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It was all over. Everything. Right before my eyes- I could not do a thing. It hurt, it hurt a lot more than anything ever had. It hurt more than when I realized I would never see my Ma and Di again, it hurt more than when the kids at school would make fun of my glasses and stuttering, it hurt more than when Papa would compare me to Di. I almost wished I could go on not believing it. But, how could I when my own husband had revealed everything to me himself? That it was a game, a joke, a natak he had done to get my sister. He laughed in my face and called me a fool for thinking anyone, especially someone like him, would want me. He told me how much it bothered him to call me endearing names and hold me. He unveiled all the ploys he made to humiliate me yet I had no reaction. I stood in silence. Everyone had been right. People say the truth is always bitter. I never saw it that way. All the truths in my life had been pleasant, had been sweet. From finding my Ma and Di to coming to India, it had all been beautiful. But, now, now I saw it like everyone else did. I saw the bitterness of truth, the bitterness of life.
One would imagine I would run to my Di and Jiju and beg for forgiveness, that I would want to leave this marriage. But I couldn't. What would I say? The truth was, despite the attempts they had made to save my future, I had walked headfirst into disaster. It was all my fault. I had laid my bed and now I would sleep in it. What an irony though considering my husband had relegated me to sleeping on the floor.
I looked at him. He was sleeping calmly in bed. There was no trace of the cruelty I had seen just hours ago. And that's when the tears cascaded. I wasn't crying because of what had happened. Trust me, it was terrible and it hurt but that wasn't the reason behind my tears. I was crying because I still loved him, I still loved him with no hope. Would he care that I loved him? I don't think so. But, isn't that what life is? Bitter and unrelenting.
Trembling, I stood up and walked over to him. I decided that I would live, I would live between the water of my tears and fire of my love.
So, I can't really write but I was avoiding doing my math homework and daydreamed this scenario and started typing. It's when Mahi realizes Yuvraj's truth. It's meh. I'll probably edit it later.
- Meg
One would imagine I would run to my Di and Jiju and beg for forgiveness, that I would want to leave this marriage. But I couldn't. What would I say? The truth was, despite the attempts they had made to save my future, I had walked headfirst into disaster. It was all my fault. I had laid my bed and now I would sleep in it. What an irony though considering my husband had relegated me to sleeping on the floor.
I looked at him. He was sleeping calmly in bed. There was no trace of the cruelty I had seen just hours ago. And that's when the tears cascaded. I wasn't crying because of what had happened. Trust me, it was terrible and it hurt but that wasn't the reason behind my tears. I was crying because I still loved him, I still loved him with no hope. Would he care that I loved him? I don't think so. But, isn't that what life is? Bitter and unrelenting.
Trembling, I stood up and walked over to him. I decided that I would live, I would live between the water of my tears and fire of my love.
So, I can't really write but I was avoiding doing my math homework and daydreamed this scenario and started typing. It's when Mahi realizes Yuvraj's truth. It's meh. I'll probably edit it later.
- Meg
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