Pinku-Enchanted Life

(Hope all you guys out there....yes you too the one that goes by the name of God are listening) A hot cup of coffee in the morning. Everyday! Trip overseas ideally to Europe if not then Israel or Turkey would do A piece of chocolate to lick after dinner. You guessed it, every night!! A zoom lens for my camera that sees beyond what I see A warm smile to greet my every whim!!! A SUV Cakes, muffins and cheese bread all baked at home!!!! Loads of new clothes and shoes & bags to match with each Love, friendship and the support of loved ones!!!!!

Hi! I have not been writing for over a fortnight. Its not that I didnt want to, I tried writing, sometime jotted down a sentence, sometimes keyed in a whole paragraph. But nothing seems right. Nothing makes sense. I want to fall into a long untroubled sleep and wake up to see all the issues washed away. I am being a little selfish, I am seeking my own happiness. Can it be so wrong? I try and do my duty towards everyone honestly, to the best of my ability. I dont shirk responsibility or the ugly things of life. Cant I be entitled to a little beauty, contentment, happiness then? I dont know what to say anymore. What arguments helps one win a war with loved ones. I want to cry and lament at the state of affairs of my life but its all wound up inside and its doesnt flow. I wish it would, I wish this pain would ease. Pray for me. Please pray for a miracle.

He had started doubting her every action. As her importance and esteem at her work place increased so did his distrust of her. He couldn’t believe it was possible for a woman to be able to rise so quickly without granting sexual favors. Commitment, hard work and intelligence were not things he thought much about and in case of a woman they were just not applicable was his firm belief. His distrust was something she couldn’t stand for honesty was to her the core essence of a marriage and if two partners couldn’t be honest to each other how they could be in the same conjugal bed was beyond her. The same belief had led her to speak in detail about her past relationship to her husband before they were even engaged and his reaction then had been of a thorough gentleman saying he was lucky he had her cause most women nowadays had relations before marriage and few would be truthful enough to admit it. She had been pleasantly surprised and her heart at peace she had prepared for her marriage.

A month went by with no change in his behavior. She frequently reminded him of their chat and the deadline. He ignored the whole issue with either a witty remark or a silence depending upon the mood he was in. Her life now centered around her office, a place which gave her recognition, a sense of worth and of course the opportunity to talk to her new friend. These chats and emails had become the focal point of her life. They gave her the strength and resolution which she would have lacked on her own. Not that they discussed her personal life but she found a kindred spirit and it helped to know that at least one person in the world thought like she did. Finally they met, she happened to have a meeting in his part of the city and could spare some time after it and he as frequently happened was alone, his family being with his in-laws. So they finally met on the last day of the year at a coffee shop filled with youngsters. The meeting was monumental and awkward at the same time. How do yo

She continued with the new job. Pleasantly surprised that her new bosses praised her often for her initiative and common sense something she had become so unused to in her life. Within a month and half of joining she was given a substantial raise. She wanted to convey the happy news to someone, she thought of who to call first and the answer that her mind threw up surprised even her. She called up the phone friend she had acquired and told him the happy news, he congratulated her wholeheartedly and they discussed yet again the possibility of meeting someday soon. This had almost become a joke between them since whenever they planned to meet something or the other would disrupt the plans. She called up her mom next who at that time was traveling, she as always was pleased with the news but again like always said it could have been, should have been better. Finally she called up her husband wondering in what manner her news would be received. She was already aware of the change in his ma

It was an ordinary day. She got up made breakfast and the five course lunch that her husband would carry to his office. Was too exhausted to move by the time he came back from pumping iron but like any other day she obliged him by allowing him to pump his seeds into her. This he said was necessary for his keeping fit and vital so she acquiesced. Then the race to office and he was kind enough to drop her close to her office which he usually didn’t since that meant he drive a kilometer extra to reach his which came before hers. Must have lifted more weight than usual or someone must have admired his six pack at the gym she calculated mentally. Such charity from him after all was rare. A mundane day at office and then an acquaintance called to ask why she had not forwarded her CV to her husband since she had already told him about her and he was waiting to hear from her. Truth be told she had forgotten all about her chat with the lady about a job change the other day and she promised to d

Death they say comes only once. What do they know? In my life it comes so often that I have forgotten to count. That time when the Maths teacher pointed out that my scores were the least in a class of 56. When the boy I fancied told me to deliver a love note to my friend. And then horror of horrors they went out on a date. Once when I jumped trying to be brave from the ramparts of an old fort and landed up with a broken ankle. Also when I nearly drowned in trying to cross a stream and reach the other side. And more than once when I hear the bitterness in a loved ones’ voice. Tell me then how can they say that death comes only once? What do they know?