He was pushed behind the walls because he couldn’t do anything. He was stopped at the doors because a useless human deserve no invitation. He always fancy arts and singing was his passion but he was told about his failure frequently. He failed and failed several times yet, he has no regrets. He quenched his thirst in solitude, his fingers running through the strings, his voice, inaudible yet, every thing around him feel the rhythm of his music. He was now the center of attention, for every little thing danced around him following the pattern, high on tempo, playing it to the beat. He was the winner at that night, A winner who has no competitor.
She was their first child, First love baby. She deserved their unwanted attention; love, care & what not? But what happened was just the opposite of expectations. She was a baby that was wanted yet, unwanted. She was a baby that couldn’t be able to pull a smile on their face when she breathed for the first time. Nothing could’ve helped them to soothe out their misery.
They wasn’t ready for it because it’s too early now, All the responsibilities were dropped on their shoulders. What to do? Why did she come in this world so early? Why God why?
These questions always popped up in her head when she was going about the day, doing stuff and chores. She took a maternity leave and the very next day, her husband lost a job. She couldn’t think of anything else; rather blamed her only child which was the cause of her miseries, according to her. Strange..isn’t it? She brought the bad luck. She brought the curse upon them, She thought about it the other day, while putting the baby in cradle.
Why would a tiny little child be the cause of their miseries? How are they get bind to miseries due to a baby? She was going all nuts, nowhere to go. Things weren’t going well, It was hard for her husband to find a decent job. Their mental peace was messed to the point that they have started hating their own blood. Whenever she got angry, she needed something to vent out her frustration so, Someone had to play the role of punching bag, a radio or a dairy. Ironically, Her daughter served the purpose well.
Glittery and sugar coated words that never meant to be real. It made her go all gaga over it. She was like, “He is the best man”. She proudly narrated everywhere, she get a chance to go; Parties, birthdays, weddings. She’d say, “I am proud of him’.
But all went in vain when he showed his true colors, which leads her to admit, “not all that glitter is gold”. She has started to think with a new perspective, trying to own things that seem real. Her real journey begins with a new way.
‘He is such a prince charming, He really loves me and care for me’ ‘ He knows what I want even before I say a word. He buy me gifts and flowers even though I never ask for it’. Here, Look at this picture’, She flips through her photo gallery and showed me a picture where they both were standing on a beach, holding hands and smiling at each other. That was a perfect click; I liked it. ‘You know I love blue eyes and see ! I got one with the blue eyes’. Nina chattered happily while sipping fruit punch.
‘How are you so sure about it?’ I asked curiously. Off course, Her happiness matters but I was being overprotective and I think that’s my right because she is my best mate.
‘Oh ! come on, He said he loves me and he will do anything for me. He’s really into me and now he wants to marry me’. She smiled and I saw her eyes sparkling with love. I prayed for her happiness, silently.
‘Okay ! but I still want you to be careful and don’t believe every word of him, you know my tag line “Expectations lead to disappointment”? I tried to warn her even though I was happy for her. She told me about wedding plans and the bridal shower. we spent quality time discussing pros and cons of wedding and stuff.
‘How are you?, how is your family? do he loves you the way he used to before?’ I bombarded her with questions because we have met after 4 months and I was so excited to see her that I forgot to see that she has changed a lot.
‘Yeah, He is good to me because I serve him and cook for him and his family’. she said gloomily. ‘and love you once told me about?’ I asked eagerly.
‘Love? Well, Not everything meant for you even though how hard you try. That was a lie and I was imprudent to believe his every word. He wanted to marry me not because, he loved me but because, his mother wanted a son and his first wife has burdened him with two daughter’.
She was sad and lost in the sea of coldness,..’you were right..she went on, expectations lead to disappointment’ she said skeptically……