Between you and me...

Your name truly suits you "Assumptions" and mine "Conclusions". But you know without you I cannot be reached to and without me you are incomplete. So please stop assuming me and I would want to stop concluding you for what is there in between is yet to be lived, experienced and resolved.

Your value will always be variable but mine always constant but with you. You may call me stubborn and not wanting to change but your changes are highly irritating. But you know dear, if you change I shall have to change too. May be that is what you always wish for... to change me.

But there is something missing and that's what it is all about.The journey in between; the heart beating between two breaths, raindrops between the clouds and the ground.

Something that ought to be there but is not.The absent feelings ...the unknown derivation.

The dark...the truth.The story...the whole.

And not just the start and the end.

So stop loving me because my value changes in any case. And I become a variable and you obnoxiously a constantly terrifying catalyst to me. 





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Second Chance...

I never thought that time will fly like this and I would not be able to cherish the moments that I deserve. My little girl is now no more little but has grown into a lady....intelligent, smart and beautiful. But with time, Diana has become so quiet... and I wondered why. Sometimes, you think that your children would tell you all that happen to them...but they don't because they need space...to live their own life.



Falling in love is like a fashion nowadays....and with college going kids, it is sometimes a matter of status.The truth is that this duration destroys much of their scope for studies and a good career.

And falling out of love is equally disastrous...it destroys a healthy mentality and self confidence. and my dear little girl ... she didn't say but ... her eyes said all......her sorrow.



I couldn't get angry on her as I know it would worsen her condition ....she needs a shoulder to just cry out and feel light.And my biggest failure is that I didn't let her understand this hard rule of life that one must go on....



"Love is a feeling...to be felt but not to be possessed because possession makes it vulnerable.Feelings are free...they dwell in hearts and that is why they are beautiful. We might not understand that attractions do not merely mean anything but in course of time, we go through a pain which is another emotion... a feeling. But the truth is that we are so much occupied by the sadness that we cage this pain in our hearts. And we totally change the meaning of Love.

Leave the right to possess the person you love.... and you shall always be happy to be in love. You might never forget the person because with him/her you had a wonderful time...which cannot be snatched away . It's a moment of peace...a never ending moment of happiness, which brings radiance on your face. The glow of which is so pure....so true, that never can anyone make you happy like that."



And then she suddenly turned towards me to ask," Mom... do you love Dad in the same way?"



The minute of silence was like ages for me and my lips struggled to say anything.

 A voice behind me intruded before I could start," Sometimes... broken hearts need a lot of time to heal my dear! And when they do...they are stronger than ever to be broken down because we pick up each shattered piece...place them carefully and fix them with pure love.... and give them time and care to heal. Broken pieces may have cracks and stains but they hold stronger....scars are the proof of our struggle but not our failure. Second chances are very difficult but people get stronger . They know the pain endured in the first time. So, second time, the heart is all prepared.

SO.... buckle up!!!This is not the end.....He rejected you....move on...don't stay where you are...but as your mom says- Love is a feeling, not to possess a person but the feeling of being in love. And that is how it should be! "



Her dad said the best words ever to boost her spirit...as she wiped her cheek and hugged him....a jitty feeling hovered over me and I was caught in his gaze, his muffled voice touched my ears,"You can never forget your first love...the first kiss and the the first drops of rain of the season.."

My breath struggled to get free but my eyes glistened with the petrichor of the first love lost in the crowds of memories....my voice finally stripped of its loudness spoke in a husky tone," I regret why it wasn't you?"



" It was always you....my first and last...and I don't regret I wasn't your first because I waited for you... and somehow I was destined to be yours." His words and his warm embrace made me realise that second chance in love is a beautiful thing....the sweetness of love is never less...it is our hearts that do not open and accept it but... I have found peace in the love that I have got and I hope Diana too understands this and....accepts life and love as they are!



(C) Ravinder Kaur

   

     28-06-2017



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That Pink LOVE-LETTER

                 Today was just another day. By 12 p.m. I had finished my daily chores,the maid left after doing her work, Husband to his office and kids to their schools. There was time for lunch so as usual I sat down to read some articles in a magazine.The curtains were obstructing the light, so I stood up to pull the curtains.Suddenly an envelope slid through the door.I thought maybe the postman would have slid it through, but I have never seen a pink envelope like that.

 





                I picked up the envelope.There was a shinny pink coloured letter in the pink envelope.I took it to the table and took my chair to read it.The card was addressed



    





                                                                       "For U, My Love"





I thought may be this is some prank of my husband.Today was not my B'day or Valentine's Day or Wedding Anniversary.The other thought dwelled in that, may be, it is not for me. Somebody has sent it to me by mistake. I placed it on the table.But there was something familiar that was tempting me to read it. I opened it  and read what was written in  it.The letter had a very strange but attractive handwriting, which also seemed somehow familiar but I thought hard who could have written this....









  "Dear Love,



You know how much I love you.The first time I saw you, I cried to be with you forever."









These two line made me shiver like a dry leaf in the autumn. I thought hard.Who is this person???

I cannot remember a person who had feelings like this for me (not in my knowledge, I should say)

I read again.











"For you, I have always thought. For you, I have lived Day and night. For you all the flowers and For you is  all my life.

You have been a part of my life and would always be. Even when you are married today, still I love you. And I swear if any being in the world brings tears in your eyes, I would not spare him/her even though if he is your husband. And all this because I love you and I am your First Love. Just stay happy and Promise Me You'll always be my Princess ,My Doll.





Now Open the door. I am standing outside, waiting for you to Come and Hug Me.





                                                    With Love

                                                                   

                                                                      Your First Love

                                                                       Your Dad"





"Your Dad!!!!" Suddenly the whole thing made me cry out of happiness. I ran to open the door. He was standing there and behind him was my husband winking at me. I just hugged my Dad and said," Yes,You ARE my first LOVE, Dad. And  I Love You."