She asked him....."Why me?"....Why on earth you picked me of all the girls in the batch.....? I was so ordinary...living in my own world of seclusion and my dreams....Took care to show that you were worried"......Didnt I tell you, we cannot be together, but you still insisted, you said all will be fine, that at your home its liberal, didnt you said that it is we who matters to us....not the world....Why did you lied. You begged me for love, you fell after me like I was a princess. You made me feel that you would love me forever and foralways......and everytime you asked..."when will you take me seriously"......you smsed me every min....you called me when i was not in front of you.....you showed me you madly loved me.....I told you I saw a pain in your eyes whenever you looked in mine and you said its that of loosing you. And gradually I started believing you and then started feeling the way you did......you showed me the sunsets....the hill tops, we stood by the brooks, i thot it is real.....finally i have got someone who could love me against my ordinaryness....and that it really exists....and that like other girl's dreams mine wud come true....
U dragged me in from my peaceful world...created ripples in my silent pond.....why when you knew.... always knew you wont ever marry me.....you knew it from the day we met.....then what did I do to spur you.....did i ever hurt your male ego that you took a revenge, or you took revenge of your exgirfriend on me.....or your jealousy couldnt bear that some man should have a wife that had only him in his life and so you tainted my innerself forever and foralways..........I ...I mean why? why? why?....please i beg why?......Hundred times a day you said 'I love your black eyes'...was that a joke!! Cause you have given more tears in these eyes than total i shed before meeting you.....So precious was my love.....I had preserved it for only one man! only one!...the one with whom i would spend my life.....but you stole it and made a joke of it......only this i had for the man that i would marry cause i was never beautiful, never attractive nor elegant...but rough, rural and coarse....but i had my sincerity.....purity....of feelings....that was the only beauty i had that you destroyed and now i feel like dead....why me?...Please tell me...why?...What makes you happy about all this.....are you proud that you could win any girl's heart and play and leave it to add a count in your list of girls fallen for you.....are there any medals in your men's world...,is this the talk in the men's world and now you would boast among your group how you convinced and you all would laugh at my foolishself!!!...i feel horrible....Is this what is called men's chivalry and manliness......i always thought otherwise......even though a woman, i always thought that women are the ones who step back from their promises and men suffer.....but its all false.....men are crook....all like you........i would have fought my parents for you, and now this makes me more miserable that i was ready to leave my parents for you!! You!!
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and so on and on she went on for days....with swollen eyes......everyone asked her why was she said but she kept mum....and never told anyone except the one who never asked her, theone who made her sad......but he was done with her.....her tears mattered nothing to him now.....he was free of her...enjoying his old ways...it took her months hiding her swollen eyes from everyone......she did all she could to get him back.....she tried it by not disturbing him......he didnt respond....then by pleading him....he didnt respond.....by begging him.....he didnt respond.....she was out of his mind for always now.....and it was over....this is no happy ending movie but real life.....this is love...not the one they show in hunky dorie movies.......and she learnt there is no love like she used to think......there is only fun and he had fun.....thats it....for months she wept.....and still does when noone sees.....she went back to her pillow who was her childhood friend.....a friend in need ....where she could weep openly and speak her sorrows ......
For months she was silent but she pretended to be normal so that no one knows her suffering slowly but she kept trying to bring him back.....though with little hope........
4 comments:
Bare like a wound
hmmm...your trepidations again surface in your writings.
hmmmm may be but this would continue....in parts and would turn out a survival tale....
nice writeup, seems part-2 will follow
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