux of much desired peaceful discontinuity from the consistent world a worn-out soul looked-for. I pretty pirouetted on the trail from the lobby to the surroundings. The elation occupied into my sanity with not only the serenity of the environment around but the weather was correspondingly accumulating into  all the indispensable melodiousness a weary traveler would need after a stretched journey. By the sundown, I felt this was the exact and much need break that was commenced , and the contentment was bucketing more into to stimulate my blunted wits. I poignantly sought to come back this place with my future partner to augment more fragrance of the exotic frangipani flowers and colors of purple orchids that was already filling my mind and my room.

6^th day was our second day in Phuket, welcoming and waking us up  with serene and moist weather in morning. The view of silent shores with waves crashing on to it, mixed with falling raindrops, and early morning risers, regular dwellers of the locality. It was still dark back home but here it was lovely dawn etching into my sketch of reminiscences. It was an exceptional wake-up call by Nature at that moment, ceasing all other reveries in a fatigued mind. Every thought just ceased to exist, just the guise and aroma occupied my mind and body at the moment. I kept staring vacuously to the view like a hollow vessel pouring itself with fresh dewdrops of the morning After a hasty breakfast, we boarded a steamer to Phi-phi Island, our much awaited piece in the itinerary. Phi-Phi island accommodates diverse and tiny islands like Maya bay , Viking Cave and many picturesque viewpoints and beautiful beaches which just complements a sumptuousness to this east side Caribbean experience. The islands that we crossed to reach Phi Phi island bay, were supplemented as much accounts to our memoirs, I can behold of such inadequate stretch we have. Those backdrops would still haunt me, like calling me again into its laps to experience and cherish every moment again as we did that day. We returned back to our final day here with heavy heart after a pretty gratification with local delicacies and exploration of the traditional boats crashing inaudibly into salient white beaches of the main island, reconnoitering the jetties and the transparent sea below with exotic tiny fishes, and souvenir shops in the island. More confounding was the island mountains with its foliage and exquisiteness. The day marked a remarkable memoir for us , as it was last day on this distinctly beautiful nation. Melancholy hovers like a fresh flower every day. I fairly assured myself, that I must come back to this place, to venture in more and pour the freshness of the morning after my long tiring days before, to recommence every yearning and elate my senses again.

Those 7 days of idyllic tour added too much of enthralling experiences , from the exquisite Thai delicacies, to Indian origin food on foreign land, eclectic culture diversity from candidness of the modernization that Bangkok and Pattaya holds to the secluded and quaint coast life in hilly valleys of Phuket. The ethnicity that has numerous assortments made me feel like I can relish everything here. If you are an adventure sports lover or a weary wanderer in own soul searching expedition, you will get the precise supplements here. Even if you are travelling solo, or with your life partner, even your friends and family, this nation stretches you every essentiality to realize and rejuvenate everything around you and in you. As inhabitants of Thailand will always greet you with modesty , dignity and with a smile, you will assuredly notice the sense of being with own folks, to embrace yourself back to life ,where you have been losing yourself  in the midst of the diurnal crowd and chaos.  If I have to label the whole sojourn in the country of Thailand with one term, it would be just Epic!!

How I fathom my partner to be!!

For I always fantasized of a life-partner,
how will it be to cognize in the get-together,
one day, someone asked me, 
how do you carve your Mr. to be,

I laughed to my heart, said it’s too common
I know he is there in my heart only have to summon.
They asked again, to not be shy, 
I said okay! Here I go, do not cry... 

I started that he would be the one 
who looks at me in the morning sun, 
he would try to darn my disheveled hair
with his stimulating whisper of the dawn fair. 

He would leer at my trivial tales.
Or make me laugh at my despairs.
He would share all in his mind.
Like no secret have kept behind.

When the seasons pass on and on, 
we keep up altogether, 
in the ups and down, whatsoever, 
we would not lose faith upon each other.

When I get cranky at my severe to bad times, 
which I undergo alone in many whiles.
He would soothe me, with his not ever mutable adoration 
his soothing soft voice would make ache pass in harmonization.

When I get engorged all over my form,
with a baby bump or would be sworn,
he would always handle me with care,
not only for our baby, but also for my share.

He would father our children, 
like best ever would be, 
he would guide them through the light
with pride together in holding tight.

When his debauched days come, 
he would keep his head in my lap, 
All I would plea, to take away his pain, 
so that he sleeps with great relief to this disdain.

As our old age approach, we would take care, 
if I fall down, he would be there, 
we would hold hands together, till my heart at ease.
Be it in doctor’s chamber or in the open till I cease.

I would speak him already to not be despair,
If I perish sooner for he would be sad,
Once he would take my photo and say

“Sweetie, I miss you, please be mine in the next birth to come.”

Here you go.

Here I feel a momentous glow,
when I saw those eyes in the scope,

Where none found them, or maybe binary
I elite them in my thoughts so endlessly,

I didn’t know what beheld me although,
in those significant while or would be so,

All I assumed could that exist
incessantly love I always perceive

In seconds, in time, I grew so near
to meditate yes you are one for me, dear

Nowhere I would feed my wonderment,
but was your beautiful smile that captivated.

I didn’t give a thought of you
too be counter the same.

All I had to do was to love
even in the erratic stage.

But bit by bit, dawn came near,
reveries broken down to reality sheer.

I found you couldn’t get
the doors that would take you to mine

You stepped out of my caring gloom
without even finding it was always above your crown

You gusted out me to my everlasting exclusion
from the world I built of you so extreme

My dreams, my reveries were down to inferno
how would you do in that spilt second for so.

So, Here you go breaking the barricades,
and Here I remain to even stop you no more. 

THE UNCOMMONNESS IN COMMONALITY...

The uncommonness is what we always desire when we think about being in love. Isn’t it my readers?? Well I have a notion that uncommonness of fact that there is no inkling of being in love. It just happens without any reason. Well there is a motive to everything for sure. But Love is more special, more uncommon where there is ordinariness in our practical life. Don’t you think so?

Tia was a girl of dreams. She never had decent life with her parents, as she had lived with her divorced mother. So, her contentment was with being with those dreams she weaved. Visions that she saw, she built and pondered that when it will come true. Don’t mistake her my readers that she has no real-world life. But those were her dreams that kept her in hope to live in better prospect. One of such dreams was to be with an impeccable man, a man with strong arms and soft heart. The uncommon part was, she didn’t want the man to be gorgeous or look like demi god/Greek god like Christian Bale or Hrithik Roshan. The best was she wanted the person would be more charming by his disposition than his appearances. Tia was a conventional beauty. But she had a wonderful heart. Always ready to lend a hand and unstinting to everybody she met. Yet she herself was an icon of feminism. She stood for the right and empowerment of women.

Tia was an eminent part in Writer’s Revolutionaries club of her college, where sometimes she and her fellow club-mates concoct stories for the Drama club about diverse visions of life, struggle, respect and leading owns life in best potential and honorable mode. In her sophomore year of college, she wrote an article of waning fact of feminism. She was feeling that the women are being constantly beleaguered in different spheres of life. Be it at educational institutes, workplaces, even at home. Women from tender age to old, are suffering in each corner, the liberation of women’s spirit is shackled with heavy chains of lust, selfishness, infidelity and many more domestic violence.

She thought writing won’t affect, as people are imperiled to forget the other day unless they are fettered in same agony. Thus, she wrote for play-act and went to the Drama club with script one day in her college. She didn’t know there is another senior who just joined the drama club. It happened so, that the newbie was alone in their drama hall, awaiting others.

 Tia came in and asked,

“Who are you? Where are Raghav, Mitasha and others?”

The gentleman stood up said,

“I am waiting for them, as I just joined the club today.”

Tia replied,

“Oh!! That’s nice, I am Tia, from Writer’s Revolutionaries Club. I just came up with new story. Would you please give this to Raghav or Mitasha? I have a class to attend, so Thanks in advance”

She unpleasantly hurried way with unknown breathlessness and nervousness. Uncommon to what she is.

The young man stood there with flabbergasted look with the script in his hand and watching Tia panting away.

After few days at the Drama Club,

Raghav said, “The script is really nice, but our principal would not let us do this”.

Tia said “This is truth Raghav, U know that, but how come you are saying no?”

Mitasha came in and said,

“Guys, Arjun said we need to do this, as it will create a huge revolution and will give the right stimulation to many women and even men to think and realize”.

Tia was enthralled over Arjun’s such statement. But who is this Arjun in their club?

When she asked for it, Raghav said Arjun is his classmate and recently joined their drama club.

Tia was hugely captivated over Arjun, She thought of him to be very nice guy. And again her dreams cropped up.

She had so many illusions, or rather fashioned so many deductions over Arjun’s temperament, living style.

But my readers, love is definitely not on the cards, it seems. As there was nothing more than a first jumbled meeting of Tia and Arjun.

The other day, when Tia was called to explicate and elaborate the emotions in the script, she was formally introduced to Arjun. Arjun was ordinary looking guy with nothing uncommon in his appearance. But Tia sensed he must have a very striking personality. Man with Iron hands and words she believed of.

Tia was totally hypnotized the way Arjun took up the script and explained how to enact them. She felt her characters are factual in the way Arjun rendered them to his fellow mates.

In these days of play rehearsal, Tia and Arjun started to become good friends. They even shared time after college for coffee and had huge rounds of talks over everything. Tia found Arjun, although have a different personality then her, had this demeanor, that made her felt sense of safety and politeness.

Tia never happened to mix with her fellow boy class mates or others as she scrutinize more than anything she wants to be on safer side. But Arjun was different. She felt, he must have come from a good class of decent and educated family. So she thought of asking about his family.

 “Tia, can we speak of something else. I can tell you later about my family.”

Arjun said heatedly this time as if he didn’t want Tia to let her know about his personal life.

Tia got livid too. She said,

“Whenever I ask about your family, or if you have a girlfriend, why do you get so heated?”

Arjun didn’t speak anything and left the coffee table, swiftly.

Tia wondered what’s gone wrong with Arjun.

“Why didn’t he never spoke of his family? Why he remains quiet when I ask about his love life?”

She messaged Arjun that night,

“I am sorry Arjun, I didn’t want to hurt you. But I wanted to know more about you, you have become more than a good friend. But I understand you might have some space and edge to it. So it’s fine J Good night”

After few minutes there was a blink in her phone with Arjun’s message on it.

“Don’t worry, if you really want to know, meet me tomorrow at Coffee shop”

The next day,

Tia was all fervent to know more about Arjun’s life. Just then, Arjun came in with white as if he was in a memorial hall or from a cemetery. Tia wouldn’t understand what the matter is.

She suddenly asked,

“What happened?”

Arjun slowly seated at the table and started to speak.

“It’s my Mother’s and Wife’s Second Death Anniversary. I was giving Shradh for them at the Paschim river ghat nearby”.

It was like a lightning struck to Tia’s mind and senses.

“Arjun had a wife, and both of his mother and wife died in same day??”

She felt like asking what? How? And when?

But before she would speak, Arjun showed her two photographs from his wallet.

Tia took them from Arjun and started looking at them in speechless manner.

Arjun started saying,

“I come from a very lowly village down in Rajasthan-Gujrat border. We make Salt and Bandhini work as part of our daily work and business. But there was a ruthless don of my village, who took 50% of our income in order to strive his life, lust and living.

He used to utilize every women for his own needs. He never had a family of his own. He also had a business of trafficking drugs to Pakistan and sometimes young women trading.

We also had a custom of child marriage and yes, I was too married at age of 11 years to 10 year old girl, Chandini.”

Tia looked on to a beautiful girl’s photo who must be age of 16-17 years. A charismatic beauty for a village girl to look at.

Arjun continued.

“When I was 18 years and she was 17, we understood that we are totally in love. We had this good memories when we both came here once. My parents treated her more than a daughter than a daughter in law. My father with all his savings had allowed me to study further, so he sent me here to complete my education. But last year, that uncivilized Don, Vichitra, had went to his extremes.”

With this Arjun’s eyes filled up with tears. Tia held his hands to console him and pacify him. He too kept his hand on her and continued.

“My father had ran out of money, so I did extra tuitions and other part time jobs to earn my life, college and rest much more send him. But Still Vichitra had some rough intentions.

One day he came up to my house and said that he would give my family 60,000 rupees if they sell my wife, Chandini to him. When I heard of this from my neighbors of village, I was enraged, I left the college in mid of exams. For which I had to stay back for a year later.

Anyhow when I came into my house…”

Arjun suddenly stopped, his knuckle was tightened and was sturdier than iron, and his eyes were blood-shot red, but he wasn’t crying.

Tia was afraid, not for the tale she was listening, but for Arjun, who was undergoing through lot of agony.

Arjun still continued after a while that.

“When I came into my house, there was blood everywhere, and sound of Chandini, shrieking in pain, as if she was calling to her help. My mother was stabbed and was bleeding to death and my father injured to core. I understood what’s happening and took the axe lying at the corner... I first entered my room and killed 5 men surrounded Vichitra and Chandini, who was watching the most revolting thing in world… Without looking more further, I axed 20 times on Vichtra’s posterior, slaying him instantly. I felt I could do anything to justify the mistreated happened to my wife and my parents.

Watching my wife in this condition was terrible, Tia. But I hold her in my hands and cried loud. Till then she had lost her breath her life holding my hands, as if she acknowledged me for taking revenge of delinquency done to her. The vehemence was still alive, I still remember this day, and how I had to take my father to hospital and cremated Chandini and my mother with my own hands.”

Tia was then dreadful hearing this heart wrenching truth of Arjun’s life. She understood, why Arjun took the interest over her script. She understood, he was no common man. He was there to instantly take the revenge of the wrath fell upon his family.

Arjun continued,

“It was a black day. However I had took up a vow, to never let a woman suffer for anything. I thought somehow, Lord Gopalji was with me, as the judge bailed me on self-defense. My father and other villagers too supported me. But I lost my two most significant women of my life, in hands of those uncouth lustful butchers”.

Tia, after that disclosure of Arjun’s past, had not slept whole night. She felt the pain for Arjun and there was more than empathies. She also thought that there are such men who can do the righteous verdict at the time of such crisis. And even took the pledge to safeguard the women race whenever required.

Over the time, the sympathies and sorrow for Arjun became a tender emotion that fostered in Tia’s heart. She blended herself in Arjun’s colors of sensations, she was drawing herself more closely to Arjun. But on other hand Arjun although wanted to be with Tia, somehow he struggled to keep a distance, as the pain of separation from his wife, Chandini was unbearable at times to him.

These days, Arjun and Tia started an association in the city as “Help Woman Helpline” taking help of police, legal and medical help. They helped many women in city whoever came for help in legal and emotional grounds.

Meanwhile the smoothness of womanly love, crept into Arjun’s life. Tia although felt that she is in love with Arjun, but she never confessed. She knew if she would, she will not only upset Arjun’s past remorse, but also she might lose a friend who was more than a soul mate would be.

Tia knew Arjun is not among common men she comprehends, and even when she daily meets with such abusive cases against women. She even didn’t like her father, as her mother was tortured by him with his constant ego clashes and domestic abuses. So her mother had to be separated to save her daughter’s future. Tia then never could gel up well with men around. Although she never faced such, she kept herself out of mixing with menfolk, but she had a reverie of being with a person so different.

Arjun was man of unique heart very much different than she perceives other men. But yet nobody else can decipher what’s so uncommon in Arjun than other same class of men. Tia was completely sure that the man of her dreams is only Arjun. But she too was in pain that she will never be with him, as she didn’t want him to get hurt.

Meanwhile the compassion Tia provided was intuited by Arjun. More his heart wanted to live a new life, he would think of suffering his mother and his wife went through. Arjun was growing uncomfortable at times being with Tia. He was not able to think at times what he should do. But then he said to himself,

“May be Tia is only being sympathetic towards my past suffering and my father.”

Suddenly he felt a wobbly hand on his shoulder. It was his father. He said to him,

“Son, I know what you are feeling right now. It was our past that we are still struggling with. But had I been at your place, I would have happily embraced the future, also with loving memories of past. Now, you have an option also Son, where your memories are cared by your upcoming future”

Arjun understood what his father meant. His future is none other than Tia. Just then his phone beeped and found that it was Tia’s message.

She wrote,

“Can we meet at our office tomorrow?”

Arjun couldn’t understand what happened, why she said such. Suddenly when he entered he found Tia with her mother.

Arjun asked

“What happened, auntie? Are you okay?”

Tia’s mother replied suddenly.

“Will you marry my daughter?”

Arjun took a step back. Tia understood Arjun was hurt. She turned her face and started to cry. Then Tia’s mother replied.

“Tia’s father wants her to get married to his friend’s son, so that he can get some money to save his beer bar. That filthy man. Please I beg you Son. Just marry my daughter. So that I can save her from his uncivilized father and his friend. His friend, Dev Prasad is a rich business man of this city and his son is a retard. If I can show him that Tia is married to you, then he might not do anything. If he does I can take legal help. It’s my fight son, I don’t want my daughter to be sacrificed. I know I am being selfish and asking so much from you, but please help me. ”

Arjun couldn’t answer. Tia replied.

“Mother, Arjun is a nice guy. I know I love him but…”

Suddenly Arjun replied.

“What did you just now said, Tia?”

In such rare situation Tia could not understand how she was able to confess her heart to. So, she remained silent. She would know, her heart will be broken. But she braced herself to face it but just then in, Arjun took her hands and said,

“It’s not enough to say just “I love you”, Tia. We need to enact upon each and every day. I know I never had a chance to prove it for Chandini, although I think I was able to bring justice to her suffering. Now when I am getting another chance, I don’t want to lose it. I promise that I would prove you every day that I love you”

Tears welled up in Tia’s eyes. She would not say any words. She hugged him. Then Tia, her mother, Arjun and his father went to near Temple. They got married in the same day. And then they approached their friend lawyer, Ashutosh, who made their marriage legal papers. And then they blissfully got married.

Everything was going smoothly, Tia and Arjun’s married life, their parents. Tia and her mother along with Arjun’s father worked in the NGO, where else Arjun had a decent job in the IT company after college.

Until then one day, Tia’s father and his friend arrived with goons, to forcibly take Tia. Tia’s mother begged her to leave her daughter as she was married, just then Arjun’s father called him about the hue and cry in the house which was now situated near to his office. He understood this time he won’t let his love to fail into hands of such evil people.

Then he called and came in with his NGO workers. This time, Tia was well protected by her true mate, her husband, Arjun. Even if she was injured badly in the commotion, she was happy and thanked god for Arjun and everyone else, all of them showed bravery. The other people around who worked for Tia and Arjun’s Help line had beaten the goons, Tia’s father and Dev Prasad black and blue.

The police arrived and arrested the goons, Tia’s father and Dev Prasad. They were charge sheeted and finally jailed with help of local police station’s statement and of various pending cases against of Dev Prasad. And thus the truth and justice succeeded and so was the uncommon love.

The love which appeared like a normal wholehearted relationship, was the quintessence of un-commonality. Uncommon is love that had no such idea which would be pen down, but the unusual was the spirit prevailed each day, each moment. Tia and Arjun subsisted their future overlooking all worries and guarding not only each other but others as well.

Sruti

Saturday, September 06, 2014

Silence is another Name being in True LOVE??

Part-3:

The saga of Love had just about to arise, the long drought has been over, and the wait is over for both Ankita and Abhinav. It seemed the barrage of the love would be broken, the emotions would flow free.

But before Ankita and Abhinav would confess about the love they had, suddenly Ankita got a call from her mother, that her father have got a stroke and is in hospital.

She, forgetting the daze, went into another shudder. The thought of losing someone is very excruciating. And when you know, the loss is reaching, it discomforts a lot.

She hurried to the hospital. But luckily, her father, Mr. Gupta was recovering then, and the doctors have said he could be well in few days. Ankita breathe out with the relief. Abhinav was too there, but the momentary confessions of the souls in love have lost the rhythm, have lost all it flows, but still there lied the seepage of the adoration that was calm and stationary for years.

That night again, Ankita saw her long lost reverie, this time the noble man was revealed as Abhinav and grown-up Disha with him. She happily cuddled her. And then, when she looked at Abhinav, she saw the same eyes with the love and the respect, she once saw. The Noble man was closer than he was before. Before she would feel him with the touch of her hands, suddenly she woke up.

To her sheer amazement, She found her hand been clutched with hands of sleeping Abhinav. She switched on her bed lamp to see her hand was held by Abhinav, and there was smile in his face, a smile she yearned to see, a smile which made her feel triumphant for Abhinav, like he got his happiness back after a very long time.

Ankita didn’t strained to withdraw her hand from his grip, as she too never felt this gratification before. She slept rest of night, with joy and the serenity. Somewhere she got the answer although not from Abhinav’s words, but from the involuntary gesture that happened this night.

And this blissful actions happened all following nights thereafter. Ankita never wanted to question any more, of what this was. Abhinav too didn’t have the courage to speak. But It seemed like the gust of affection prevailed, although felt but not heard of.

In few days, the exchanges of glances, the comfort in discomforts grew, the untamed smiles were exchanged. Disha and others relatives noticed the same. Ankita had left her company job by now, as she wanted to be a full-fledged mother for Disha, being her protective shade for long. To astonishment, Disha never complained.

She in fact revealed that her Ma is her best friend, to her college buddies. The magnitude of her obedience made her successful in every examinations. She excelled in many fields of her interest. She always had benedictions of both mothers she belonged to.

In these days, Disha was furtively planning of something in the coming Valentine’s Day, as if she wanted to surprise her parents with her new attention .And unexpectedly she sought after many novels especially the love stories of the times.

One day, Disha came up to her mother and said,

“Ma, in few days, there is Valentine’s Day, So, I have something to tell you.”

Ankita grew curious, as at this age girls do often get into relationships and most of times with the wrong ones.

So Ankita interrogated in tensed voice,

“You have a boyfriend, and you want to go out with him on that day?”

Disha crinkled her lips, thinking

“How come Ma knew I was about to say that?”

She replied with hassled tone,

“Ye-yes Ma, please let me go.”

Ankita replied,

“I will allow you only when I and your father meet him”

Disha was overly excited as if her plan worked. She hugged her Ma and said in thrilled tone,

“Sure Ma, do meet him some day, Shall I book a table in our favorite restaurant? You meet him, ask him any questions you want. And if you find him suitable for me, then please allow us to have good time in Valentine’s Day, I promise nothing will be out of line.”

Ankita said,

“Its fine, Disha but before that ask your Dad. It’s very crucial decision. “

“Ok Ma” Disha hastily answered and went off.

Ankita was tensed, not how come her daughter is in relationship, but will she able to get all she dreamt of. Being a mother, she wouldn’t understand how to recommend her for this is quite delicate issues, as she too have underwent such commotions in life.

Meanwhile Disha went to her father and asked the same.

Luckily, Abhinav too wanted to meet Disha’s new found association.

So Disha fixed-up a meeting over a dinner on 13^th of Feb, thinking that she can have a beautiful day after with her new found love.

The night of 13^th Feb arrived. All fretful. Disha reached with her parents. Ankita and Abhinav were equally edgy as they can see and feel the same in their daughter’s face.

They got seated at their booked table. Awaiting a new person in Disha’s life, Abhinav and Ankita were looking at each other, like enquiring each other,

“How will be he? How to start? What to say”.

But then Disha asked casually for starters and dinner, as if no one else has to arrive, Ankita asked her to wait for the person. 

But Disha smiled and said very serenely.

“No one is going to come. Ma”

Both Abhinav and Ankita were more stunned, to which Disha started saying,

“Ma, Dad this was the only way I could make you come together, I know you never had the circumstance to talk to each other.., about each other. This is the time you both recognize and make realize to each other what’s in your heart”

Abhinav and Ankita are still flabbergasted that how can their young daughter said everything effortlessly, where they didn’t find the valor to confess their love for each other.

Disha added,

“It’s would be nice if I leave for the dinner, as my friends are here. I will move back to home with them now for I have group study to make for coming exams”.

After Disha moved out, there was an unseen discomfort to which Ankita stood to move out too, but to utter perplexity, Abhinav detained her by clutching her hand gently.

“Ankita, can you please stay?”

This touch, these words, were as if novel to her, as if the bud of her life is being to blossom.

She stopped and silently sat, with a little confusion mixed with some unknown contentment.

Abhinav started to speak,

“I don’t know what to say. It’s been sixteen years, and too long. I know. But I was confused. I didn’t knew what to say and how to say. I thought I could do injustice to both of you… I am sorry, I had made you to  ...”

Ankita interjected.

“You didn’t made me do anything accordingly. I did with my satisfaction. You don’t have to be guilty for anything, for me. Abhinav, I am really fine and happy in this marriage.”

Abhinav took Ankita’s hands and continued.

“I don’t know how to say you thank you, for you did everything exceptional. I can only be apologetic, I couldn’t been the life partner you always thought to have”

Ankita was shell-shocked again and said.

“How did you know what I have dreamt of my life partner to be?”

Abhinav replied,

“One day you muttered my name in the sleep, had caught hold of my hand, that day somehow I understood what you have for me, before you would wake up, I closed my eyes, so that you won’t let your hands off, and if make you let know nothing about this, I hold your hand”

Abhinav added.

“I know Ankita what you have for me, because I too feel the same way...”

Both sat there pleased and accepting, that yes, their love has triumphed, acknowledged and finally their love has instigated.

It’s not required to actually say “I love you” to confess your own feelings for the person. Your right person, the One made for you will cognize it any way you do or say, and even your quietness can say it all. The eyes will only deceit you with feeling that other person won’t fathom your emotion,  but it often says it all to your true love.

It’s, at all times, and said when it’s true it triumphs…. Be in love, make it True!! J J

~Sruti

Wednesday, July 02, 2014