Thursday, April 30, 2015

Living A TV-Less Life for Almost a Year

Can you imagine a life without TV? No? I guessed so. 

Now imagine if I tell you that we have been living a life without TV for the past one year or so!!! Yes! 

Since the time I moved into my new house in New Delhi, we have been living a TV-less life

(My living area where the wall is empty above the wall unit. I am not thinking of getting a wall paper that reads 'we don't have TV. We have conversations')
We actually did not buy a TV set for our home and nor we plan to do so for at least many more years to come. 

Surprising? May be. 

Everyone around us is either glad or stupefied by the fact that we have never thought of buying an instrument that otherwise seems essential to many for a sustainable living. 

Many asked me, 'how do you pass time without a TV'?

Many claimed, 'it is only for now.. you would eventually buy it'.

While most simply remarked, 'this is commendable but we can not ditch the TV. We NEED it'. 

I usually smile when people say any of the above. I understand smiling is the best I can do when they are not in the mood to grasp the reasoning of our decision. And to those who really want to know and may even want to chuck TV out of their lives, this is what I say to them - 

'CHUCK THE TV OUT right away. It is not simply eating away your precious family time, it is also adding stress to your lives and throwing unnecessary competition, negativity and emotional burden upon you'. 

Let me first tell you why we decided to go TV-LESS. It was our ADDICTION to TV that prompted me to remove the object of addiction itself. 

1. It was taking way hell of a time of ours. Particularly the family time. My husband would be glued to the TV after returning from office and there was no stopping him. When we were in Andamans, he would come home by 7pm or 7:30 pm and right after dinner he would head to the hall, switch on the idiot box and watch the never-ending, noisy, loaded with brick-bats news debates or Star Movies repeated action movies. If none of these interested him, he would watch Discovery for hours. 

2. I, on the other hand, unknowingly and unwillingly, got hooked onto the ridiculous and extremely non-sense TV soaps. Even if I watched two or three serials, just the dire desire to watch their fresh episode would turn my whole schedule upside down. My mornings and evenings were planned according to their show timings. 

3. My daughter had the worst addiction. She would watch the cartoon for hours in a row, she later on developed the habit of eating or drinking milk only when she was watching TV. 


I decided to call it quit. 

We did a small experiment on it while we were in Andamans itself. One day, I removed the cable wire if the TV and my husband and I challenged each other on who would start watching it again. Both of us stayed away from TV for a fortnight. 

{I lost the challenge and switched on the TV first..}

But this little exercise taught us that we could go TV-less if needed. 

When we moved to Delhi and shifted to our house, we had to buy every thing needed for a household. But since we did not realize the need of a TV immediately, we thought we would delay it. We delayed and then we never bought it.

(My living area; there is no TV :D)
What difference do I notice in my life now? 

1. It is much more peaceful than it would have been with a blaring TV. If you own a TV in the house, you switch it on. And once switched on, it holds onto your attention because that is how TV channels make money. 

2. Less advertisements mean less spending. Now I do not buy something just because it makes tall claims on TV. 

3. NO TV means NO NOISE except the sweet chitter chatter of human beings or old melodies being played on the radio. Yeah! I have a radio and I play it for two hours each in the mornings and evenings. So, I do get my dose of entertainment and music. 

4. LOT of time with family with undivided attention. Now that TV is not there, none of us gets distracted while talking to the other. 

5. Less stress, less electricity bill and less overload. Without TV there is much less stress in our lives now. I do not have to listen to those never ending conspiring saas-bahu sagas or animated hypothetical 'what if.. this.. happens to our earth' kind of videos and nor I have to listen to never-ending counter-complaining news debates. 

6. Less screen time altogether. I mostly spend my time on laptop. Coupled with TV, my total screen time in a day would be devastating to my health. Thankfully, now my screen time is controlled as I have also put my laptop hours on check. 

7. No more cartoons for my daughter. She watches some videos on laptop but on laptop I have the power of control with me. I can control what she watches and not. But with TV, you can not control. You can not escape the advertisements that come between the shows, you can not escape the plots, and you can not choose outside those five-six channels for children. Internet gives you the liberty to choose or create your own plan. I am not saying internet addiction is better than TV's but if I have to show something to my daughter, I would rather search from the billion videos on internet than to put on a cartoon show on TV. 

8. Better health, guaranteed. 

9. Better sleep, guaranteed. 

10. Better life, guaranteed. 

We are extremely happy with our decision to live a TV-less life and I hope we do not buy a TV set ever. It's benefits are too many to even think of buying one. 

(reading and writing from balcony; TV doesn't give this liberty)
As far as staying updated with the world is concerned, we have the following: 

1. We read newspapers and news magazines that not only give more balanced opinions than TV but also give us the liberty to read as and where like to. Right now, as I write this, my husband is reading the newspaper in the balcony. 

2. Internet is anyways there. We do a google search and read comprehensively when we feel we may be missing out on anything special. Like one night my husband stayed up till late in the night to watch LIVE telecast of Apple iwatch launch. 

3. Instead of reading many opinions, we create ours. Since we get lot more time to connect with each other now, my husband and I talk to each other more and now we have our opinions without listening to too many counter and rather ruthless thoughts on TV. 

I can go on and on about the good that 'no TV in life' has done to us but for the capacity of this article, I will stop here. 

If you have any questions or if you want to remove the idiot box from your life and you need some tips, please feel free to contact me. 

Also tell me who watches more TV in your home? And can you go for a TV-less life? 

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Monday, April 27, 2015

Finding Your Younger Self - True Story Of Losing 25 Kgs!!!

Just a causal mention of being fat...a fat it pained and embarrassed me when I compared myself with others, the same age yet looking so youthful and was the feel asking for a double XL always... when my doll wished for a shoulder ride and I told her I simply couldn’t.

How when son played badminton with me and I would soon be done up due to bending n picking the shuttle cork again and again. She understood. A cousin did. I expected nothing. Just had lightened myself off the pain a bit.

Then a couple of days later, my hope was dream she said she was all set with the plan for me asking if I too was ready for the ordeal. 

I said I was. The first set of instructions seemed too hard to be followed...the very first being...'you must follow the diet plan till the last 't'. 

(Maya's before and after pics)
I was like anxiously yet willingly surrendering myself to the thing knowing It was good for me... I had somehow to get rid of those packets of fat hanging at places, low confidence and insecurities.

On being asked to prepare a list of breakfast items I generally took, I provided her a long list indeed thinking she might pick the suitable ones out of those and further to impress her that we made such a variety.

Strictly enough she cut them all and made a list of items none of which I had ever thought I would be having.

I literally disliked many of those but like an obedient kid, I listened to my teacher. I decided that I would bow down the things with courage, would give a bold NO to the things I relished the most. By now I had learnt that a lot of self discipline is required.

Bit by bit I gathered self control...sinful food kept floating before my eyes of fancy BUT along with that a trimmed 'me,' kept beckoning me from so conspicuous a distance though. 

The weighing scales that I would never put my feet on did in fact become a daily morning ritual when the pangs of hunger at the midnight hour, after a bowl of bottle gourd soup would pierce my insides, I would imagine that I might have lost another two hundred grams by the next morning if I tried to sleep with that gurgling sound inside my tummy.

I struggled against cravings, tongue temptations and maintained painstakingly the prescribed diet chart, item by item, hour by hour.

Had never ever dreamt of swimming in my life but now agreed to...I had to overcome my fears howsoever long did it seem to take...brisk walks whenever and wherever possible...

Picking up the cork many a times didn't tire me any longer. The heavy feel, indigestion, acidity were on their way to be the things of the past. 

My body whispered, 'I am happier and lighter now'.

Weeks and months of a disciplined life saw the awakening of a happy writer, a happy wife and a happy mother.

(Source: Pinterest)
A far fetched dream it really was  but my angel provided me the carriage to reach there.

She kept spurring me up. Asked in between as a piece of reward if I had some particular craving. I  humbly accepted if I had!

Not that bad you know...

When you start loving the healthy food, the healthy advice, the healthy thoughts and wisdom, you get back the real glow.

This self control also made me more spiritual a being, preparing delicacies for all yet keeping away from them. I was being a friend to myself.

Whatever fractions of that healthy schedule could I administer on my hubby darling and beloved kids, I did my best - eating a big papaya with four forks one for each became an unwelcome yet healthy ritual.

They would make partitions in the plate n count their pieces...of course manifesting big hearts, providing me without fail, the lion's share.

I don't believe I have come this far. It was a resolution taken last new year but it is a dream come true this new year! 

In this last one year I lost 25 Kgs of fat (or weight as you like to call it) and 10 inches off my waist.  The journey from 40 inches waist size to sweet 30 inches weight has been a learning curve. 

Dear Mentor,

It's time to acknowledge the mental boost, the pains taken, the unease you must have had looking for options I would often ask for. I can't really forget how even when on an official tour, you never failed to provide the week's plan ahead. 

You have given me what I know no one could. I did have faith in didn't go amiss.

I'm so intrigued when I see people in awe. They cast stolen looks while a few advance and ask with pure concern if...something has gone wrong with me. If I'm suffering from some disease. 

They miss my plump cheeks and round I too ?
I smile within. 

I often missed my younger self...never knew, would be able to regain. You made it possible sweetheart!
What greater gift I could ask for?

Note: This post is contributed by Maya who has written several loving posts on Womanatics
Pour in your questions about diet tips, weight loss tips, questions or any comments that you have. Maya is here to answer and help you all. 


Tuesday, April 21, 2015

To Have Or Not To Have A Second Child?

This week I got two questions on the same subject. 

Question. We already have a 4 yr old baby. I am the one who takes care of the baby full time. I have no other help in terms of servant or a helping hand at home. Even if I had, I won't have been happy to leave the baby to the maid. But I hardly get time for myself and I feel my baby also feels a little lonely. Should I go for second child? What about the weight gain again? And how do I deal with two kids and re-start my life again after 5 yrs? Please help. 

Answer. Dear Readers, 

I couldn't answer these questions at a better time than this. I have myself been battling with this dilemma for over half a year now. 

Every parent has a unique style of parenting, just like you and me. You may be good at showering material gifts upon your baby, I may be good at teaching her the ethics. You may be awesome at taking best care of the child while I am a lazy mum and can do lot of cheating when it comes to cooking and playing with the baby. 

But with all the parents, one thing is common - parents love their child and any kind of discomfort hurts them. 

In my case, what hurts me the most is when my daughter asks me innocently - 'who should I play with? You are on your laptop and papa is busy with phone?' The moment she questions us, we both melt and jump up to play with her but soon we are back to our desks again. We can not keep up with her energy level for more than 15 mins! 

It hurts me to see that my child, even though she has a stay-at-home mum, feels lonely at times and she seeks company of other children. Thankfully we live in a campus that has many children and she gets the company but still she has to go to somebody else's house or call other children to her home. 

Pained by her childish misery, I often decide to take the leap of having a second child. But immediately the realities of having two young children at home begin to haunt me. How would I go back to being a working woman again? Will we manage the finances? What about my endless travel plans? Who will deal with the extra chores at home with two children? The list is endless. 

Problems are many but the benefits are few. 

BUT despite the initial chaos a new baby would cause and the next two years of constant busy-ness, I am now ready to have a second baby. 

I am thinking (seriously!) about a second child. Simply because I hope I will have more time for myself in the future with two babies playing with each other. Also, I have siblings and I know what a huge support siblings can be for one another. I want Pahal to have that kind of support.

Some awesome times of celebrations
Also in Sanjay I find a very supportive life partner. Not only he takes good care of me, I am assured that he will do his best to help me with whatever he can. I am a happily married woman and another baby would add to the happiness. 

In addition to this, I know my limitations as a mother. I can not be physically engaged with Pahal in her games; I am not too good at playing girl-ish games with her; I am a mom who needs her share of 'me time', no matter what! Basically, I can not provide her the company she desires and deserves. 

Finance is one aspect I need to sort out before I take the plunge. I have been blogging more regularly lately and I am also looking for part-time options. As soon as my finances are sorted, I will go for a second baby.

Sharing a laugh with my sister
That is about me. Hope it provides some clarity to you.  

If your case is any different than mine, I would suggest you keep the following in mind and then take a decision: 

1. Another baby means lot of responsibilities. You need to think well in advance about how you are going to fulfill these extra responsibilities. 

2. Finance - this is the most important responsibility. A new being means new added expenses. Are you well prepared? 

3. Is your marriage strong? - I have seen women going for a second child to fix their marriage and this is ridiculous. Unless you have a good, healthy marriage, I would not suggest going for another baby. If the future of your marriage is secured and seems good, go for it. Else, either fix your marriage first or drop the idea. 

Look alike - with my brother
What to do when you are prepared with the above but your child feels the need of a sibling? 

1. Take care of the above first. It is best to provide a conducive, healthy environment to your baby so try to resolve the issues before his/her arrival. 

2. If your baby is not very keen on second child, then you can be the company. I know families that do very well in terms of bringing up their own single child and they do it wonderfully well. Be that example and if you can not give him company of children, act like a child yourself. 

3. Take some more time to think about it and act only when you are sure of it. It would be utterly insane if you repent your decision of having a second baby after he/she is born. So make up your mind well before the arrival and once the baby is here, devote yourself unconditionally to him/her. 

I have answered a similar question here as well. 

Hope this helps. All the best. 

I am sure you may know people who had similar dilemmas. Share your own personal experience or of others' and help the readers in making a wise decision. Thank you for your love!

Thursday, April 16, 2015

Celebrating 'getting older'

It was her thirty fourth birthday. 

People rejoiced and wished her in the best ways possible. 

Her hubby, a life time admirer of hers, had gifted an enchanting necklace just like the one she had long been craving to adorn herself with. 

Even her kids were mature enough to give her sweet little surprises like love-notes and thanksgiving notes pasted on doors and walls of her room, flowers, hugs and hand- made cards thus making the day a very special one. 

(Celebrating my 34th birthday)
She had richness of all sorts amassed within the four walls of her sweet home. Perfect! E.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g. j.u.s.t. p.e.r.f.e.c.t! 

What was it that didn't allow her to feel blissful and contented? Actually she had probed the depths of the mirror last night. It didn’t make her happy as it always did. She was stung by the painful thought that she was getting older. The grey strands of hair were getting just too stubborn to be concealed any- more. 

She felt insecure when she had to do her hair in a way that might keep the salt and pepper from view. Was she going to dye? No! She hated to resort to such artificial means. Did she suffer from any mortal fears? No!! What was it then? 

Did she fear her husband wouldn't love her if she grew old? Perhaps yes!! 

(Thanking almighty on my birthday for these smiles. Yeah Sanjay is still shy of smiling on camera :P)
Did she worry because she thought she might not be carrying herself well in the social gatherings with such a mature look at such an unripen age? 

'What happened sweetheart?' her husband approached her and asked kissing her hands. 'Nothing. I'm fine.' she sobbed. 'It's your birthday honey!!' 'Ummm. It is.' 'The occasion calls for celebration!! 

Where have these silly tears come from?' he was startled. 

'See; I'm getting old...' she rather exposed the grey bunch of her hair to see how he reacted. 
'Is that all which makes me birdie go off colored?' he laughed. 

'You won't love me now onwards; no?' 

'I love u for your beautiful heart dear. You look awesome! Really! Getting old together wud be fun; no?' he clasped her feminine frame to his masculine broad chest. 

'U mean it???' she asked wiping her tears with the pads of her thumbs. 

'I mean it. I love you honey! Come on let's celebrate.' 
Getting old?' 


(Let the celebrations begin)
Note: The post above is written by Maya. You can read her last post - Wrong Number, Good Kiss and a Great Love.

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Monday, April 13, 2015

I Am The Woman Who Lets Him Sleep..

Today's beautiful poem-cum-short-story comes from Payel. I hope you remember reading the Letter that her mom wrote to her and then a true story that Payel wrote about Why She Can't Wish Her Mom on Mother's Day. 

I love the way Payel writes so beautifully weaving emotions in simple, flowing words. I am sure you all would love her ramblings too.

"Honey" - he says, "Can I have some tea? It's the perfect morning for a bed tea." 
So, I get out of my warm blanket on a cold winter morning and romance my teapot. 
It's shrieking whistles quite matching my own. But I don't whistle.
I'm the woman who lets him sleep 

"Honey" - he says, "Can you pick up the kids? I have to meet a client after work for drinks."
So, I leave my list incomplete and rush out of the supermarket to pick those kids. I rush the car like a maniac. It's burning engine quite like my beating heart. But I don't let it beat.
I'm the woman who lets him sleep.

"Honey" - he says, "Can you come to bed and hold me please? It's been a long day."
So, I leave the dishes half undone and climb in bed, eager to please.
As we move, the bed creaks quite like the aches of my worn out body.
But I don't let it ache.
I'm the woman who lets him sleep.

"Honey" - he says, "I'm not coming home tonight."
So, I stay up all night counting minutes, pretending to believe every word he says.
I carelessly drop a glass on the floor. It's scattered pieces resembling my crushed soul.
But I pick up the pieces and don't let it show.
I'm the woman who lets him sleep.

With another woman, who unlike me, is not wearing her heart on her sleeve.

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Thursday, April 9, 2015

A Woman's Story Of Dealing With Depression and Emotional Abuse

Today I have a tremendously inspiring story for you all.

Gayatri Aptekar of Outside The Kitchen Window shares her story of living with depression and emotional abuse for over 25 years and then emerging out as a winner.

You need to watch the video below to know how she found her way through the turmoil.

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Tuesday, April 7, 2015

A Wrong Number, A Good Kiss and A Great Love: A True Story

Today's post is from Maya who is an hardcore romantic and who has written two stories earlier for you - Our First Meeting and The Gap. His arrival in my unexciting life was purely inadvertent strengthening my conviction- love just happens.
I smile recalling how I first got in touch with him…
I was very friendly with my neighbors next door; would spend evenings there as a daily pilgrimage. With periods on, I wasn’t allowed in kitchen its being a Jain family. Sitting nonchalantly I wondered if we could’ve some fun. The kids suggested me a number of pranks.
I gave in finally to the stupidest one and dialed a random number not knowing of-course that the ‘random’ number was going to be the permanent ‘right’ number in my life.

The momentous evening literally changed my entire life!
‘Hello! Who’s it?’ the voice demanded.
‘Hey it’s me! Don’t you recognize my voice?’ I winked at kids.
‘Yasha? See I’m busy right now. No time for kidding. Talk later.’ he cut me short.
‘Don’t pretend being busy or whatever. You actually don’t care.’
Unable to recognize the female voice yet amused at the intimate tone, the guy on the other end suddenly asked how I was and how was it that I remembered him after ages.
I was a bit mystified as the tables turned.
Not sure what to say, I disconnected.
I dialed the number again after a few days to dig up more joy out of my otherwise lackluster life.
‘Hello! May I know who am I talking to’? I promptly asked.
‘It’s Aditya. Er… ’?
So he was Aditya.
‘Look Aditya this is not fair...’
He grew restless. It’s being his peak business hour he couldn’t drag the empty conversation far. The more he thought about the voice at leisure, the twitchier he got. The voice seemed so welcoming! Who could be that to eat into his mental calm and leave him fidgety?
Early morning back to the office, his heart ached for the call from the unspecified number. It was in the evening again that the long expected call was there. 
‘Hi! Recognize me; no?’
In no mood to be distracted, he demanded me to unveil who I was or not to perturb him any further.
I was flabbergasted.
Even I had used up many laid-back hours fancying how he looked, who he was, should I step ahead or…
‘I…look, I can’t tell you right now. I swear I’ll reveal myself tomorrow or wouldn’t bother you again.’ I blurted out in jumpiness.
‘Hello…?’ I called the next day.
The phone was put on hold for a while.
‘Retreat!’ my mind cautioned.
‘Talk!’ my heart inflexibly acted in response.
‘Hi! I… am Mansi. Actually… I had dialed a ‘hit and miss’ number and...’
You actually dialed a random number AND of all the numbers available it was mine!’
‘We were kind of getting pretty bored you know, thought of some monkey business and…’
‘So grippingly theatrical!’
‘ you mind telling who you are?’ I vacillated.
‘Well … you already know my name and mind it! That’s my real name. Well; there’s nothing special about me.  I’m new here trying to root my business.’ he stated.
‘Can we meet?’, he asked. 
‘The ground of denial?’
‘I said my family restraint….’
He wanted a promise that I’d ring him up soon.
I did daily.
We beautifully got used to each other's voice.
Months slid by.

(Source: Shutterstock)
The moon flickered, vaporized. I was in love with it. Let my fantasy lover be envious. I felt an eccentrically wonderful pull towards its perpetual beauty. At moments it hid somewhere in the lump of darkness. I felt some majestic power in close association with me…had all my mortal queries sorted out.
How nature slipped into various guises! The fog cleared for a moment! A star hung beside the moon and I fancied there stood some dazzling beauty wearing a silver nose-hoop swinging from mouth to ear! Allowing me a chat with my Moon, the fog soon enveloped it again in its arms and it floated away somewhere in the liquidity of the sky.
I recalled our telephonic conversations. I felt at moments the entire wealth of the world had fallen into my lap but at others it made me feel so insecure. I thought things were perfectly under my control and I could retreat whenever required. But then the very next moment I felt events were taking on their own momentum!
I felt helpless.
A shiver of cold ran down my spine. The roof was cold enough so I spread my dupatta beneath and lay there trying to regain my lost self-possession.
Aditya was already there in my heart!
I longed to be his.
I dialed his number.
It was providentially picked up by him.
‘It’s me.’ I whispered. I could hear the soft wheezes of my parents in the adjacent room.
‘It’s the only voice I know today. Why awake?’
Kinda… missing you’, I whispered again. 
‘Was upstairs... it was frosty yet stimulating! I wanna see you’.
It had been an entire year!
We couldn’t savor the day when we didn’t talk.
‘Yeah. It’s been too much!’
‘I should’ve kissed you by now…not even seen you; damn it!’
‘Sound sick. Why not see some doc?’
‘…have been to one. He suggested I see you', I could hear his smile on phone. 
‘Am I supposed to… see patients?’
‘Just one, you understand?’ he was a possessive lover.
‘I’m desperate. Let’s meet.’ he implored.
‘See I have an idea if that suits you. Can I see you on the way to my college?’ I asked not sure he’d agree. I was not so stunning a girl that one would stand on road to get a glimpse of mine.
‘No other option? I mean…more feasible?’ I asked myself before he did.
‘Gosh! You and your childish ideas! Am I…a… Road Romeo? See, this is very irksome! Let’s holdup our meeting until you feel more convinced.’
‘You don’t understand. My parents would create hullabaloo if they sensed I were dating a guy.’
‘God! Why am I giving in? I’m trapped; right?’ he asked with put on annoyance.
‘I feel…trapped too.’ I admitted candidly.
‘How I’ll recognize you?’
‘Mmm... I’ll be wearing a multi coloured dupatta with white churidaar.
‘Perfect then.’
I saw him in the college parking not sure if it was him until confirmed later on phone.
Gosh! He had blue eyes too!

(Source: Pinterest)
Ah! The lovely labyrinth of dreams!
I was badly trapped! An unyielding grip indeed! I felt the willowy manacles of love invisibly all-encompassing. What a feeling! I felt as if my heart had wrenched itself apart and was bent upon moving in the opposite direction to the one laid out by my family discipline.
Could I withdraw now with no brushes on my soul?

Meetings grew; love too.
We met in Ajmer next where I stayed at my brother’s and Aditya…well…it was his home town.
‘Where am I to see you? I don’t know many places here.’
‘Good! You wouldn’t escape my grab as you do.’ he laughed.
The next morning I was waiting for him at the spot he promised to pick me up from.
He came as if from nowhere!
‘Hi!’ I nervously responded.
‘Sit.’ he said, pointing towards his bike.
We couldn’t linger on that awkward way.
‘Hold me closely.’… too excited to notice my mental state.
Yeah!’ I assembled the loose ends of my dupatta.
‘Where’re we going?’
‘As my common sense gathers people bathe in the holy river to absolve of their sins; have Moksha.’
‘Sound knowledge, I must say!’
‘Actually I’ve been there once. I was too young at the time. I just remember the name of the place.’
‘You’re going to remember this place and the meeting for the rest of your life. That’s a promise.’ he beamed kissing my hand as the traffic dispersed.

The air was biting yet we loved it!

The mountains welcomed the lovers with open arms. There were lush green stretches of low land replenishing us with sudden joy. Most of the trees on hillside however wore a deserted look due to cold. Nonetheless the backdrop looked gigantic. The road went zig -zags making me go woozy.

‘Aditya please, don’t look back!! The road is quite hazardous!!’ I panicked. One moment’s slip and it could be an end to our dream; God knew in which hospital!
‘Afraid to die?’
‘… because I want to live my life with you.
‘Trust me…’

The previous track was followed by a desolate path. Not many vehicles passed that way at the moment.
He suddenly braked.
I was flabbergasted.
How foolish to trust him so blindly!
Hadn’t I gone out of the way to please a ‘wrong number guy’?
My mind ran on the highway of questions.
Wild guesses made me shiver.
‘Hey! Why do you look so tense?’
‘I suppose there’s no problem with the bike?’
‘I need a hot kiss to do away with this cold. As simple as that!’
‘What!’ my blood froze.
‘What, what?’ he innocently asked.
‘I mean- a kiss - here?’
A kiss - here.’ 
 ‘Forget the stupid stuff.’ I was firm.
‘See, what a place! Don’t spoil the mood, please???’
‘I…’ I stammered.

My heart thirsted for his touch.
Heart always went wrong.

He took me by my arm and we sat upon a small rock. The rows of cars below floated serpentine. The mountain ridge served as a canopy hiding us from view…two little hearts dancing to the tune of love.

‘Let me feel your heart beat. Why so scared?’ he rested his hand near my heart feeling its thump.
‘Don’t trust me?’ his voice damp with desire.
‘I do trust you but…’ I evaded the thirst in his eyes.
‘But what?’ he read my expressions closely.
‘I don’t trust such moments.’
‘Just a kiss I asked for! I’ve been craving for this moment for ages! We’re here to enjoy; right?’
‘I’m a middle class girl. These forbidden pleasures...’ my mind and heart combated.
‘But I need something to live upon!! I’m a male. I’ve always kept my desire in check; right? I… never asked… did I… ever…?’
‘You didn’t and that’s why I am all yours.’ I pressed his hand, smiling.
He played with my hair, rolling and unrolling it upon his finger. I was enjoying it. His hand touched my neck, softly…very softly. A sigh escaped my lips. He fed upon my eyes. We longed to grab each other. I was, as if under the spell of the blissful moments. 

I wondered if the moments were real or I was leafing through the feverish romantic tales by Mills and Boon that I was so fond of reading behind closed doors.

We were riding again. It was a small but beautiful place with foreigners scattered all around in glamorous costumes and manners free. Women walked bare feet with jeans curled to thighs. Males rode motorcycles bare chested, tattooed on arms.

Sitting behind him on bike was the most pleasant experience I ever had in his company. We relished it almost like the ‘Last Ride Together’. We needed not keep pace with the world. Scenes went past us. It was a nonexistent world we passed by. The mild perfume he used maddened me!
The period of uncertainty was over when we would ask ourselves hundred times a day if we were really in love.
Love story was proceeding fast.

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As in movies after the exotic love scenes the affair is discovered by parents of both the parties involved…
…that was the scene we were in for.

Our case was perhaps more indigestible the origin of love being a wrong call!!!
Frankly speaking, I couldn’t enjoy quixotic songs just before the climax. I dreaded the moment when fathers stormed and mothers threw fits; when lovers were unglued and sad songs replaced the happy ones; when it was a period of pledges, allegations, emotional blackmails and suicide threats on one hand and betrayals, daring on the other.

‘If she marries the guy, she’ll have to walk over by my dead body!’
‘First strangle us to death then marry the boy for whom you have abandoned all sense of decency and family Samskaras.’

Having undergone all such cataclysmic scenes we were granted our dream.
There is no harm in trying 'Sama', ;Dama', 'Dand', 'Bheda'  if you are, by God’s grace, stung by the bug called love.

Few are blessed enough.

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