Another clichéd love story!

March 25,2015

It has been two years now. He is used to all my moaning and whining day after day.When I am happy, I prepare his favorite breakfast. When I don’t, he would surprise me with an omelette or a sandwich. When we both oversleep, we go out and grab the well-needed brunch. He brings home fresh flowers as he returns from office. If he doesn’t, he knows I will pluck random flowers off our garden and fill the vase 😛 . Choosing the right color for our daughters room had taken us weeks. We bought every piece of her furniture  together. There were a lot of bickering and falling, of course. But in the end, he would always let me have it my way. Yeayy! We three always had dinner together to thank the father and the son for all their mercy. Occasionally we would watch our favorite movie together while our baby girl would fall into a sound sleep. On Sundays, we go to watch plays or baseball matches. Sometimes, we sing our favorite songs as we cook and do the dishes. These two years have been nothing short of a celebration for us. I couldn’t think of any couple who have argued so less or loved so much.
January 23, 2014 :
I pressed my face harder on to my pillow.  Pulled the quilt over to my face and curled my legs up and slept for some more time. Around an hour later, still sleepy, I decided to call it a morning.It was another beautiful day. I slowly opened my eyes to find Nick sleep peacefully. I lay there watching him for a few minutes. He did seem a little drowsy and clumsy. Yet, to me he looked helplessly charming. In less than an year, we had actually grown fond of each others imperfections and ugliness.  I crawled out of the bed mutely not wanting to wake him up. I walked out to the window and slowly separated the curtains. Nick started shifting in the bed to turn his back on the thin ray of sunlight that gleamed at us from somewhere far. I stood there watching him for some more time.I smiled to myself and went to the bath and washed my face. Then, I walked to our kitchen. I dizzily prepared two glasses of coffee, poured it to the steel cups we brought from India and walked back to where I belonged. An year had passed. It is our first anniversary. Today afternoon we would go to see through the procedures for adoption at the orphanage.  I placed the tray on the table and called out his name in a slow murmur. I knew that its a long way before he would actually wake up.
January 23, 2013
Here was the man I loved the most in my life. For whom I had left home , left friends , switched country and chucked my job . Today, As I walked down the isle, I could hardly see anything else. We had both been waiting for this for so long. Every inch of my body was throbbing with excitement. He was looking at me the way I always imagined he would. We looked into each others eyes as he read out the vows. We knew this meant forever. We had all the friends who cared come down to Greece. His parents and few other close relatives who mattered where there as well. Those candid photography sessions were amazing. The cake was too huge for all of us there. That was my favorite flavor too. I felt as though I had already become a part of his system. The wedding day had been absolutely magical. I will miss India but I wish the country had a little more tolerance for love. By falling in love with each other, we have probably broken every barrier of law, caste, religion, gender and  age. But we advocate for love, which is no crime. But here, among friends and families and strangers who loved us more, we celebrated our matrimony.  Here we start our happily ever after.
December 1, 2012
Coming back to Nicky was the best decision I had taken in a really long time.The few months I have spent with him where so far the happiest ones in my entire life. I couldn’t give up on those. At least not for people who didn’t matter or for the fear of a hypocritical society. Not for all those man- made laws which make absolutely no sense to me. I couldn’t give upon my happiness. Nor his. More so, I didn’t want a miserable marriage to someone else where I know everything will obviously go wrong. My parents don’t understand now. Although I hope someday they will. Not that all these were within Nicky’s parents understanding, however they knew this made us happy. And just for that, they stood by us. I think they are an excellent epitome of classy parenting and they will inspire many in the generations to come.
October 11, 2012
Today I told a few of my friends about Nicky. Some stopped talking to me. Some started pretending I didn’t exist anymore. A few started passing jokes at me. Some broke every threshold of humanity by treating me like an untouchable. An out caste. It was really hard to hold on to this with so much of negativity and hatred all around me. But today I also knew who were really my friends and who were the ones in goat’s skin.. Those a few who actually cared, tapped my shoulders, hugged me tight and congratulated me. They promised they would stand by me. Some others warned me of all the impending controversies . Some said we should keep the relationship a secret forever. But not after this. Not after Nicky took me to this really crowded pool party and proposed in front of a 100 others. Amidst all the cheer ups and wishes, he ran out to me and slipped a ring to my finger. He wouldn’t even wait for an answer. Of course I said Yes a 100 times so that the whole world would hear later. But this alienation from my friends have made me way too insecure and apprehensive. Maybe I should take some time off to think about it. Maybe I do need a break. I didn’t want to rush anything as yet. The very prospect of leaving my family and country was a little hard to take. Things were happening so fast.
August 9, 2012
It has been really hard for me all these years. Hiding in the closet.Pretending to be like everyone else. I never told anyone about this. At times, it was traumatic. Especially when you are the third son of a typical Indian Islamic family. I had no idea why I was attracted to men, or why I wasn’t attracted to any woman at all. Initially I thought I was sick. Slowly as the years passed I knew I was one of those men, for which my country had no tolerance or sympathy. But today after I met Nicky. I know that I don’t have to pretend anymore. I am no more worried. I was a man who had just met the man of his dreams. I knew I was in love. Desperately, irrevocably and unconditionally.

Published by Anju Dinesh

A writer is how I would love to have myself defined as. Who makes a lot of typos though. Thank God for all these apps that has come to my rescue. Probably not a very good one or successful one at that yet. But someone who did make an effort. Although I finish most of my articles in a haste every single time. And constantly worries if the piece is worth it or not.. Hasn't grown out of the cocoon yet. Hopes to one day write something for myself and not worry of being judged. Because invariably I write about things that makes it easy for the readers to judge to me. Yes I am hopelessly prejudiced about my writing and choice of topics. Goes low on self esteem more than often although I vaguely know that there is something about my writing that can probably strike a chord someday only if I tried a lot harder. Never works too hard. Never works too less. That Never been part of my system. Which means I always play the safe game.I hope to someday break out to that realm of fictitious world where my imagination will stay raw and free, my flow of words be effortless and there would be nothing around me that can stop me or bind me there. Oh Yes! I want to get there.

21 thoughts on “Another clichéd love story!”

  1. Anju Dinesh says:

    Thank you Haritha!! Thank you for noticing and appreciating.. Means a lot 🙂 And Oh yes! High time we let them live exactly like us. Nothing less.. Nothing more!

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