A tear trickled down her cheeks.But this tear was special,not of sadness or pain but of the staggering joy overflowing her heart and soul.Life is mysterious and full of surprises.She had seen life from close quarters and knows how much true it really is.Just when she has given up all hopes a ray glistened and enlightened her world.She was all shattered,broken and was drifting on dark and unknown roads of her life and found herself so lost and just then she found a path in front of her,bright and filled with flowers leading to her dreams.It was as if GOD has finally decided to end her misery and the puzzle is solved.All the scattered pieces can now be related.
Each and every incident was a part of a game plan framed by none other than HE himself.As Shakespeare has said “Life’s a stage and we are meagre puppets”. After Kushal her dearest husband met that horrific tragedy and left her alone at a young age of 24 after 3 months of marriage,she became lifeless.She often cursed GOD why she didn’t die along with him,why she survived the car accident,why why why???? She found life purposeless.She was a practical soul,always had a solution for every problem.But life itself became her problem.Kushal’s words were echoing in her soul…”I will never leave you,I will always be with you…Just close your eyes and think of me and I will be there “and so it was always.When he was alive and even when he went to heaven.
She used to spend days thinking of them…Whenever she used to close her eyes,she saw him,felt his breath,his smell,his voice….She used to sit at sofa,bed or floor like a statue for hours with no idea of time…Just lost in thoughts,their thoughts and dreams which they have knit in the past few months after their marriage.The best 3 months of her life.Kushal was not only her husband but her soulmate.As they often say “Made for each other”,it was so true for them.
Life came at hault.Until today…Kavya now had a reason to live and life wasn’t a compulsion anymore.She felt like Kushal is with her again,he kept his promise.She still couldn’t forget that moment when she came to know of it.Now another life was crawling,shaping and dreaming within her.Yes,she was going to be a “Mother”.Her Kushal was with her,the fruit of her hopes,love,pain,sufferings will soon be ripened.True love never dies…Never….She came out of the hospital room with her reports and her life…A truck with a banner was passing by…It read…
"Life never ends,it just transforms”
3 comments:
Awesome rytup dear....loved the slogan on the truck ;) :P....
Thank u Kerry for reading it twice :D It ws really sweet of u :)
Many a times we have been exposed to a false representation of feminism (from the likes of acclaimed author Taslima Nasreen)where it defines as complete and utter disregard and hatred for the "mankind". However your piece here is what I feel defines feminism in the true sense where you have realized all that important notion of accepting the strengths displayed by a really strong woman.
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