I said, “I do” : My entry for the Get Published contest’.
I turned my back and sat in the car. He didn’t look at me, not even a glance. This I never knew would change my life forever. Love was torn, vows were forgotten. The only thing left was anger, fear and resentment. Was this ever love or did I just let myself believe that this is love. I questioned myself as each day passed. I remembered the pictures of past and found something that I ignored when it was right in front of my eyes. It’s been 3 years now and he doesn’t even smile now when he looks at me. We talk but with a heavy heart. There are no jokes. There is no teasing. No one runs after me in the house and no one hugs me when I am cooking in the kitchen.
The story is about the other side of love. The side which you never imagined to see even in the wildest of your dreams. The love that I nourished for years got ripped apart page by page like an old book kept safe for many years. I protected it from every storm and tide but could not protect it from the pangs of our own people.
It will be a story of every second house in the streets. A story that says why you need to put yourself first even before the one you loved. It’s about life and those extraordinary and overwhelming situations where we all find ourselves trapped. You want to move but just don’t know how to take that first step. All I wonder is how I got myself here. I was a girl. I was a bird. I loved laughing until tears came out my eyes. I don’t laugh now, not with a heart at least. Heart is always heavy and it keeps on beating in a way I don’t understand. It’s everyday struggle with the people that I promised to love forever. But sometimes promises need to be broken for good.
This story will take you to a journey which is just not mine but yours too in a big or in some small little way. It will be a story that answers the most silent question, does life end after marriage? What if it didn’t work? Can nothing be better than marriage? Why people look at you the way they do? Who makes the rules and why should we follow them? Why cannot elders accept the fact they can be wrong too?
This ordeal of mine will shake you up and not because its a story of my life. It will because in some part, in some chapter, in some sentence it will be yours too.
This is my entry for the HarperCollins–IndiBlogger Get Published contest, which is run with inputs from Yashodhara Lal and HarperCollins India.