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A Tale of Two Eyes
"...ek alag tareh ki sachai thi unme, ek alag tareh ki imandari...
lekin kahein dard bhi tha.
Aur main woh dard baatna chahti hoon..."
-Kumud Sundri, Saraswatichandra
I never thought the day would come where I wouldn't be able to meet my mother's eyes.
I had promised her to always listen to my father, and how could I even dare to break a promise that signified her undying trust in me.
But I refuse to live the life she lead--one without mutual understanding, love, and at the least respect. Especially when she of all, deserved much better.
With the sights I've seen with these two eyes simply do not allow me to comply to this proposal.
When a child sees his father ridicule and scorn his mother, he knows not to make the same mistakes his parents, or rather mother did.
When a son sees his father forget about the death of his wife, his mother in a matter of days, he understands the importance of understanding in a relationship.
When a boy sees the same father eagerly remarry before his mother's ashes have even reached salvation, he understands the importance love in a relationship.
And when a man, sees the father that once held his little hand promising to guide him though life despise of him for everything he stood for, he understands the necessity of respect in a relationship.
I refuse to let another soul live through a nightmare like this and I refuse to endure its pain myself.
With what these eyes have seen, with the pain the tragedies they had witnessed forever engraved in my soul, forgive me mother, but I simply. Cannot. Accept.
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His eyes spoke to me.
As cliched as this sounded it was true.
I didn't know him but for some reason, those eyes made me feel like I belonged to him, it was my destiny to share the grief those eyes expressed, to feel the emotions that shaped them to such perfection.
I felt as though I could spend hours looking at those eyes. I could read them as if they were a novel, and each time I'd look I'd find a different story. I could talk to them as if I knew their owner, they'd make me feel like I belonged, like all of this was meant to happen, as if it was supposed to happen.
They were the most expressive eyes I could have ever imagined, literally, and I was dying to know why they were the way they were.
His eyes were like a mirror, I know I don't know him but his eyes seemed to be the purest of all reflections I had ever seen, the purest reflection of a soul.
What could be tale behind those two eyes?
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-Shweta
Pati Patni Aur Panga
Jaane Anjaane Hum Mile
Tum Se Tum Tak
Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi 2
Mannat Har Khushi Paane Ki
Vasudha
