His Sleeping Beauty...

It was one of their terrible nights. He had had a dreadful day at work and now she made it all the more awful. He knew very well that there is no point in trying to coax her. No one can make peace with her unless she herself decides to. He also knew that he cannot stop arguing as his silence would drive the hell out of her. She was ‘the best’ at throwing words. She never realized what she said. Though he was all she had, she never hesitated to shout at him. After an hour of fierce argument (argument in which she was the only person talking most of the time), she subsided silently on a couch. Her silence was all the more frightening. He wanted to caress her. But any wrong move could make her snap at him again. He waited.

After few minutes, she stood, gave one hard if-only-looks-could-kill look at him and went upstairs. He switched on his ipod and tried to ease himself out but he dozed off.

It was still dark when he woke up. He went upstairs to check on her. She was sleeping soundly. One look at her sleeping face made him smile. It was this sleeping face which had driven him crazy. 3 years before, he had seen her in a train journey. He had missed the train, drove like a maniac all the way to next station and somehow got into it. She was his co-passenger. She was asleep when he had boarded. He couldn’t take his eyes off the sleeping beauty. That was just a small never-after encounter as he couldn’t even talk to her;He had got down before she even woke up. . Call it fate or luck, after 5 months of their encounter, they got married. It was a perfectly arranged marriage to which he totally agreed when he found out that she was the bride. There had been many misunderstanding and fights but their love for each other kept them up.

The memories faded away as he stood watching at her. He loved her and there was no doubt. He sat next to her sleeping form and watched her. He bent down and kissed her on her cheeks and whispered “I love you”. She smiled in her sleep and turned to the other side. He looked at her bare hands for sometime, then got up and went down.

She woke up late and knew that he was not at home. She hadn’t made him breakfast nor had she kissed him goodbye, but he had gone. She was not angry anymore, but depressed. She wanted to see him. She had outrageously shouted at him but did not intend to insult him. “Words once let out, can never be taken back”. She cried silently and then got out of the bed. She headed to wash her face, and that’s when she saw. Her three fingers in the left hand were polished neatly with a pink nail polish. She let out a gasp and laughed out aloud thinking of how much he would have struggled to do it when she was asleep. “Love you” she said aloud.

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If today were your last day on earth, would you be doing what you are doing right now?

- A question that Steve Jobs asked himself. When you put that question to me, my answer would be jus like Steve’s which is “No”.

Forget answering the question, I wouldn’t even think something like that, in the first place. If we go around thinking that each day may be our last day, then life would be hell. If at all, I get to know that today is my last day, I wouldn’t be doing anything, I wouldn’t feel like doing anything... (Though I wouldn’t be doing what I am doing right now, though there would be so much I would want to do, right now….)

A man can never be never-dying and that is an undying fact. Yeah..., we accept that there is no assurance for our life and at the max our life can only be insured. We make sure that the close ones do not get affected much by our loss, economically if not emotionally. Is that the least we can do?

No, some prodigious people go to an extent of making sure that their loved ones are not affected even emotionally. “If I am not there, she/he should still feel loved / taken care of” And to make that statement practical lots of things get done when one is still alive.

The other day, I was reading a review on P.S. I love you… It’s about a happily married couple. When a movie starts with that kinda storyline, you can always expect what happens next. Yeah, right… here the husband dies of brain tumor. The actual plot of the movie is that the husband makes sure that his wife gets a box full of letters after his death; Letters that direct her to perform some deeds that would help her have a better life.

Hmmmm...Didn’t I see this before? Kuch Kuch Hota hai is one such movie. The wife through her daughter’s efforts (the daughter receives letters of her dead mother, on every birthday) make sure that her hubby gets married to his friend…

It’s not just about movies. I also remember reading an article, in which the hubby, makes sure that his wife gets a rose every Friday even after his death. It’s just a rose, but think of how it would be to the wife, when he is no more.

What is driving all these people? It’s just one word… Love!!! Knowing that you are in your last days is itself painful….Knowing that you cannot be with the person you love is even more painful. But overcoming, all these emotions they have achieved what they desired to.
The answer to Steve's question would have been "yes" from these people.

"Though love cannot prevent death from happening, its just love that prevails... "

It’s always better to leave than to be left...

First it was my team mate, and then it was my close friend,
Before I could even decide to go ahead,
People around me are already out of sight…

It was once a crowded wonderland,
With brisk batches of wishful thinkers
Now, its jus me and a handful of others...

The over-crowded tables in canteen...
The deafening laughter from the pantry
The regular visits to beach & theaters
The frequent treats and get-together...
It was amazing days of our lives

Yeah right….I can hear you saying..
“Nothing lasts forever!!!”
But it is always better to leave than to be left out :-)


P.S. The author is having one of her bad days.. You will not be seeing these kinda posts again!!!