Silence is another Name being in True LOVE??

Part-2

The Day of matrimony came.

With very less demeanor, the wedding took place. All the relatives, nearest kith and kin, friends were invited. They felt gratified for Ankita transforming from a bride to a mother in a day. They were pleased that Abhinav is no longer disheartened with the loss of his wife, Trishna.

Ankita was calm to some extent to her love for a child, was rewarded, although it wasn’t from her. Disha unknown of her biological mother, was slumbering favorably in the arms of Ankita.

Usually the wedding nights are the blissful and the best night of the brides and bridegroom. But this was different. Although, Abhinav and Ankita respected each other for being each other’s confidante of life, but the love was missing. Rather I would say it was latent. Concealed in the corners of the heart of two reserved persons.

Ankita didn’t have to envisage any more how she can lead a life with someone who doesn’t express their emotional state, where the emotions had organized the flow, fashioned a dam over the brook of emotions and have been quieter.

But how long can this barrier stop the riverine? Days? Weeks? Months??Or Years??

Someday this barrage was meant to be broken. Not by own self, but the person who is loved so tenderly yet so wordlessly by the heart.

Disha was unconditionally loved by Ankita. All the maternal love had been dispensed into her by Ankita. Ankita knew she will be only mother to Disha. But she never asked or even expected for anything from Abhinav.

Both had been living a life of remarkable couple, not like love birds but as a reticent yet matured and responsible family people. They balanced work and family life very well. No one from their parents even expected to have another child. The rest was unidentified.

Don’t be sad my readers, Love is so powerful that it doesn’t know any barriers. If the field is fertile and the circumstances are suitable, the crops would harvest in superlative way. We already know the meadow of Abhinav and Ankita’s heart is still bountiful with all perfect emotions. All we need is the exact time.

Abhinav although had never discussed about his feelings, somewhere his respect for Ankita had developed to next level. He cared for her. He even never questioned on Ankita’s decisions for Disha. For the reason, Abhinav had enough faith on Ankita. But gradually, he felt he was being unjust for Ankita. He thought that she left all her dreams, all her hopes for her husband, she agreed to marry him. Justifying the role of a wife and a mother. She isn’t questioning her stature in his eyes. 

He felt guilty, thinking

“Did I spoil her life, by making her mother of my child? Am I being selfish? I loved Trishna, and I know she is happy in the heavens that apple of her eye, is well nurtured by Ankita. But,will she allow me to live once more? Will I justify Trishna‘s love if I give the same share to Ankita? “

With these every day questions, he was tormented of to whom the justice is denied and to whom should it be provided?

Ankita started sensing the turmoil in Abhinav’s mind. She thought to ask him. But something stopped her.  The silence, the distance was too much for both of them to talk over about themselves. Being in three years of marriage, the discussions was only for Disha, day to day and work. Nothing more.

This rift always caused the thoughts to stop at some point when it came to talk about themselves. It was not like Ankita didn’t think of herself. She sometimes questioned the dream she saw. The dream of the nobleman with child. Although the first part came true, what about the second part?

“The love, the moisture in his eyes, the want for me. Only me, was that only what I always dreamt of, I wanted”.

She would never able to question herself more as she was all busy with Disha, household and the office work. The nights were only time, where she just looks over her sleeping husband, with numerous questions unanswered, yet the tranquility prevailed.

Life and age is running out, so running her own dreams out of herself. But then she stopped thinking. Because she knew it would be only the barrier between her motherly love and her duties as Mrs. Abhinav Dikshit.

Sixteen years of marriage had been passed. And Disha was grown into a young enthusiastic adult. Unlike other youth of her age, she was very obedient, studious and a beautiful adolescent. Undoubtedly she looked more like Ankita then her birth mother.

Her contemplations, her philosophies reflected the best teachings a mother can give to her child. Although Disha knew by this time that, Ankita is not her birth mother, but she respected her as own. She understood her Ma had sacrificed all a girl dreams of, with zero expectations from her Dad. She decided to do something for her parents.

One day, Disha asked Ankita,

“Ma, what is love?”

Ankita happy to see her daughter’s curiosity, just answered,

“A feeling very divine, yet unseen”

Another day again she asked her dad,

“Ma says love is unseen and divine, do you have the same notion like her?”

Abhinav pleased with Disha’s curiosity and well taught by Ankita says

“Off course your Ma is right”

Suddenly out of nowhere, Disha asked again

“So you have the same feeling for Ma?”

Abhinav casually but unknowingly answered

“Yeah”

At the same time Ankita, hearing this stood motionless, shocked. She didn’t understand what to feel.

Abhinav realized what he said, and before he would react, he saw Ankita standing there speechless and astounded. He understood what he just said and Disha smiled and went away giving this space of newly revealed confession with no intentions.

Abhinav didn’t know what to say and Ankita didn’t understand what to react on. They stood looking at each other, like never before. 16 years have passed they never hold any chance, either with any intent to look at each other this way. Although their soul knew that they have grown from just respecting each other to loving each so much selflessly.

They both never believed of questioning each other’s sentiment because they never sought to hurt each other in way. Such was the extent. Yet they never conveyed their feelings to each other.

It felt like all the reveries Ankita saw have come true on one side. But the question with which Ankita has been thinking about is rebuking all the emotions which wants to flow.

“Abhinav unknowingly said this, which doesn’t mean he actually loves me? Does he love me?”

In those moments of hundreds questions between Abhinav and Ankita, they just looked on to each other. And the saga of love essentially instigated...

To be continued…

Silence is another Name being in True LOVE??

Part-1 

Ankita never had any indication how we can lead a life with someone who doesn't express their emotional state. She was in this utter “Fairy tale” of being with a prince charming. She always imagined that her prince would come and take her away to this faraway beautiful place where every dream becomes true, every face has a smile and there is never-ending happiness. Who knew this far off land can be somewhere in the heart of the person she would marry… it’s just the Fate that has to elect.

Gradually as she traversed the life by, from high school to graduation, this fairy tale dream of her, was fading away. The reason was quite detestable and obvious looking at nature of people around. The jovial Ankita become a lonesome lass in the field where she was not able to distinguish the real good and to-be-said-good.

Like any other today’s cohort, she went into relationship with idea of living in the present and just in an idea of being in love!! Someplace she released the thought of her prince charming. She was just happy with Aniket. Aniket was also a mediocre boyfriend any one can say. They had differences but still chalked out and went on.

There was nothing called sparks of love! It was just a good healthy bond. Until when both worked in different companies, Things started to alter. It’s always said when situation changes, the course of life too makes a detour. Thus happened what should not have happened. Problems went bad to worst. Both were not able to endure each other. May be because both were too much gripped in work or one of them had too much ego to let the other go. Ankita never figured out what went wrong and may be Aniket never thought to chalk out.

Some said she was involved to her boss, Mr. Dikshit. Abhinav Dikshit. He was a gentleman of the order. Sound and sober. A reticent man he was. Perfect as a trailblazer can be. But wretched with his life, he was left with his 2yr old daughter, Disha.

Now my readers might think, there must be some concealed fascination between Abhinav and Ankita. But apologies to my questioners, there was nothing more than a work-balance relationship with a lead and his subservient. Ankita has transformed herself from thinking of what relationship and love is. The delusion of her prince charming has completely perished. She was only looking means to endeavor in her deserted life.

As customary, Indian parents start thinking of their daughter’s matrimonial. Too many advertisements, intermediaries, and off course today’s use of matrimonial sites. But seems, Ankita didn’t have a good fortune to have someone in her life as a life partner. Again, Soul mate was just a notion of olden times. Many a time’s good proposals were off-hand, and the worst ones were kicked out. Ankita’s parents were in bad shape to marry-off their only daughter.

It was not like Ankita was from a lowly household. Mr. and Mrs. Gupta, Ankita’s parents were well settled Medical specialists of the town. They even asked Ankita, if she has chosen someone, anyone. But as always, the answer was no. Ankita had progressively clogged the thought of being in marriage. Instead she wanted to adopt, like the trend in the unmarried elite women in the B-town does. But for the mediocre middle class family didn’t have such notions although respected her.

Then came that exceptional day, that day for some unknown reason, Ankita had a dream. A dream forgotten had come alive. She dreamt of a nobleman with a small kid in his hand asking her to the child’s mother. The eyes of the gentleman glistened the love and the respect, Ankita long lost the hope of. But why with a child? Suddenly she woke up surprised, startled and shaken to core. She wouldn’t stop thinking, why she has to see this dream. Her lost prince with a child of his own? May be her thought of adoption had taken the shape of her lost dream. Who knew this is what really going to happen?

Neena Auntie, Ankita’s maternal aunt had given a proposal to Mrs. Gupta for Ankita’s marriage. He was a widower with 2 years old child.

 Mrs. Gupta retorted saying,

“It’s not what we want for Ankita, Neena.  How can you think Ankita getting married to a widower?”

Neena auntie knew Ankita is already 32, unmarried woman, where all her younger cousins have settled, some with children. Neena auntie never had a child of her own, so she prized Ankita like her kin.

Mrs. Gupta again asked,

“You too love Ankita like your own child. Then how you can bring such”.

With this Mrs. Gupta started crying.

Neena auntie consoled her saying

“I know, Didi. But Ankita is getting old. She is getting lonely day-by-day, Can’t you see that?”

She added

“She wants to adopt a child, Didi. What will our society say?”

Mrs. Gupta was getting old and fragile with heavy Diabetes. She frantically wanted Ankita to get married. So, she consoled herself and waited for Mr. Gupta to get back from the medical seminar at Delhi. When he was back, she told him about this proposal that Neena auntie gave. To her surprise, instead of getting livid like she did, he, although with heavy heart, asked for more details.

Mrs. Gupta asked her husband

“Are you okay with this proposal?”

He nodded his head. Somewhere his heart and mind was saying this is impeccable although it didn’t seemed to be. 

Mr. Gupta said her,

 “Let us first ask Ankita on this”.

Ankita, on hearing this, neither revolted nor affirmed. She just nodded to just one sentence.

“What’s his name? “

“Abhinav Dikshit”.

Suddenly she raised up her head. Again shaken, remembering the dream she saw recently.

She asked for more details and found it was him, the noble man, her lead, her boss. This was unimaginable.

She wouldn’t say yes as it was not expected, more-ever he has a child. But she even wouldn’t say no, as somewhere she adored him as a rarest person who is best in every aspect she saw in him.

Ankita just asked,

“Did he knows this?”

The answer came was yes. And that too by Neena Auntie. She just came in. To her most astonishment, Ankita would find nothing to answer on.

Neena auntie added,

“Abhinav parents and Abhinav wants to meet you soon, if you agree on this”.

To this Ankita suddenly replied,

“Wait, Neena auntie. Let me talk to Abhinav ji first. If you allow me to do so?”

Everyone present just nodded in affirmation. They knew both Abhinav and Ankita are matured and responsible.

Ankita went to office that day. She wanted to talk to Abhinav on this. The desperation to know why and the desires and the denials were both cropping in the same place. She didn't know what to say, how to say and even when to say. She wouldn't even understand how she can even invite him over to talk over on this.

After huge retrospection and anticipations, she thought to drop him a mail, although she had his private number to talk on. Ankita was in state where she never thought she would be. It was neither can be explainable. She was like on being middle of the bridge, where both ends are unknown.

She wrote:

“Hi Abhinav,

Can we meet for some time at café?

Thanks,
Ankita Gupta”

She read it many times before hitting the send button. But surprisingly, Abhinav was at her desk, silently reading the email drafted and her confused behavior. After few mins, he coughed marking his presence. She was almost shocked and turned.

Abhinav answered to what even she didn’t ask him directly.

“Let’s go for a coffee”.

It was usual for others to think as they have the work discussions on the coffee table. No one bothered to think if this is topic of the day unlike those other days.

The body language, the nonverbal communication was more. There was comfort and discomfort at the same time.

Suddenly, before Ankita would ask, Abhinav said

“Do you agree over this?”

She was amazed, what would she say. If No, would clearly make a negative impression her being overambitious and if yes, it would equally make him feel as if she is anxious or she fascinated him. But she shifted that attention asked about Disha which was usual. Ankita always after a discussion asks about Disha, to which Abhinav happily answers.

But today, he answered,

“Disha is asking for a  mother in few days. And let me keep this straight. Please answer me yes/no?

Then In sudden matter of chance, Ankita replied,

“And you? Do you want to marry again?”

Abhinav just nodded yes and his heart have said him this long before that Disha can have best mother in Ankita.

He just said

“Please answer me, if you are interested or not?”

It was direct isn’t it my readers?

Ankita wouldn’t answer properly.

Abhinav said

“Don’t be afraid, just don’t think me as your boss, just think as a prospective “

Ankita would just say

“Yes”.

After that day, when both the parents met, it was decided. The marriage is in shortly 3 months. They wanted to keep it short and simple. This was equal request from both Abhinav and Ankita. They didn’t want this to be pomp and show. As for them Marriage was just a bond paper to be said together.

The intentions was more sublime and deeper than a commoner can think of.

Days and after, the preparations were gradually went on. All assessments for marriage was done. Abhinav and Ankita were about to be in the nuptial bonds in less than 3 months.

In these preparations, Abhinav and Ankita had no much discussions after that intense over-the-coffee table meeting. Everyone in the office came to know after the engagement was over. Although the laugh, the jest would take place. But here there was hushed up discussions of when, how and why?

Some supported saying it’s so nice of Ankita to accept such prospect, and some with obnoxious thought of illicit affairs taking up the shape of wedding.

It’s always seen that the goodness of love, the tranquility and the purity is known to the lesser mass when it was accepted or revealed in true form. There is no pure love or I should say a pure feeling when we ourselves don’t put our soul into it.

It’s always unseen, unspoken like the wind. Love is like the breeze, present, felt but invisible to eye.

Abhinav and Ankita had same which was unseen to them. If they tried to feel, there was hundreds other distractions that retracted between them, the sense of completing each other was incomplete and distance prevailed.

And the day of marriage came. 

to be continued...

We The Women

We the Women, beautiful as fashioned

Substance of pureness

Command of intellect

And authority of foundation.

We the women, become a Doting Daughter,

A sensible Sister,

A Concerned companion and

A Mother with Absolute Affection.

We the women bore many form,

But our heart is one.

We pray, we love, we nourish,

We even fight for the dead-on.

We are lenient as cotton,

We are tough as diamond,

We are ingenuous and well as mellowed.

We know the best,

And take the stand to combat for eviler.

We the women,

Can decree whole realm,

What we have is the virtuous intelligence and

Essence of true love...

Be proud of what you are, be the Woman you are…

Happy Women’s Day …

Stepping into Land of Green!-A Travelogue.

 A Dream which you have always fostered in your mind, when comes true takes you into the reveres of happiness. The day I stepped into this land, it was redefinition of the term “BEAUTIFUL”. Yes the very own beautiful state, Gods’ Own Country, KERALA.

Kerala is most stunning place I ever saw. But this state has got colossal unseen exquisiteness that is hardly taken into hassled mind. Each day staying at this place makes a perpetual mark that Kerala has remarkable and enthralling beautiful landscapes.

Through the window of my flight from Chennai as I saw Kerala from above. There was this outstanding GREEN land, uplands and everything covered with beautiful trees. I was dazed to see there is a silent sea shoring at edges of the sandy land, the other side hills with grassy valleys not much I could see any skyscraper or smoky industries polluting atmosphere.

Ever since I landed on this land, some fantasy of reconnoitering the very own atom of magnificence had enchanted me. More I came into the atmosphere, it gave a quintessence of purity and gratification. There were a numerous diversity to get into the grandeur of the city, Trivandrum. Although, it’s too little for words to be described about this state, but the soul would wrench if not shared the daintiness.

Even the days I toured in and around the city, it always fashioned another façade in me as if I exist stress-free and dynamic. As always charmed to see backwaters, Akkulam Lake is one of those minor backwaters I came across in the city suburbs. The landscape surrounded can only be visualized. Covered with copious calm coconut forest and surrounded by abundant vegetation, this lake was as if spoke a poem of its own. Had I been a poet, could have pen down the simplicity par excellence.

I could pick up few such exotic places in and around Trivandrum that had left deep impacts over mind. Sometimes these memories give me a beautiful feeling of “Yes! I loved this paradise once and ever”.

My remarkable journey took me to a coastline famously known as Kovalam Beach. Although too less I heard of it before, but believe me it was place beyond my imagination. Where the beaches at Bay of Bengal was hemmed in with dry cone trees, and sand, this beach was bordered with huge piles of rock that projected into the sea and the surrounding coconut trees. It was loud ramming with rocks. The view of the light house on that top of a stiff rock hill was quite scenic. This was the first and the last place I visited with my parents. So reasonably an overwhelming situation that said me, “there by you are on your own to discover more”! Somewhat a mixture of heart’s lament and a zeal was being born.

The next destination took me to Lord’s Abode. It always made me a corresponding stay in own motherland. Trivandrum made me remember Puri, Our Much-loved lord Jagannath by the Bay of Bengal coastline. It was the shrine of Lord Padmanabhaswamy. The golden embellishment with the holiness that existed. The pureness of the atmosphere was spiritual and entrancing. The snake-like queue was worth a wait to see the giant golden deity in that golden Scant-Sanctorum. The arena and sanctity of the place was more engraving into the soul, with the exquisite architecture that gave a unique and splendid experience of life time.Such weekends was heartwarming while appreciating in different bits of Trivandrum. The Napier Museum was one stop where one side, one could see the earliest history of this southern India and the links with far –off land people who visited our lands in those earliest times. And on the other side, one can also see the richness Kerala in ornamented of. The architecture and the culture illustrated was equally impacting that how bourgeoning the state was and is keeping it safe with skimp of growing modernism.  Natural zoo adjacent to the museum, is a wonderful place to enjoy with own people, seeing more of the natural dwellings of the animals kept in.

The city was constantly covered by clouds and moist. But that gave the most riveting backdrops. I remember this instance which I would love to share was that twilight moment at the roof top of my apartment. The atmosphere was reasonably chilly in damp mid-June. That weekend was actually my parting weekend in Trivandrum, which I still yearningly remember. I spent roughly two hours with an umbrella and a song –“Boondein se Baatein”. Although the vision of roads and community hubbub was near to zero for darkness, yet I felt the relaxing rain which was inundating my soul with harmony, and with that the deafening engines of flights which would take people to far-off lands that added an unusual exhilaration to meet the dear ones. The view of large motorized birds amongst the occasional soaring foliage was equally remarkable. The flights taking off in the shower and yellow flood lights was a mixed bonanza of science and nature. This friendliness was exceptional.

Every weekend in Trivandrum précised own story of thriving in moments of contentment, melancholy, seclusion and also togetherness. The more you see here, is what you feel you saw less. Trivandrum stay would be one such episode in my life, which will remain like a fresh foliage bracing it distinctiveness every day.

Every time I came out of the room in the abridged occupancy, what I saw, was a beautiful plenteousness. Never imagined Mother Nature is so bequeathed in such greenly city of Trivandrum.  The more I found this place is less I could pen down my thoughts into it. Trivandrum itself had a lot to say. It left me speechless, captivated at each look. From the celestial presence and golden embellishment in Lord Padmanabhaswamy Temple to the exotic beaches of Kovalam. Although my stay was short in Trivandrum with no scope of visiting much places. Yet the city itself told me the splendor with Napier museum and Natural Zoo... Everything spoke of its own story. All that I am left with is one word – “DEIFIC”!

You in me.....

I don't know how life could be
if you could not have touched thee
i don't know how love could be
like a fairy tale or dream

the dreams passed by
i thought wasn't real
when u came into my life
dreams became surreal

like the glow of dimming light
like stars in cloudy night
you have become
the beacon of my light

i never thought how life would be
if you couldn't touch thee
i know that now nothing is complete
without you in me.... 

The Sunshine and Her Glowing Eyes….

Allan Denver is a happy go lucky, humorous, lively NASA scientist. His life was always a zesty somber life. Staying with his parents, he was never deprived of anything. London born but American accent was quite his life.  He never looked like he would be genius and intelligent to be honorary member in the Stephen Hawking theory club in his high school. Yet he took up his Astrophysics Degree at Harvard’s... quite phenomenal life he had. A large group of nerdy friends, some friends were popular, since he was quite a unique handsome to be placed at NASA… Unbelievable isn’t? Well he wore those classy specs just in chance to make believe he was not that “nerd mad Scientist” but a very young enigmatic and enthusiastic yet very handsome research analyst... Question was he never dated or wooed any girls... Seems he never caught hold of that girl he looked for, nor as he says.” no right of kind girl for me”. Trust me, he had to be popular among girls at his school… which was obvious!!!!...

Allan befriended another zesty man at NASA, Arny Mc’Dalan. Both were working on the recent project which was quite serious for the future of earth. It was about reviving the earth, the solar world, to be precise the Sun. As the time went on the project was built with leads, and more brains to work on the same. Few more came in... Years of putting hard work they found a way to revive... But few aspects were still on course when those beautiful eyes entered into the hall of roaring team party and into Allan’s life.

Maria Kennedy, another addition to Allan’s Sunshine Team... Maria was not so extravagant but was an elegant and intelligent girl. We should rather say “Beauty with Brains”. It seemed to be a quite mysterious...as she was just like a sudden gust of wind in the whole atmosphere Allan lived.  That evening, she was introduced by the Lead as another member to contribute more on the seriousness of the project. Readers must be thinking that there must be some well attraction, pulling her to cynosure to everyone’s eyes. But no it was not the case. She was just introduced to Allan, and the team people to work as an assistant to Allan and Arny much to their surprise. Arny was married so had no chance… but being a very good friend, for Allan he was much interested.

The operation was worked on exclusively at odd hours, because the seniors estimated the closing time of Sun is nearing. Luckily with help of Maria, the solution was taking its full being. To the utter dismay that 90% of the project development was over. Meanwhile at workplace, food courts, parties, Arny always wanted to put Allan and Maria to the personal center stage of love, affection. Luckily, it was found to be that they were also quite fond of each other. But officially they never dated. May be because of the work they had. It used to their kind of date… maybe! Arny knew there is something cropping in between Allan and Maria. Some beautiful bond getting its seeds sown… finally, Arny had to force Allan to have an official date, so with god’s grace Maria and himself had go for their 1^st date.

The Date was beautifully organized. Like a mills and boons novel, with the beauty of candles scented, flowers, and beautiful dinner, who won’t have a chance to make fall in love head over heels again and again... That was quite obvious that Allan and Maria begun to enjoy and release what they had in their minds about each other.

But that evening before they both would give the best, Allan was drawn back as if some force something worried him or stopped him. Although he wanted to be with her, he went away. But surprisingly, Maria was not unhappy neither she complained. May be she already knew about something which she never disclosed. Since, Allan was more workaholic, he was often trying for the last bit of operation. Gradually he was approaching the estimations and work has to be done, with Arny and Maria and team equally sharing. And thus came a solution to light up the diming sun again. But operation seemed too suicidal, so people were struck of what’s next!

Before Allan and team would come up on who’s going to be reliable on this mission, Allan had to rush to see his wailing father at his death bed. Losing some one he never thought of, had begun the feelings, the remorse of loss in the Allan. But days took to re-cope and get back to work.

Allan had lost some of humor and but yet he was back to find the way to save from the remorse and loss of entire world that would happen. As he returned, there was something equally shocking that he just faced in recent past. Arny spilled out that the person to be on this suicidal mission is none other than Maria. She had been on training for weeks. It was like the Allan had no place to stand, to let his heart survive...He felt a strong urge to stop Maria, to stop breaking his heart. He immediately rushed to Maria seeking answers. When Allan asked for the reason of such decision Maria took, without even asking him, Maria spoke the unravelling truth, the reason behind her stand for the mission. She said that she has no one to be remorse at her death or be happy on her benign presence. Being alone and orphan, She always ambitioned to stand for world, for nation. And she has nothing more than the memories to take with. Nor any expectations, unfulfilled wishes with anyone. Allan never thought this would be an answer from Maria. How on earth she can be so different with zero concerns or even a slightest wish for herself. How someone can be so generous. Before Maria would speak anything else, Allan suddenly went forward and kissed Maria, to her astonishment. The only thing, he said was “You are not alone”.

It seems the love is always upheaved the ground, revealed its true form when it comes to times of crisis. May be that’s the way god has made to wonder, to perceive the love it was. Allan tried a hundred and one ways to stop Maria for the mission, but he was never successful. Allan never thought of this that girl he would love won’t be able to have her for life. So, he took the chance to stand by her. He also offered himself to be with Maria. But strangely she asked forgiveness because she won’t be able to take away a son from the lonely mother. Although Maria never had a family, she somehow understood what a family means. She got the love of a mother from Allan’s mother. So she never wanted to separate Allan from his mother. May be she knew what loneliness means and make of a person who would not know what that really means to be Alone.

So, Maria had just one year with Allan before the Mission would take place. So he decided that this one whole year to be special, have the right bliss, he would think for ... Allan proposed to have and hold her to the lifetime. May be not as the being but as memory of true love and cherish them each time, each moment… The Day came when Allan and Maria got married. After spending a year with love, mission practice and relieving each moment of conjugal bliss, it was time to save the Sunshine. It was time to say goodbye.it was a disheartening moment for Maria, Allan, Arny and Allan’s Mother, Mrs. Denver. But it was also a heroic moment for them to save not only their people, but also the reason of existence, their mother earth... The whole solar world.

The mission was successful because it was not only the truest love for world has won but it was the sacrifice that was being made by a family for truest love to be cherished whole life. Allan always remembered the beautiful eyes Maria had, the way she looked at him... The love she had in it. He had nothing more than that year of togetherness with her. The moments they spent and cherished. He captured every moment of joy, success, and yes the remorse of being apart forever. Humor had left the house, Smiles have faded away. The laughter, zest had been rusted. Allan could smile only on face with memories and bravery of Maria. All that remained was the essence that Maria had left with Allan… True Love.  Whenever he looks at the Sun, it reminds of him of those glowing and glistening eyes that had entered that gracious evening, that moment into his heart and life forever.

On the success of the mission and the ceremonial good bye to Maria Allan Denver, here’s what he spoke about his loving doting wife, a true love and memory he kept forever,

“She was like a wind that entered my heart

Unknown of the pleasantries she beholden.

She had the faith to love me completely

Unaware of the love she co-founded.

Like the summers, she was the soothing breeze

The lovely eyes that make me believe

The love was the glowing light

That soothed my wintry nights

She ignited what we call as love

Which I always thought

She revived what I lost

From the deep dying crusts.

She was here in me,

When I touched the self be.

She is in my heart

Like the sunshine with her glowing eyes”

We, the Women…

We, the elite women group have a natural tendency either become a best of companion of another woman or become greatest enemy of some. It’s always in the history that women are always the reason of war. Men were always in state of war. Be it for Draupadi, the greatest war of Mahabharata was fought, or the Helen of Troy…. We, the women were worshipped as the form of the Mother of All creations as Devi Adi-Shakti where we, the women are rumbled under the feet of men. Somewhere we are given empowerment of equality among men, some where we are divided ruthlessly among many evil minds.

Why has to be the women to suffer? When women are known to be best of God’s creation. Somewhere when a woman becomes a Mother, she is worshipped, but when another woman can’t conceive, she is ostracized from the society. Why that is every women has to be proven chaste and pure? Why Devi Sita had to prove her divinity, her loyalty if Lord Ram was all knowing? Why Yagyseni, born from the sacrificial alter, had to bear the loyalty of being wife of five husbands? All because men said its women to protect the Dharma. If few men understood the divinity in Draupadi why other men were angered in lust and loss.

Why men who bear polygamy has never been balanced on the loads of chastity, when a women bore five husbands for sake of dharma had to be balanced on the same? The questions are many. We the women suffered but sometimes we let suffer our next generation. When we soar our voices, it’s ruthlessly armed down. Why does the woman had to bear the pain of the unborn, when born she has to be blamed by the same women of upper generation when she can’t bear the preserver of the next generation. Why few among the unborn women were ruthlessly dumped, when born are murdered on the hands of their caretaker.

Why we, the women have been given freedom to speech, to acknowledge the imperial knowledge house, yet we the women are bound on the wheels of the tradition and culture. Why we, the women bear the prowess of the villous lusty eyes, and again we, the women are questioned on the freedom we have borne upon to fly.

Few among us have the opportunity to live a life of divinity, dignity, purity, love and respect, had it been given to all, things would have fallen into its best of the place as the Nature has made. We the women knows what’s the best solution among us. It’s just the matter of choice.

~Sruti

July 9, 2013