Point of view – short love story
She got married at an early age of 21. For a 21yr old girl, it was all a heart warming experience . In ever walks of her life she was utmost cared by her loving parents, ‘cared more than the little pearl dew drop nestled on a shimmering green leaf. She was never exposed to any form of worries, except for school exams and her homework. She was blessed with envious luxuries anyone could ever only wish, meant exclusively for her that too without ever asking.
Back in school she used to be a very shy kid and being timid by nature was always found besotted in the company of her ‘only’ two friends. None of her friends from the entire class of 52 do recall of having had any form of conversation with her. Say this at her and she is as quick to refuse. Excluding a few of the chagrining boys in her class she encouraged herself to speak with none. She wasn’t quite a prom queen nor was she an above average student, owed to which she failed to command to anybody’s memory.
Until her own marriage, she never sought for any kind of romantic relation with anybody. As it is she didn’t feel the need to be loved, cause her parents were showering all the goodies in supremest of proportions at her.
One day their neighborly boy, who also happened to be her classmate back in school, roused a marriage proposal towards her parents. They couldn’t say “NO” to this and happily accepted him in the life of their only daughter. The family was happy to welcome such a wondrous person into her life – her soon to be husband!
She too found herself cherishing the sudden surge of romance that was assured at her. The marriage was auspicious, and was particularly made sure to be grandeur than anything she ever received from her loving parents. The heavenly blessings, all the nicely wrapped gifts, ushered into her life with such abundance that surpassed her own expectation, that day.
The joy the fun and all the mushy things that their marriage bought suddenly started evaporating away from her. It wasn’t even two months since then! Oshaya and her husband would start quarreling over puniest of matters. Not a single day did their neighbor not hear a scream or two from their house. He used to physically abuse her, sometimes; but she was the one who believed in kicking, more than any screaming. ‘It never works’ with each passing day the gap in their relationship started to be visible. It did warn about their falling away from each other. But none of the two cared to notice this widening gap.
No sooner did their parents too got tangled with this unhappy state of living. Each one from the family tried harder to confront either of the two. Her upbringing had instigated a sense of frivolity in her. Rendering her much of a ‘spoiled’ child, but in a very much of a silent manner. ‘Shy yet outspoken! She was, stubborn and nobody taught her about the values in compromise, ‘never. These un-promised moments were happening so fast, everything was found to be kind of new to her, and adapting to anything does require a certain patience that she honestly lacked.
The bruised ego and the unassuming pain started becoming a nuisance to their neighbor’s walls. Finally both decided to call it a break. Maybe things were being hurried in the first place, that ‘what they now need was some breathing space of their own. Divorce wasn’t the answer but their marriage didn’t provide any options either. So a settlement was reached, and she again went with her parents. ‘The lovely luxuries to her life.’
The lacking tendency towards certain issues of a so called cultured society are bleak. Resting a child on a divorced background is one such that the society fails to understand; maybe that is why it doesn’t want to accept such changes. Everybody started breathing down on this family, and the pressure seemed quite too much for anybody’s comfort. Even her closest friends, the people she trusted, those she had relied all her life vanished. The gifts at their marriage were somehow ‘just gifts’ to be.
She moved to Chennai among with her elder siblings, with a view to start everything all over again. Meanwhile leaving behind was her darkened past at the mercy of her longing shadow. She needed the sunshine, and at this moment she couldn’t think of anyone better than her elder sister, who in-spite of being a non-blood relative, formed the part of her own mother. She was caring and lived far away. This became a perfect factor to her new beginning.
There was still something amiss, she knew what it was but couldn’t sum up the courage to confront it up front. At least not here, at her sister’s place with her own happy married life. She was silent and restless with just a smile to support her emotions.
While she decided to divert all her attention towards education, her routine college lectures facilitated a new kind of interest for her in form of an old pal from her school, last they met were when they were 15, that was it. Well she couldn’t deny his humble understanding nature, but somehow not sure on the kind of trust she can have on him. As it is she did find it the harder way, that ‘trust’ was only a written word in her life, It didnt meant anything, and her only friends meant everything.
Somehow he was aware about her marriage. The divorced fact took him by surprise. He wasn’t so happy about this, and did voice his opinion on the very first day they happened to meet, in the college canteen. “what done is done.” She could think of saying anything else. Being of the understanding nature he knew a lot many things about the uncertainties of life, about her randomized state, about all those people that went adrift and amongst above all else; he knew her. Which was surprising, for her to understand because they did meet after such a long time.
He never knew her in school neither did she remember of knowing him!
“The development in Chennai was on the verge of progression. It was a happy city from the beginning, and the season along with it bought the serene calmness of the sunshine’ed weather, which was very much of a welcoming change, after a stormy night that threatened to rain.