We used to dance and sing together.
Sometimes he would make me delicious sandwiches in the early mornings.
"Get up, princess!"
And then he would show off his amazing cooking skills.
He really never liked films but he would see it for me as I cheered with him on six and fours.
I loved to insert the filmy dialogues in our day to day conversations. And he use to roll his eyes. But I did it.
Actually, I did it because I enjoyed his expressions more than dialogues.
Often, we would spend hours talking about the purpose of life.
Most of the things, we did together.
Going through the existential crisis together.
Falling in love together.
Studying for exams together.
He would learn my subjects and I did his.
We painted our room together,
Fought together,
Laughed together,
We even made a travel book together!
We were different that was the most interesting part of it!
He wanted to go-to desserts, forests, and beaches.
My list had temples and forts.
The only thing we had the same was to live in the mountains.
All those went into our travel book.
And we named it "Before death"
He was like a teenage dream. God got to knew everything.
I was pregnant and he died. I was just 17.
I was in love. I wanted to be with him. Sadly, we didn't have therapy during those times. I was broken. Well... First love isn't easy to get through. The world was shattered. I don't think I can ever explain the misery.
All-day I just thought about dying and surely would have but I had a soul to born.
I needed to live. Thank God I was well educated because of him. The job made me busy and slowly the years went by.
People, are liars you know?
They say with time everything goes away.
But the pain never went away, it is always there, the only thing that time did was to make me use to the pain.
When you become a mother, you become selfless. So, I had to accept that pain.
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"You were so young. Why didn't you married someone else?"
"46 years I spent alone and I never felt I needed someone else." she sighed
"But then I met him" Her face glowed up.
"Whom? "
"Well... this is going to be something unusual," she smirked with a spark in her eyes.
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My child, Arnav went to the USA with his family. He asked me to come too but how could I leave? Most of the years I spent with him but I could never forget those four years I spent with my husband.
Those were my days.
I was left alone. This time I didn't have the purpose like previous.
I liked to be with my daughter in law and her children. But something inside of me always felt dead.
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