So... I am glad I waited till today to follow up on the Ramblings post I made. I wanted to do something similar for Raman, and boy did I get inspired last night
For those who haven't read the Ishita one, here it is Ramblings of a baffled mind! (Ishita)
I was in love once with the most wonderful woman in the world
A woman who dazzled me with her sheer beauty
A woman whose altar I laid my existence on
A woman who made me want to defy my own family
A woman who gave me two children, the reason for my being
A woman who always wanted me to be a successful man
Yes, the same one who broke my heart
the one who wasn't content with the love in my heart
the one who did not have enough love in her heart for me
the one who whose waning maternal feelings appalled me even then
the one just wanted me to be a more successful man
I didn't want to be in love any more
Slowly but steadily I gathered the strewn pieces of my life
I had a goal now, I wanted to be the man she was looking for
I wanted to be the epitome of success
I wanted to own the world
I wanted to warn every man about the precariousness of love
No, sir, I didnt want to be in love ever again
Now another woman walked towards me
She wasn't beautiful
She wasnt someone I would look up to, let alone worship
She was here only to take care of my child
She didn't love me and I didn't love her
Like I said, I didn't ever want to be in love again
I saw her yesterday as she walked in, looking the best anyone had ever seen her
But they were all so misguided by her looks
They didn't see her alluring soul like I did
She accosts the man in me
She appeals to that long-lost father in me
She cannot give me any children but is the best mother my child could ever have
She remains unfazed by my success
She is moved when I am better, not richer
She bonds me with my family
She is my family now
I am a fool... I was never in love before
"To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else's heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell."
Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Love in the Time of Cholera