*From & To Sathish* - Thread 4 - Page 112

These are some of my all-time favourite songs sung by my all-time favourite singer, SHRI Shri Kishore Kumar.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T6w9i8Sq-K0

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8-HnmVg0-O8

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BOLYNw3x1lE

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aFxEmdEtBN0

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IsKN8iylATk

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IhrxtwBzrI4

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=atE-FNZnJNA

Unknown and Nameless-7

Pallavi had no clue as to why Ashok had chosen, the Kilpauk Cemetery for Christians of all the places to meet with her and now intrigued by the cryptic message and curious to find out why and what the reasons were for the chosen location, she stopped at a bouquet shop and picked up a bunch of white roses as an afterthought.

From the little time she had spent with him, she knew that he was a kind and gentle soul and yet her soul had warned her that there was something missing, something wrong about him, but not the scary or dangerous kind of wrong and so holding the bouquet of roses she got out of her car and saw him standing there near the gate holding something in his hand. A single flower. A solitary white rose.

Both walked towards each other and all her fears of him flew away the moment he stopped a few feet away from her and said, ' Good morning. I am sorry if meeting me has kept you away from something important.Please forgive me.'

' Ashok, I had nothing on my plate today and to be frank have had nothing to do from the time my son went away to Oxford for higher studies. That makes it nearly two years now since I have been home alone.'

' Again, I apologize if my message spooked you. On hindsight, I should have framed it better.'

She looked into his eyes and saw his open smile reflect in them like his open soul and in turn reflected her thoughts, ' Your message would have certainly spooked me if you had asked me to meet you in some hotel room or resort or someone else's place and I am sorry if it hurts you, but I wouldn't have made it.'

' I know that and just so that you know it, I would never ask you to meet me in some strange place and also that thought has never crossed my mind.'

Pallavi looked at him and wanted to ask him what came to her mind, but she pushed it away and instead asked him,' what are we doing here?'

He looked at her, ' Today makes it one year since a person I knew very well passed away.'

Pointing to the cemetery, ' she lies waiting there.'

He looked at the single white rose for a moment and then looked at her, ' this place scares me. I am alone and I had no one else to turn to for I don't know anybody else but you.'

Pallavi felt touched, and deeply moved by his words and she gently reached out and touched his shoulder and said, ' I am glad you called, and I am glad that you trusted me enough to call and ask me to stand by your side.'

' Thank you, Pallavi. Come, let's go meet her.'

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y40hzkgRXgk

Unknown and Nameless-8

The tall tree provided them with a cover of a green canopy and shielded the earth from the gaze and the rays of the raging sun. It was quiet, peaceful and the gloom that she had felt upon hearing Ashok's words now slowly dulled to a feeling of melancholy and that too soon began to vanish she felt a strange peace fill her many voids that had been plaguing her mind and soul.

' Ashok, I am sorry if my words sound out of place but this does not feel like a cemetery at all but feels more like some nature reserve that is preserving an oasis of silence and peace from the outside world.'

Pallavi's eyes ran all over the place for the dead and she remarked, ' At least these souls lie in peace and for an eternity.'

After walking on the path that led from the gate and in a straight direction for a few minutes, Ashok glanced at her and turned right and stopped beneath a huge neem tree that was surrounded by many trees called the "Flame of the forest" and to Pallavi's eyes, the tree with red flowers resembled a permanent shamiana over whoever was buried there.

A man stood waiting for them there and after taking the 500 rupees note that Ashok gave him, he bent his head in respect and gratitude and went away leaving them to their grief and solitude.

The grave was a simple but elegant affair in shiny black granite and a solitary angel stood guard over the resting place with a small baby in its arms and Pallavi could see that the angel's wings were spread open and ready to lift off.

In bright Gold Enamel, that had yet to be dulled and ruined by the forces of nature, like rain, air, and heat, Pallavi saw the name " Catherine Ashok" shining brightly and saw the date 1980-2019 and looked at Ashok with shock, ' this is your wife.'

' Husband and Wife by souls, but not legally.'

Pallavi stood gaping at him and not knowing what to say or how to react, she placed the bouquet of white roses on the grave of Catherine and whispered a prayer and asked God to grant her eternal peace.

Ashok looked at her and then offered the single white rose to Pallavi, ' Thank you. This is for you from both me and Catherine.'

He slowly sat down on an old grave next to Catherine's grave and patted the place next to him and said, ' Sit down, Pallavi. We are going to be here for some time talking and maybe it is best that you sit down and make yourself comfortable.'

Pallavi sat down and joked, ' Weird place to be talking and I really hope this person under our bums does not get too aggravated and decides to take action against us.'

Ashok smiled, 'God, I hope not for it will take a hell of a lot digging and energy for this old man lying here to dig himself out and come after us.'

Pallavi looked at the faded name on the gravestone and said, ' you are right. This gentleman named Thomas lived to a ripe old age of 92 and died in the year 1962.'

She threw up her hands and exclaimed loudly, ' that means he was born in the year 1870. Imagine that Ashok. Do you realize that this person lived through both the world wars and lived in the same time as Gandhi, Nehru, Swami Vivekananda and so many great souls did.'

She quickly got up and removing a few roses from the bouquet that had been laid for Catherine, looked at Ashok with a guilty expression in her face.

' Don't feel guilty, Pallavi and if you had known Catherine, then you will know that she would have asked you to take all the flowers and lay it upon the many forgotten graves that are not tended anymore.'

Pallavi placed the roses and said, ' Thomas sir, I hope you are in a better place than here and than us.'

She sat next to Ashok, their bodies touching and for Pallavi, it was a strange experience to be sitting next to a man and one who was not her husband. She did not have many male friends and the few she knew were her friends husbands and the other that she and Devan met during their Rotary club parties.

Both sat in silence and contemplation and then Pallavi gingerly spoke her mind, ' Both of us know that you could have done this by yourself and come to think of it, I think you will be pretty cool by yourself even if you are the only person or animal alive on this planet. Am I right, Ashok?'

' You are right and wrong, Pallavi. Right in your judgement for this moment but wrong when it comes to who I was the last year. For, last year, Catherine was a big part of my life and plans.'

' Okay. But what am I doing here, Ashok?'

' To talk, Pallavi and to talk in peace and quiet and in the context of this ambience.'

She looked at him, ' talk about what?'

' why are you sad? why do you feel something is lost in your marriage? and talk about what you are unable to talk with anybody else? But I am here now as your friend and confidante and maybe I can be of some help.'

She looked away to hide the tears that appeared like dewdrops on roses and said sarcastically, ' so says the confidante who says nothing about himself or who this lady is that lies buried here?'

He gave her a handkerchief that was pure white and soft to the touch, ' See that. you are smart, quick-witted, aware and endowed with so much strength and yet you get yourself drunk every night.'

A gentle gust parted a branch and the sun used this brief moment to shine his light on both of them and in the darkness of the tree's canopy, the light appeared to Pallavi as a sign from the heavens and that an angel had been sent to rescue her.

Abstract

And I stood gazing at the sea

which was calm and tranquil

while my soul felt like a tsunami had just struck it

many thoughts, many notions and many plans

were being tossed up and juggled by my

tempestuous soul

bigger waves kept crashing again and again

and like the rocks on the oceans

being broken down weathered away

I felt this constant withering away

of my spirit and essence

Many a time, I feel breathless

claustrophobic of what was, what is and what will be

the past, the present and the future

and yet time seems to be standing still

and I feel like the ship stuck in the doldrums

stagnating, sinking

Then, I did what I always do

and brought my hands together and held them close

my right palm touched my left palm

and whispered ' We meet again'

and I closed my eyes

and prayed

I prayed my whispers to the sea

I prayed my wails and complaints

to the ocean and continent crossing air

I prayed I mumbled, I murmured

and the clouds parted and the sun broke free

and set me free, at least for the moment

Vaanathai Pola 147

“You are most powerful when you are silent. People never expect silence. They expect words, motion, defence, offence, back and forth. They expect to leap into the fray. They are ready, fists up, words hanging leaping from their mouths. Silence? No.” ― Alison McGhee, All Rivers Flow To The Sea

Source-a place, person, or thing from which something originates or can be obtained.

Everything has a source and everyone has a beginning. I came from my parents and my parents came from their parents and so on and so forth and that is the same for you and all lives. Even a single cell organism splits itself in a process called binary-fission to reproduce and procreate.

The mightiest of the rivers start their journey down to the seas and oceans from drops that melted from glaciers or drops of rain on mountains and elevated regions and roar down to thunder and voyage towards the oceans from where their journey began.

An average human being is made up of 30 trillion cells and of nearly 200 different types and just imagine all that started their voyage from one single cell organism many Billion years ago.

Everything has a start, a beginning and a purpose.

Shinogai looked at Girija, ' Girima, every action has a motive and a person behind it, regardless however senseless it may be or sound. By their very actions of attacking Radhu, the person has left a path, a door open, a thread and even if it is as thin and delicate as a spiders silk, he will follow it for that is his forte and god-given talent.'

' I am just a doctor, an old widow and all my life I have lived by codes and virtues and that is why I became a doctor to begin with.'

Pointing to the Brigadier, ' When Raja decided to join the army, I was the first one to protest and raise hell before my parents and the only reason for my protest was that he would be taught how to fight and how to kill and that he would kill someone, one day.'

She looked at Shinogai, ' A sister who is a famous doctor and who operates on people's hearts and saves their lives and a brother who is trained to kill and now, you, my sister-in-law and my nephew.'

' Girima, as a doctor, you began your service, by swearing the Hippocratic oath. But, as a woman, as an adult what were your goals and what were your codes and virtues that you set for yourself ?'

Girija a bit bewildered by this question, ' I am sorry but what does this question even mean?'

' very simple. You swore an oath as a doctor but what did you swear by as an adult human being?'

' to be good and do good and help others when it is possible.'

' To what extent will you go to help and protect others, Girima?'

Girija Padmanabhan began to realize where the words were leading up to but Shinogai did not stop and pushed her point further.

' What will you do and how far are you willing to go to protect your brother's life?'

' Anything and everything.'

' Radhu will do the same to protect his father, his aunt and his mother and everyone else who is not even related to him but who ask it of him?'

She smiled, ' isn't that a more noble and honourable oath than that of the oath you doctor's take. Isn't a soldiers oath to his country and its citizens more pure and worthy than that of a doctors oath?'

Shinogai walked up to the bed and taking Rajashekar's hand in hers, looked at it and said, ' sometimes you have to take lives to protect other lives to protect and defend other innocent lives and in a warrior's mind, it is a worthy cause'

She gently kissed Rajashekar's hand and said, ' they are heroes and they are ready and willing to lay down their lives to protect other lives, yours and mine and others.'

Shinogai looked at Dr.Girija Padmanabhan, ' That is how, me and Raja met back in 1985, during the height of the Soviet-Afghan War, and how we fell in love with the peaks of the Himalayan range as our witnesses.'

She slowly brushed the hair that had fallen on his forehead and said, ' Raja told me that the God he worshipped, Lord Shiva from his abode in Mt.Kailash was the one who brought us together.'

She turned with a smile on her lips and tears in her eyes, ' He stood alone and singlehandedly protected me and my family members and helped us to safety.'

Wiping her tears, ' that is a long story and for another day. But right now is the time to prepare and be ready for what is surely going to come after our family.'

Girija looked at her, ' what? We are in a hospital, Shinogai? what or who can harm us here?'

' someone did and because of that person's actions, our Raja now lies in a coma and our son was attacked. Do you deny that fact?'

“There are many greedy and clever human animals in this world, but few human beings. Authentic human beings are so rare that I would even go so far as to say that we do not live in a truly human world.”― Jean-Yves Leloup

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“True love stands by each other’s side on good days and stands closer on bad days.” – Unknown

Pallavi looked at Ashok, ' we have known each other for only for a little time and yet here you are assuming that I am not happy in my marriage and also expect me to answer your questions about my personal life.'

She bit her lower lip and lifting her eyebrows, ' why does it matter, what is going on in my married life?'

Ashok looked at her and smiled lovingly, ' Is friendship defined only by the amount of time that people have known each other? Are, happiness and peace only defined by the number of years in a person's life?'

Seeing her struggling for a reply, Ashok continued, ' I care about you. You walked across the bar and came to my table and sat down with me and I know how much it must have taken out of you to do that and I respect that and also the trust you have placed in me. Now, you are sitting by my side and next to the grave of someone dear to me and we are talking and sharing thoughts as good friends do. Don't you think that is special and needs to be cherished? I do.'

Pallavi kicked the ground and cursed, ' F..k, you really have a talent for talking and talking right. Where did you learn how to talk like this?'

' I have always been like this' and placing his hand on his heart, 'and I always speak from here, Pallavi. For the heart knows best and the heart may cheat but will never lie.'

A tiny green leaf floated down and fell on the grave and both of them stared at it for the leaf was in the perfect shape of a heart.

' You wanted to know about me and Catherine. Catherine passed away due to lung cancer. It came unannounced, and we knew about it only in the final stage.'

Ashok's voice began to choke and Pallavi saw with fascination as his eye gave birth to a diamond-like teardrop that slowly stood captive among his eyelashes and then broke free and raced down to join the earth from where it had begun its life.

She slowly reached out and wiped his eyes and asked, ' did you try Chemo and those radical and experimental treatments that are talked about by those famous pharma companies.'

' I have close friends in many of those companies, but...'

' But what Ashok?'

' Catherine did not want to go through any of those treatments and right until the end she bravely bore all the pain with a smile before she leaving me.'

' I am so sorry Ashok but surely she could have made use of palliative care and spared herself the pain that she experienced. She could have at least died in peace.'

Ashok nodded, ' I know Pallavi but for some strange reason, her God, Jesus really had it in for her and put her through one of the most painful tests that a mortal can endure. In fact, just a day before she died, she said it is the same experience that Christ himself had to go before he died on the cross.'

' I am sorry Ashok but don't you think that you could have taken charge of her and forced her to take painkillers and thus spare her all the pain she had to suffer before dying.'

' As I mentioned before, there was a reason for her not taking the painkillers.'

He looked at her sadly and now the tears came, slowly, steadily and Pallavi watched as a few magically bounced of his jeans and splattered on Catherine's grave and shimmered like black pearls on the black polished granite.

' What was the reason? What stopped her from taking the painkillers?'

He looked at her, ' She was two months pregnant when they diagnosed her with cancer?'

Pallavi's mouth and eyes opened in shock and she whispered in a horrified voice, ' OMG! that is so fu.k..g cruel of God, Ashok. S..t man, I am so sorry to hear this.'

Pallavi looked at the angel headstone with its wings wide open and with a baby in its arms and realized the reason for it being there and guarding the grave of Catherine.

' So, the reason for her not taking the painkillers and palliative care was because she was pregnant.'

' Yes, Pallavi and she decided that she would fight with cancer and at least get her baby removed before she died.'

He reached for the leaf that had fallen on the grave, ' stupid woman. She read somewhere, that the record for a prematurely born baby was 21 weeks, although the chance of it surviving is very slim. But, those chances go up to 70 per cent when the baby crosses 24 weeks. So, she fought and fought and failed in her 22nd week. Sadly, our baby too had died and when it died, only she must have known and sensed and given up her will to survive.'

She threw her arm around him and whispered, ' and here you are, questioning me about my life when your life is such a tragedy.'

' My life was and remains a tragedy but yours is not, Pallavi.'

She looked at him, ' so by helping me, you think you will find salvation.'

' Salvation and Redemption, Pallavi. More than for me, for her and our unborn child.'

“When someone you love dies, you are given the gift of "second chances". Their eulogy is a reminder that the living can turn their lives around at any point. You’re not bound by the past; that is who you used to be. You’re reminded that your feelings are not who you are, but how you felt at that moment. Your bad choices defined you yesterday, but they are not who you are today. Your future doesn’t have to travel the same path with the same people. You can start over. You don’t have to apologize to people that won’t listen. You don’t have to justify your feelings or actions, during a difficult time in your life. You don’t have to put up with people that are insecure and want you to fail. All you have to do is walk forward with a positive outlook, and trust that God has a plan that is greater than the sorrow you left behind. The people of quality that were meant to be in your life won’t need you to explain the beauty of your heart. They already understand what being human is----a roller coaster ride of emotions during rainstorms and sunshine, sprinkled with moments when you can almost reach the stars.”

― Shannon L. Alder

A beautiful quote

Sorry means you feel the pulse of other people's pain as well as your own, and saying it means you take a share of it. And so it binds us together, makes us trodden and sodden as one another. Sorry is a lot of things. It's a hole refilled. A debt repaid. Sorry is the wake of misdeed. It's the crippling ripple of consequence. Sorry is sadness, just as knowing is sadness. Sorry is sometimes self-pity. But Sorry, really, is not about you. It's theirs to take or leave.

Sorry means you leave yourself open, to embrace or to ridicule or to revenge. Sorry is a question that begs forgiveness, because the metronome of a good heart won't settle until things are set right and true. Sorry doesn't take things back, but it pushes things forward. It bridges the gap. Sorry is a sacrament. It's an offering. A gift.” ― Craig Silvey, Jasper Jones

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OOgpT5rEKIU

Alanis Morissette - Thank U (Official Video)

How 'bout getting off of these antibiotics?

How 'bout stopping eating when I'm full up?

How 'bout them transparent dangling carrots?

How 'bout that ever elusive kudo?

Thank you India

Thank you terror

Thank you disillusionment

Thank you frailty

Thank you consequence

Thank you thank you silence

How 'bout me not blaming you for everything?

How 'bout me enjoying the moment for once?

How 'bout how good it feels to finally forgive you?

How 'bout grieving it all one at a time?

Thank you India

Thank you terror

Thank you disillusionment

Thank you frailty

Thank you consequence

Thank you thank you silence

The moment I let go of it was the moment

I got more than I could handle

The moment I jumped off of it

Was the moment I touched down

How 'bout no longer being masochistic?

How 'bout remembering your divinity?

How 'bout unabashedly bawling your eyes out?

How 'bout not equating death with stopping?

Thank you India

Thank you providence

Thank you disillusionment

Thank you nothingness

Thank you clarity

Thank you, thank you silence

Unknown and Nameless-10

Pallavi thought, felt her soul aloud and said, ' I am surprised by myself and at my own capacity to talk such personal stuff and that too with you, Ashok.'

She looked at him, ' why do you think that is?'

' what is?'

' That I am able to sit next to you without feeling threatened physically or emotionally and carry on a conversation without any inhibitions.'

' What about your husband, Mr.Devan. Don't you talk to him Pallavi?'

' We used to but not anymore. Now it is just the usual stuff about the house, his work, the club and our son.'

Ashok looked at her, ' what more is there to talk about?'

She turned and tried reading his eyes to see if he was pulling her leg and pointed to both of them, ' this, like what we are doing right now. Talking like two friends and without trying to outdo or outgun each other.'

' Why, does your husband try to dominate you with his success and personality?'

' No way. Not Devan. He is too kind, and humble a person to do that to anyone, leave alone me. He would never do try to show off his achievements and if I have to find a fault in him, then it must be his easy way as I describe his mindset.'

' Easy way? what is that?'

' He looks at everything in a simple way and tries to work out how to finish a job in an easy way and with the least problems to all concerned.'

She brushed the few locks that fell over her face and said, ' The problem is that he uses this same mantra for everything in his life.'

Ashok looked at her as if she was some weird creature and that had just dropped through the gateway that lay between heaven and earth and had plonked itself next to him and shook his head and said, ' I thought that the universal code for happiness is to keep it simple and to keep it beautiful.'

' I know Ashok and it was all okay and good going until my son got going to Oxford and now I have nothing to do but just stare at the walls. I tried doing that for a few weeks and nearly went mad with depression and then, luckily, some of my rotary club friends pulled me into their circle and somehow I have since then managed to while away my time and somehow pass each day without climbing the walls or being committed to the loony bin.'

He looked at her and turned away without saying what came to his mind and she elbowed him, ' Come on, now. don't be shy and just say it. say what it is you were about to say before turning away.'

' No. let it go Pallavi for it is not my business what you do with your time and life?'

' what? how dare you say something so mean?' and pointing to the roses, and the cemetery, she waved her hands, ' what do you think I am doing right now, sitting next to a grave among other graves? we are talking. We are sharing. So, stop standing on formalities, and your new-found decorum, and just say it, so that I will know what you were thinking.'

He smiled, ' okay. I was just thinking as to what you did in college and how you were back in school?'

Her face brightened up immediately, ' I had a great school life and even greater college life. I did my Economics in Stella's and then just when I was thinking about joining NIFT, Chennai, I got hitched to Devan and 20 years have passed since then.'

' NIFT, Chennai?'

' Yup. I know, Ashok. But, I have always been good with clothes and colours and matching stuff. My dream was to set up my own clothing store and sell my own stuff. Even now, some of my college mates call me up to go shopping with them and I do so and derive great pleasure from those outings.'

' So, what is stopping you from doing that now?'

Then Ashok followed that question with another question, ' Have you ever spoken about this talent and passion of yours to your husband?'

She shook her head and sighed, ' Never and it is twenty years too late for that now.'

' Pallavi, you are in your mid-forties now and imagine you will live into your eighties.'

She turned to him and he finished the sentence, ' what will you do until then? waste it by staring at the walls and drinking and exist like a zombie.'

She snapped back at him angrily, ' like what you are doing with your life, you mean?'

' Pallavi, don't change the subject and object of this conversation and just answer my question and just in case you want to know, I do have plans and I have already embarked upon them.'

She looked at him, searchingly, ' what plans?'

' I will tell you about them once we finish up with you.'

She scoffed sarcastically, ' of course you have plans for you look like an highly educated guy while I am just a glorious housewife and currently a non-existent mother with nothing to go on but a 20-year-old degree and a childish passion for colours.'

Ashok did something that was off the cuff and not the norm for him and she watched as he took both her arms and kissed their palms and looking at her said in a sad voice, ' we have such little time. We are given such little time to exist and do that with a sense of belonging, purpose and to do all that with joy.'

Slowly letting go of her hands he stared hard at Catherine's grave and said, ' In that little time we are given, we are also meant to share it and our joy with others like us and who have even more little time than us.'

Turning to her, ' tell me, Pallavi, how many chances do you give a good friend of yours before they really f..k up and use up all their chances and when do you turn your back on them for good and wash your hands of them forever.'

She looked at him with a strange expression and a strange light of understanding in her eyes and whispered softly, ' I know we are speaking in a metaphoric way and that we are speaking about me and my needs.'

' Just answer my question and literally, and we will come to the metaphoric, a little later.'

' Many of my friends have knowingly and unknowingly betrayed me in small and big ways but I have never turned my back on them and will never do that.'

She looked at him with a smile, ' Are you trying to say that I have turned away from my own self?'

Ashok nodded, ' yes and no. You have turned on yourself but importantly you have turned your back on Mr.Mahadevan your husband.'

The moment he said it, Pallavi started crying and Ashok gently pulled her to him and held her gently and with Catherine as their witness among other old and new dead witnesses, they sat together in solace and in silence.'

The moment one understands that just like he or she, the others have their one souls, thoughts, dreams and needs, that person is ready to be a partner and have a partner.

They teach us about everything in school and college. But they bloody well don't teach how to kiss or treat the one you love.

They don't tell you what to do or how to do it during the first night and ask the most important question, ' Are you okay. are you ready? can I?'

Man will be a man, and a woman will be a woman, and just imagine how wonderful a relationship would be when man learns from the woman and the woman learns from the man.

I often ask my wife, ' Are you happy? Is there any way I can make your life better?'

Well, you guessed her reply, ' just leave me alone and stop bugging me.'

I am kidding. Honestly.

Sometimes, just giving space to breathe and exist is all that a partner wants without being made to feel claustrophobic.

I tell my wife, ' babe, God has given me two hands and one is enough for me and the other one is here whenever you want to take it.'

Damn, God for if only he had given us two hearts then it would all be fine and life would be more peaceful.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-rmOyj-jnxw

Dreamer Durai and Practical Priya

They made love and it was a good one for both of them and both murmured their pleasure.. He rolled off her satisfied and declared, ' I wish I could die this very moment.'

She asked, ' why, was the experience that bad that you want to die right now?'

' Come on, babe, I meant it in a good way for I feel like I am in heaven.'

She mumbled something and he caught a gist of it and looked at her and said, ' Hey, I heard that.'

' Heard what?'

' Something Selfish b...'

She looked at him angrily, ' Not something, selfish. let me say it again and loud and clear, Selfish Bas..rd.'

' Why would you spit such poison at me and at this beautiful moment?'

She mimicked his voice perfectly, ' Why the f..k would you say that you wanted to die right this moment?'

' Because, I was so happy with our lovemaking, that's why.'

' Have you thought about what will happen after you die?'

He stared at her and she stared hard at him, ' if you die, then imagine what all I have to do before calling the ambulance. I will have to get you dressed up so that no one will see you naked and no one will know that we had just done it and also not assume that I banged you to your death.'

He sighed and declared, ' God babe, you are so crude and mean. I was just expressing my love for you.'

She pounced on his words, ' yeah right. Leaving me behind while you whiz off to hell or heaven while I have to look after the kids and fend for myself. What do you think that will be like?'

She got up from the bed and asked him, ' while I wash up, why don't you wallow here and imagine what it will be like if I happened to die this very moment. Who will cook for you? who will tend to the house and our children and whose shoulder will you cry on like a baby?'

' Babe, I was just being poetic with my emotions.'

' I know where you can shove your emotions and poems up and deep?'

His name is Dreamer Durai and her name is Practical Priya.

Welcome to the games between the sheets, outside the sheets and inside a home.

“According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate parts, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves.”

https://elligold.com/the-myth-of-soulmates/

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p-q3ZT-zCz8