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Life

Updated: Oct 4, 2024

By Meera



Meet-up: 

Am getting married to this guy, or that's what they said, to me. I am not allowed to be the decision  maker of my life events, ever. Am now frustrated to the brink, to let others intrupet in my life choices.  Let me take matters into my own hands from now on. Yes, how long should I wait for this guy now,  arrrgh... I hate him already. I hate him so much, to make me wait. Awhile later, I had decided to not to  wait any longer, yes, I can't marry him and as I got up from my chair to leave, I bumped into him and we  settled in back, on our chairs. 

'Why can't you walk straight and come on time?. listen I love being punctual, just be on time hereafter, I  won't let you make me wait for you, until you come!!'. 

'Sorry on that and it's peak hours of the evening, so the traffic was inevitable. Let's order some food, let  him know what do you prefer to eat?'. He ordered quickly and looked at me as I ordered mine. 

'Dont draw some lame excuses, please!!'. I was a bit loud with my voice, having the waiter standing  beside me to take up my order and he went flushed a bit as the waiter walked by. 

'Am actually not!!'. He said and went onto eat his meal silently as I waited for my order twitchingly to  arrive soon, and he looked at me puzzled. 

'Are you hungry?'. He held a soft tone to his voice and smiled 

'Yes, am starving and am am sorry, for using a tad high tone on my voice!!'. My food came and I began  to eat hurriedly stuffing my face and he laughed at me teasingly, I like him. 

'Let's split the bills!!'. He was surprised to hear that and held a broad smile as he gave his share, I guess  he likes me. 

Wedding: 

The wedding happened in a grand manner and I felt happy until I saw him standing beside me with a  frown face. Damn, why can't he smile, what's with his face?. Why isn't he looking handsome as he did  that day, at the restaurant?. Am I not looking good?, my god didn't he like me?. God, no who have I got 

married to?. Why is he treating my friends with no cheerful response, what's going on in his head?. I will  not leave him today until he understands to not to insult me in front of them, ever. 

'Why are you here now?'. I feircely charged at him as soon as I saw him standing outside the room. 

'Did you just lock this room?. What do you mean, and by the way I can't go to any other room, even if I  want to?. So, please step aside and let me in!!'. 

'Why can't I lock this room?, I have been given this room, it's my room. So, you are willing to go to  another room, where I will be not be there!!'. 

'Will you just step aside and let me in!?'. He hissed his voice and I stepped aside, as he entered in,  locking the door behind him. 

'Don't you ever use that tone to me!?'. I pointed at his chest as he stood there staring at me with a  frown face. 

'You called for it, I can't help it. I never hissed my voice in anger, but did it, so no one could hear me, but  you!!'. 

'How dare you insult me amongst everyone in the wedding by keeping a frown face throughout the day  and can't I just show my anger at night to you in front of noone.. Arrgh, I can't be in the same room with  you?. You are just being ridiculous'. 

'I am running down in temperature, that's why I had a frown face and I don't know how on earth would  that become an insult to you?'. His voice lowered and sounded tired. 

'Everyone thought you didn't like me and I thought you were forced into this marriage!!'. My voice  lowered too. 

'No one can force me to do anything other than my liking, do you still plan to walk out of this room,  now!?'. He held a tender voice as he questioned. 

'No, am so sorry, I didn't know. Do you still have fever, lie down well and take good rest!!'. I had a husky  voice. 

'Yes, that's what am going to do, good night and you too sleep well'. He slept soon after and I hugged  him to sleep as I like him so much. 

A week later: 

The house was still filled in with incredible lot of his relatives, questioning me and giving me weird looks  as they pass by. Why am I stuck with hell lot of traditions and where the heck is he, why is he not around 

me?. I know him less, but I know no other person other than him here. Arrrgh... no, I have decided, am  leaving this place for awhile, let him be nowhere!!. 

'Get dressed... We are heading to the city nearby, let's get back home soon to..o, are you heading  somewhere!?'. He looked mazed. 

'Yes, am going out to my friend's birthday party, I have said I will be there and my friends are on their  way to pick me up!!'. He still looked puzzled. 

'Oh... Why can't you tell me pretty earlier?. I would have made up something to cover up for you,  outside!!'. He's spontaneous and I like him a lot. 

'I know it's a last minute warning, but can't you just do that even now!?'. I wasn't upset with him  anymore. 

'Oh... I could, have a happy evening, be back soon!!'. He hugged me before I could leave. 'Yes, I will!!'. I waved him bye, before he walked away. 

A month later: 

Is she surprisingly making up our honeymoon plans, but it doesn't seem like?. She's always on her office  calls. Did she just forgot about this whole thing?. How can she forget?. Did she forget that she's married  to me now. I guess she does, even yesterday she arrived late to my friend's dinner nightout, saying she  totally got lost in her works and forgot about it completely. I will not leave her unanswered to my  questions today. Where is she, is she not at home yet?. 

'How can you insult me in front of my friends yesterday... How can you say that you forgot about me in  front of them?'. 

'I never said that... It's a completely different statement, I said I was loaded with lots of work and I lost  the track of time in it. I never insulted you, but I admit I ran late, but that can't be an insult as I  apologized as soon as I met everyone, genuinely I was sorry!!'.  

'I doubt that... You have turned up uncaring, unloving, you have forgot about organising our honeymoon  plans, didn't you?'. I was shoved with lot's of paper on my face as she stared back at me, hurt. 

'Am I unloving?, am I uncaring?. You don't know me yet then, shame on you, to hell with you. I have  done planning to every last minute detailing, I was organising this the whole week apart from my works, 

have a good look at it, alone!!'. She hissed her voice, not in anger, but hurt. I was shocked skimming  through those pages and I grabbed her just in time, before she fled off.  

'I am sorry, so sorry, please don't leave me... I was excited about the whole surprise, it took the worst  out of me!!'. She stood still as I hugged her tightly. 

'Do you still plan to walk out of this room!?'. I held my breath tight as she stared back at me and I knew I  like her so much. 

'Yes... I am taking you along with me to shopping!!'. She held her beautiful dimple smile as we walked  together. 

3 months later: 

Why is she sulking all day, why is she not talking to me, why is she not in the same room as me, where  the hell as she disappeared?. What's going on?. Is she unwell, but no if so, she would tell me!!. My god,  is she really unwell?, I need to find her. There she is, laughing on her phone while talking, I watched her  until she cut the call and as she raised upto meet my eyes, she snapped back her head, quick to walk  afar and I caught up with her wrist. 

'Don't you ever walk from me by snapping, put up a fight with me idiot, but don't you walk away!?'. Her  eyes twinkled at me. 

'What do you want?'.  

'what is this all about, is it about my weekend plans with my friends?'. 

'You are clever. What will you do, if it is so!?'. She held a soft tone and I like her a hell lot. 

'I would ask you why, so tell me why are you upset, what's bothering you!?'. She held her dimple smile &  I knew she like me a lot too. 

'Will you drink so much and have fun?. I was pondering the whole morning on how to tell you this, as  you caught me up questioning, I am going to talk about it!!'. 

'What is it about?'. I saw her hesitation and I grabbed her by her shoulders as I shouted my lungs out on  the next sentence. 

'Don't you dare think ugly things about me?. Don't you?. Would you not trust me enough, what's wrong  with you?'.

'I am trusting you enough, to hell with your trust issues. I was about to say just don't drink too much and  loose your senses'. 

'Am sorry!!'. I held her close to my heart as I softened my voice. 

'You are just so hopeless, idiot!!'. She whispered. 

'Yes, I am!!'. I chuckled. 

Half a year passed by: 

I am waiting badly to meet her, I never knew I could miss her so much. It's been half a month since we  met eachother and I think she misses me a hell lot too. How can she not, when am all excited within to  meet her. Where is she?. She said she would be there to receive me. Arrrgh... What's with this crowd,  snailing my fast pace to get to her. Finally, I saw her before she could catch up with my gaze, there she is  standing still holding her breath firm, with her eyes searching all over and I tapped at her left shoulder  and she gaped at me in shock as I chuckled hugging her. 

'I missed you so much Ashish, I...missed...you'. She whispered as I held her close. 'I missed you so much Aparna... Miss you'. I whispered as I chuckled. 

Author's note: 

I think life can be lived happily with so many things around, but to enjoy living it, I guess we all should  have a partner who's not giving up on us, besides our tantrums, anger and so on... I strongly feel life  should be enjoyed while living.


By Meera




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