Love hurts...

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was my love so shallow that it was overshadowed by my anger?
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Awesome! You rendered me speechless by this glimpse into Maan's heart. Her rejection has indeed stung him very hard for he loves her so much, too much in my opinion. His happiness is in every smile that lights her face, and his despair in every tear that drops from her eyes. He was with her in every moment that she couldn't face alone. Her pain was and still is always his pain. His silence often spoke volumes about what she really means to him. His anger is born out of the injustice done to her, a crime that any amount of remorse or pardon can never justify. He understands that he hurt her through his words, but he never expected her to reject him outright, and declare that he lost her. She is his life, his breath, his soul. How can he survive without her? He walked like a living dead today, and his pain just pierced my heart. Soon, I think the grief will give over to a strong resolution of winning her back. Whatever hurdles he may have to face, he will not retreat until he makes her fall in love with him all over again. That is what his love will make him do, and when that happens he would have proved once and for all how strong his love for her really is.

I could not understand how their love could be burnt by his anger especially when it is a righteous anger against the person who perpetrated the crime on her, and when she herself anticipated that anger when he learns about her forgiving Dev. I don't understand such love and I still cannot connect to her. I wonder whether she really understands love, not an infatuation or attraction kind of love, but the selfless, unconditional love that I have so often experienced through Maan. I still don't understand what she expects from life. Does she want to spurn love and lead a lonely barren life for the rest of her days? No amount of living with your extended family can fill in and soothe the empty existence that she has to face for the rest of her life? Her ego and stubbornness would win, but in the process she would lose herself. She would merely exist instead of live. What use is ego or self-respect or whatever it is called if such barren existence is the only reward? Relationships are meant to be worked at, not to be broken the way she did. She could have punished him through her silence and her disinterested demeanor. Rest of the K household would have supported her in it. He would have sooner or later realized his mistake. I just can not digest her running away from home without a definite direction, thus breaking her marriage forever, and refusing to return home or reject outright the advances of her remorseful husband as if he were no more than dirt on the road. A true friend or lover always puts the other above themselves, and they would not back away from making their friend / lover to realize their mistakes because in the end they want to help them become a better person. She has done neither, instead she wallows in her own pain, and blindly refuses to see that of her spouse. To me, she has failed as a friend and a lover, even if she may have succeeded in being a modern woman who is strong enough to walk away from a man (who hurt her with mere words) out of self-respect. Maybe my words will anger some hard-core Geet lovers. But, it is what I feel and I had to share it with my friends, and hope you will respect this much that I have a right to express my views.

Dol, My Dost! What expressions you have used to explain his heart. Love you for that. Take a standing ovation from me for allowing me to see into his heart and feel his pain.

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Following sentences resonate with me a lot. They touch somewhere deep in the heart. Thanks for this wonderful post.

My feelings are so deep that maybe her heart's eyes cannot see that far inside my heart. If only she could tear my heart, she would find only her image, if only she could look beyond my anger clad eyes, she would find only her reflection.

My heart aches to learn she holds such low opinion of me....does she not know me at all?

But there must be something lacking in me that all she could gather were my harsh words. There must be something I must have done to make her go away...away from her home, away from me, away from my love. Was my love that hurtful? Did she not see my bleeding heart when she walked away from me? She told me she will never come back to me. Does she have that strong a heart to live away from me? She may...but I don't. I don't have the heart to stay away from her....for I must see her face first thing in the morning, for I must hear the same birds chirping as she does, for I must feel the same wind on my face that touched her......forever and ever....till the day I die. I'm too proud to lose her...and I must make her see beyond my harsh words. And even if I have to take the test of life, I will...

Awesome

Originally posted by: dolphinUSA

Dated: April 5th, 2011

Dear Diary,

I know it has been long since I wrote to you, but today I have no one else to talk to, no one to share my pain with, no one wants to listen to me. And so it is with a heavy heart that I write to you...hoping I won't be judged by you at least.

As I write to you, sitting here all by myself, I can only think about one thing - was my love so shallow that it was overshadowed by my anger?

I think I know the answer although I don't believe it to be true. My heart knows how much I have loved her, respected her, believed in her. My feelings are so deep that maybe her heart's eyes cannot see that far inside my heart. If only she could tear my heart, she would find only her image, if only she could look beyond my anger clad eyes, she would find only her reflection. The higher powers know I have nothing but love and respect for her. And only they know I did not intend to hurt her as she seems to believe. My heart aches to learn she holds such low opinion of me....does she not know me at all?

But there must be something lacking in me that all she could gather were my harsh words. There must be something I must have done to make her go away...away from her home, away from me, away from my love. Was my love that hurtful? Did she not see my bleeding heart when she walked away from me? She told me she will never come back to me. Does she have that strong a heart to live away from me? She may...but I don't. I don't have the heart to stay away from her....for I must see her face first thing in the morning, for I must hear the same birds chirping as she does, for I must feel the same wind on my face that touched her......forever and ever....till the day I die. I'm too proud to lose her...and I must make her see beyond my harsh words. And even if I have to take the test of life, I will...

Last time I made a promise to you that I will make her mine...and mine she is. This time, I promise you that she....Mrs. Maan Singh Khurana... will come running into my arms with a promise never to leave me again. And I shall see to it that it is fulfilled...

Your writing has made me cry too. You have depicted Maan's suffering and pain so well that one can sense and feel it while reading. Super job. I always thought that Geet has made a big mistake by leaving her home and her husband who loves her beyond imagination. I feel, Geet has failed as a lover, wife, friend and always has been selfish about what she feels only and does not make attempt to understand how Maan feels.