The phone rang; Neha rushed to the hospital and saw Tony in a very pathetic condition.
After separation it was their first meeting. He was an incomplete man now, with the crutches by his side. There was no soul to console him during this dreadful situation.
She controlled herself, and talked very sympathetically with her husband. He repented and apologized for disloyalty.
All her hatred for Tony had vanished away and her heart bore no regrets and no complaints.
Now she’ll bring Tony home, not because she needs him, only because he needs the love and care of a family.
Written for Write Tribe Wednesday Prompt #6
I am not a writer, I simply write to pour my heart out and to learn while being in the company of like-minded.
An introvert person since childhood, I found myself vulnerable (in terms of expression) in this whole world. Though everyone around me was my best hand… but I was not at all capable of expressing myself.
How to put the things together while having a conversation and how to deal with them was the problem that suffocated me a lot. In spite of the lovely support around me I just wanted to be mine.
One day few kids from the neighborhood bumped in and pleaded me to help them for their writing competition. Four topics to complete by the next morning was a very short notice. I could not refuse as it was the matter of helping kids, so I had to accept it. I don’t know about my school competitions but those four writings came out as something satisfactory. From then onwards writing became a separate world, ‘A world of my own’ to me, where I would escape very often.
‘Why I write ‘…
Writing helps me in-
- Speaking my heart out
- Voicing my opinion
- Venting my feelings
- Retreating into the world of my own
- Polishing my style
- Learning something new
- Being in the company of like minded
Ones writing improve a lot in the process of writing. Writing blogs and participating in various activities incite the writers (upcoming) to turn their hobbies into a creative talent. Thanks to all the sources that take the initiative to encourage and motivate the upcoming ones like us.
This post is the part of Write Tribe #4
She entered the room shyly and looked at me; I was mesmerized by the glimpse of her lovely eyes. Those eyes looked loving, caring, and above all beautiful. My inner entity screamed with joy ‘IT’S A YES’…
That evening, sudden confusion erupted in the family by the twisted statement of our purohit.
Now it was a big NO.
Why this confusion now?
Tomorrow …….new meeting!!!
The whole night, her beautiful eyes kept following me in my dreams.
In the morning I came up with my decision, and was heard after big argumentation.
Maybe this is called ‘LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT’…………
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Beautiful Eyes- this post is the part of 100 Words on Saturday # 12
Today again Harry rushed out of home with a bitter mood and Neha nearly froze at the door.This was the routine of almost everyday. She went inside the bedroom spiritlessly and locked the door. She opened her closet, then the locker inside it, took out the envelop and hurriedly opened it. With great care she unfolded the letter and held the dried rose petals in her hands. With watery eyes she stared those petals. The last memory of Raj!!! Two years back she married Harry and was in the process to forget Raj. Her first love Raj, would never fit into the frame of her husband, she knew that very well. Therefore, she practically chose Harry as her life partner and moved forward.
The glittering world of materialism lost its shine within no time. Neha and Harry were not made for each other. She could not complaint to anyone because it was her decision. Undoubtedly her material desires were fulfiied, but there was no compatibility between the couple. She wanted to shout on herself, blame herself for such unreasonable choice. During those tough and troubled times this letter from Raj seemed to be an oasis of comfort in the desert of her married life.
She has retained Raj’s love letter as a substitute to carry forward her unpleasant married life. Whenever she wants to console her heart, these dry petals appear as fresh ones through her watery eyes.