8 Things an Ex-lover should know

Here we go....


i.
I don't believe anything would go forward with someone. Now. Not even with you.

ii.
Tell my friends it was all my fault. All mine. Believe the same. I can never put you down infront of them, atleast.

iii.
Sometimes, when I break, you're the one I get reminded by. No matter, what.
I am yet to figure out, whatever you do; damage or heal.

iv.
I crave for your warmth so bad that when he whispers in my ear, I cringe.
Go home and comfort myself, he won't leave unlike you.

v.
It does sound poetic to hit an ex-lover after 5-6 years down the lane, but trust me it's not.
I would rather prefer killing myself before that.

vi.
Leaving you, I thought, would take away the burden off my chest, but it didn't.
Not, for you were pretty good.
You were not.
Now whenever I try to find comfort in him all I am left in is grief and anxiety about him, leaving me.

vii.
They say it's a lesson. Learn it and thank them.
I put my time in. You let it all go wasted.
Made me think it was all my fault. still.
I don't thank you. Not at all.

viii.
If you ever miss me, someday. Keep it with yourself.
That's the best you can do to spare my shredded heart.
So, please!



By Muskan Tulsani
India

Till the end

On the stormy winter night someone walked past the gates of Welda Timothy. There was a knock on the door and she opened it. She looked around and there was no one. Then she heard a child crying. She glanced down and saw the most beautiful child wrapped in a towel, mewling some incoherent words. But it was the smile that won her heart.

Welda always wanted a child but god had other plans for her. She named the boy as Robert, in the memory of her late husband. She raised him as her own and never let him realize that he was an orphan. She played with him, laughed with him and taught him everything.

Robert was growing up to be a fine young lad. Tall and handsome he was. Welda made sure that he had a kind heart and gentle nature. She would say, "I know that you were at my doorstep for a reason. You were my angel. And angels have a gentle heart. And they always respect." It always made him laugh to think of it the way his mother told him. But he belived her anyway.

Welda took her last breath in her angel's arms. Robert was 25 when she died. She made him promise her that he will not fall back. That he will continue to prosper and show the world what a fine young man he was. She gave him a letter and asked him not to open it at that time

"You will open it when the time will come, not before," she said as she closed her eyes.

Robert kept the promise he made to his mother. He grew up to become a successful man and found a beautiful wife. They fell in love the first time they saw each other. A year after their first date they got married. They both wanted a baby. They made efforts for it but failed. They went to the doctors and found out that Robert was sterile. It crushed both of them. His wife Amanda would weep at nights. Sometimes he could find a tear or two in his eyes too. They thought that they were lost.

When Robert was sifting through the old documents he found a letter. It was his mother's letter. The one she gave him when she died. He took it and kept it safe. Every time he tried to open it his heart would shout, "Don't! Maybe it's not the time yet." He would keep it beneath his pillow every night he slept.

And then happened what he feared the most. His wife gave up on him. Left him for someone who can give her a child. He never blamed her. He was the one who was incapable. He always chalked it up to that. But nothing could dull the pain he felt. He was alone again, just like he was when he was left at Welda's doorsteps.

His mother's thought made him think about the letter. He went to his room and opened the it. It read...

" Robert dear,
If you are reading this then I assume that you are in the most dreadful state of mind. I know that I cannot help you now. I cannot hold you in my arms as you weep. Yes, you have to weep. You cannot keep the pain inside you. It will eat you up.

As for you, I have thanked god a thousand times for what he gave me. I was content with what I had before. But when you came into my life, my life was complete. The way you smiled at me, made me realize how little I had. And you, my baby boy was going to be my precious gift.

I am so proud, for the fine man you've become. You can't imagine how happy it would have made me to see you children. But here is what I need you to do. I know that I haven't done much for you, but I do know that something I did had made a difference in your life. And that makes me happy.

There is nothing more beautiful than to see your young one to grow up in front of your eyes. I wish that I would have found another angel like you. Angels are a gift and I want you to know how it feels to have an angel as a gift. So, I want you adopt a child and make his or her life a better one. I always wanted a girl, so it would be nice of you if it were a girl. I want you to keep her, love her and protect her. Give her life a meaning. Make a difference in her life. Tell her about me. How I rubbed your nose when you were little. Help me be remembered. And I want you to love your angel 'till the end'.

Your mother
Wenda "

A single tear rolled down his eyes as folded the letter back. And it took moments before broke down.

Next day he found himself surrounded by babies in the orphanage. All crying and mewling. He was scanning though the babies lying in their cradle when he saw a girl. A little baby playing with a small toy in her hand. She was small and had a whisp of golden blonde hair. But the smile reminded him of his mother. He picked up the girl and whispered in her ear.

"Till the end."




A Story by Avinash Kumar Verma
India.

A Mom without a Baby...

“What is Motherhood ?” , if you ask someone; the possible answers you may get are “Feelings of a lady for her child is known as motherhood”, or in social aspect we can say, “ The responsibility towards small kids for their bring up with love and care though they are biologically yours or not it doesn’t matter.” , etc. But does Motherhood really have something to do with kids only…? What if I say that a 10 year old girl is a mother of 34-year-old man. You my say I am crazy but I have seen such a small mother. 
It’s been two years for this incident. I had gone to my Grandma’s house for holidays. I used to go there in every summer. After dinner we used to go out for a walk. That day also we had a tasty dinner together and started a walk towards Lord Ganesha’s Temple which was around 10-15 min. away from her house. Comforting breeze was flowing around and we both were enjoying our talk and walk. She was in the efforts of enriching my personality by telling her life experiences and I was enjoying to listen to them like a story. We reached to the temple, climbed those 15 steps and finally entered in temple premise. It was late at night; so hardly 6 -7 people were there. I noticed a small girl seated at the corner of the temple and was tying hibiscus flowers with a string. She was wearing a green colored frock which was torn from many sides. Her hair was covered with dust and hence was faded in color. She was so small that she could barely understand this highly practical society but still her little hands were doing their job so neatly. 
I pointed at her and said to grandma, “ Poor girl !!!” Grandma smiled for a moment and said, “Don’t judge her by her looks, she is the strongest girl I have ever met. !” I was about to reply but she continued saying, “She doesn’t have shelter. She lives here only in the temple. She sells flowers to make some money for taking care of her child… “; now I broke her sentence and asked…. “What…!! Child!!!!” Grandma smiled and said,” Let me show you, come with me.” We went in a hut at the back of the temple. When I peeped inside the hut I was shocked. I saw a middle aged man, half paralyzed; lying down on a bed. I asked grandma, “who is he?”. Grandma started saying, “This is Suresh. Its been 3 years back, Suresh was a priest of this temple. He was living happily with his wife Meena and daughter Kusum. One day they were returning from their hometown and suddenly they met with an accident. Unfortunately that day Kusum lost her mother and her father got half paralyzed. At that time Kusum was just 10 years old. She did not even know how to handle the situation. Some NGOs and orphanages came to take her with them but she refused to go. She was worried that if she wont be there, who will take care of her father. Because her father was not even able to move from either side. She stood strong in such deadly situation, she left her school and started selling flowers in the temple. From that day onwards she became mother of suresh. She earns for him. She Cooks food for him. She feeds him, she takes all care of him just like a mother does for her child. “
 I was stunned. ”Oh my god what a brave girl she is. In the age when she herself needs a shelter from mother; she is doing all this for her father. May God give her strength in her difficult times!!”, I prayed. That day I realized that motherhood is just about love and affection. It has nothing to do with the age. That day I saw a mom without a baby, in form of Kusum.    

A Story by Utkarsha Nikam
( A real life Story )

Your absence hurts...

It is the Mother’s Day today; the entire social media walls are flooded with messages flaunting the love people have for their mothers. I do not know about the inception of this day or the history behind an auspicious celebration but what I can say is that this one day has gained ample significance in the recent years. Folks celebrate it in remembrance of the dutiful services of their mothers and to recognize their unconditional love and utterly pure affection.

I was scrolling down my face book newsfeed and the happy faces and those long-short textual posts filled with sweet gratitude grabbed my attention. For a moment, I was lost. Lost somewhere in my past, lost in the dark.

My deep line of thought broke by the interruption caused due to the voice of my roommate who placed a call to her mother in order to wish her. His sugar-coated conversation delighted me always but today it disturbed the peace of my mind. I wanted to escape from this reality. I felt a lump that choked my throat. Soon the atmosphere turned suffocating and I could not breathe properly. I felt dizzy. So, I came out and went around the streets. While I was rambling along the meadows, a thought pierced me. It appeared as if that seed of thought will ruin me. It was not the first time. The fatal thought kept coming to me quite often. A solution to get myself rid of it was elusive. I was terribly chained with my own musings. Those shackles were a blockade in the path I wished to tread to set myself free.

I wanted to sit as my head was getting heavy. I sat on an empty bench and gently closed my eyes. The mind again started to wander. This created a chaos. The swift appearance of my past events hurt me. All of a sudden, I opened my eyes in disbelief. I was all alone and empty within. The solitude is the most faithful friend but at times, even it deceives us. We may conclude that we can vent our pent up emotions by self reflection and free ourselves but then the reality bites us so hard that all we seek is a generous company. I went back to my hostel only to gaze at the cheerful boys enjoying themselves. All of them seem to be happy and here I was surrounded with spites of my despondence.

My roommate noticed that I was not in the present moment. The grief ingrained on my face was clearly visible – to the ones who wanted to peek through the superficial layers and see the hidden things.

Therefore, he took me in a corner, in a secluded area and questioned about what was bothering me so hard. I kept silent and he further prodded.

And suddenly, tears came rolling down my cheeks. The piled up emotions just collapsed. Since childhood I was taught that the boys are not meant to cry. But that day in the heat of the moment I forgot everything. I just wanted to let it go. That was the day I confided in my friend and told him that that my mother left me as soon as I was born. She eloped because she never loved my father. She abandoned me. I was brought up in an orphanage because my father didn’t want to shoulder his responsibilities as well. Since childhood I used to glance at the ecstatic faces of the children revealing in the company of their mothers. How badly I have desired to bask in the love of my mother. I wished that someday she’ll comeback, caress my hairs and sing to me those melodies under the moonlight. She will embrace me and I will be safe under her grip. I used to pray to god to please bestow me with the most valuable and priceless possession – a mother. But my prayers never got answered.

And today when I see others celebrating Mother’s Day; I complain to almighty whether why he kept me aloof from savouring the elixir - a mother’s love.

My friend was stunned hearing this. He wiped my tears and hugged me tightly. Later I talked to her mother and I felt really good. Her gentle words healed me. But yet there is a void that can never me filled.

 

I still wonder where are you Mom and why and how did you left the child who owe his life to you !!!!!

By Khyati Gautam