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.
Wow.... that was gripping...and.. it just has that something... looking forward to read it in one-piece.. best of luck.. :)
ReplyDeleteWould love to promote your post with a tick on the red heart. You'll find a direct link to your story on your "Get Published" page - the first page on HarperCollins-Indiblogger.
ReplyDeleteFound the link and ticked the heart but still feel you should put it up in your post as well.
DeleteI liked your excerpt. Would love to read more :)
ReplyDeletethat is amazingly written.. wish u all the best dear.. :)
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