Conflicting Love.

Things get really complicated if you read. I mean you start comparing and wanting those characters to come to life! For me , being a  bibliophile, I would want an ” AGUSTUS WATERS” to appear magically out of the blues and say ” It will be a pleasure getting my heart broken by you” . Or if you don’t read but you do follow up soap operas like “FRIENDS” then all you wish for is YOUR Chandler Bing to appear in the coffee house that you often visit, waiting to become friends then best friends and finally lovers. Unfortunately life is not a fairytale and prince charming don’t appear wearing an Armour to protect you from this savage world.

Living in the era where love is often replaced by lust and warm kisses are turning into a one time hook up culture, it is deadly to be an old school romantic.


Is it too much to seek a friend in a lover ?

To want to go crazy in their presence and not to be judged once.

To wear pajamas, sweatshirts or a beautiful evening gown and each time he has an honest love filled remark for you. Be it “you look awful” ( but full of giggles, followed by tight hugs and cheek kisses. Making you know that you are still adored.)  Or ” Damn , seeing you in that just takes my breath away ” ( with a lot more of love in his voice than lust, with a notation of him being proud of the human that you are  individually before you are his or anybody else’s) 

To stand by your love against all foolish convictions that the society has to put up. ” That girl has too many boys hovering around her – must be a slut”, ” that boy smokes, what values was he brought up with” or even better ” She wears short cloths, she must have no character what so ever”. To stand by your love against them. To accept your love the way it is and not wanting to be influenced by how would society want it to be. 

To be her friend more than anything.For She would always turn to a friend when her heart is at a loss of words or her soul is shattered on the ground. She always turns to her friends when she wants to implement a stupid idea or have the most random est of 2am unplanned coffee breaks. Be there, listen like a friend. Be there, support her through it all. BE THERE for if she has to be someone else in front of you just to please you, she will lose herself and you will lose the one love you fell for. Be there because she will be there as well.

To shout and scream and be loud will push her away. Talk, but the way you would want her to talk to you as well. Would your petty little male ego bear it if she did the same? Trust me, she has the shrillest and loudest of voice. Don’t let that Wind turn into a tornado.

Love her the way she loves you.Being romantic is never old school. Be with her for who she is and not what you can turn her into. Fall in love with her mind before exploring her body. If you still think you can respect the lady in front of you after knowing all of her, only then my friend move ahead because no love is satisfactory if it has the tag of TERMS AND CONDITIONS applied to it.





All Tears Mend.

It wasn’t just the weather outside that changed the color of the vicinity; it was that quite roll down of tear from her cheek as Lali watched her kids play outside at the front porch. What will become of them  if something were to happen to her as she recalled her appointment with the doctor the previous day, where she was informed of being diagnosed with breast cancer. she had a mammogram in April and it showed something indeed wasn’t right. So, she went to see her doctor to have a core needle biopsy done. This test was inconclusive. Yet, another test was scheduled, a stereo-tactic biopsy. It  was painful. It has been over seven months now with many tests: mammograms, X-rays, MRIs, and three biopsies.

Lali turned her face away from her window and walked towards the bed. She hadn’t informed her husband or the kids about her recent discovery. Her hands were shaking as she dialed his number on the phone.

“hello, Ram ?” said she.

“yes darling what is it?” retorted the voice of her husband.

“can you make it early today?” she asked with a ping of pain sweeping across her body.

“is everything alright ? are the kids okay?” came the concerned voice of her husband.

“no, no the kids are fine” its me she thought in her head “ I just thought we could start the weekend early” she continued bringing some peace of mind to Ram. She cut the call when he responded with a yes. The time  has never moved so clumsily slow before as she watched the clock strike from one hour to another.

Ten o’clock at night her door bell rang, she pushed her tired limbs to work, forcing them to move. She opened the door and on seeing her husband collapsed into his arms weeping . she told him she had breast cancer. Ram was taken aback. His wife , his beautiful, loving wife. The home maker of his house , the mother of his two beautiful girls. How could it be true? He finally took a step back to look at her closely. The cancer had taken its toil at her, she was always tired and had lost awful lot of weight that made a 40 year old look 14. Her deep brown eyes were now surrounded with dark black circles. He held her in his arms realizing  that it  was skeleton of a body which he hugged. How could have he missed all the signs of her degrading health ? how could he be in love with a girl and yet not be in love enough to keep her healthy and  safe?

After a lot of tears and hugs and more tears Lali confessed “ a few  months ago while in the shower I noticed a lump on my left breast , I didn’t think much of it but then the pain started and just to ease my uneasiness I decided to go see a doctor. Yesterday I got my report and  its second stage of breast cancer” she finished again weeping into Ram’s shirt. He quietly shed a few tears himself and  hugged her.

“what will become of the kids Ram? What will happen to our family?” she whispered between the tears.

“nothing Lali. Everything will be alright. We will fight it together love.” Came his husky voice full of warmth and  love.

Days passed by and the trees changed colors , the leaves were paler and the sky was that shade of grey while the water of the lake outside her window showed the same reflection of the cloud covered sky. She didn’t concentrate on the work she was once so passionate about, her days passed by but her nights were a wagon of pain, her home was breaking piece by piece and she was neglecting every bit of the damage. She had made up her mind that she would die soon but had already started living as a dead soul. That is what cancer does to you , it makes you realize that death  is terrible but more terrible is the thought of never having to live again with all your heart and soul.

It was 3am in the morning, Lali stretched her arm across her bed  to feel the warmth of her husband but instead caught the sheets vacant of their occupant. She looked towards the bathroom and the light was off. She slowly stood up and walked towards her balcony. Ram was standing there with a lit up cigarette dangling between his fingers. He was just about to take a drag of his smoke when she stopped  his hand mid way.

“why?” she asked and continued “ is one person dying of cancer not enough for you” her voice cracked as she stopped talking.

“ honey, you are willing to let your cells live and grow and thrive on your body maybe because you love them but I love you , the kids love you” a tear  rolled down his cheek “ you don’t want to fight it, what will all the medicine do when you don’t have a will to live? Don’t you ever put yourself once in my place and see? We have been together since twenty years and married for fifteen and  you think your cancer will kill just one of us ?” he couldn’t hold back his tears anymore. That night Lali hugged her Ram close to her bosom, caressed his hair with slow strokes of her fingers. As he fell asleep in her arms looking so vulnerable and child like, Lali’s mind started to race. A  Number of thoughts crossed her processing system , she knew she could be hard on herself but to give slow death to her husband and  her two adorable kids , what sort of a devil of a wife and mother was she turning out to be? if not for her own self, she had to fight for them. She realized that her life was as much hers as of the people who loved her. She decided to put on her armor and battle cancer both  physically and emotionally.

The next day Ram came home earlier than usual , with a red colored box in his hand and a shy smile across his face.

“ Lali , the girls bought a gift for you.” He said handing over the box to her.

“what is it ?” she asked with a look of surprise and happy tone in her voice. On opening the box she found a red boxing glove which was signed all over by family and friends . she looked up at Ram for some clarification.

“everyone wanted to make sure you are ready to fight” he said.

Looking at that glove she told herself that she was a fighter and was not ready to leave the world. She was not ready to leave her daughters and family behind.

She began with chemotherapy first to shrink the tumor. Immediately there were three heavy and hard months of chemo therapy charted ahead for her. After every session she became weaker , throwing up, so weak that she had to hold onto anything in sight to make it to her destination. As if the throwing up and exhaustion wasn’t enough, then she lost her hair. What was once long and black and  thick  went to a short cut and then weeks later fell out of her pillow as if saying “I am leaving you too”. at those moments while she was lying in bed trying to sleep with the thoughts of “ how will I survive this?” though family and friends surrounded her she still got time to be alone with her churning thoughts, no one could really know what she was going through.

There were so many days it would take all her energy to get out of bed. She would pray for god to give her the strength so that her daughters could see her normal when they got home from school. The masked smile and “ mommy is fine. Just tired.”, hurt as much as the multiple surgeries that she had. She didn’t want her girls to lose their mom.

Her chemo treatments went on for over a year, followed by radiation, more surgeries and after cancer treatments. On the weeks she did not have chemo she would go for short walks with Ram and the girls, or go to the mall with them even if just for an hour, just to show it to them that she could do it.

Everything was going smoothly, the treatment was working and the cancer cells dying when suddenly the light at the end of the tunnel got blocked by a boulder. Ram  had been facing some trouble with his business and each time Lali asked him what was bothering him , he shrugged her with just a “ nothing , a little stress of work my love.” It wasn’t  until  the last sum for Lali’s therapy was to be paid and Ram  put in the check in the bank to withdrew money and  it got rejected.

Ram. He was the calmest person that one could ever meet. He always wore a light smile on his clean shaved face, the kind of smile that  touched  his eyes. He was ‘worlds best daddy’ when it came to the girls and he was Lali’s support system since as long as she could remember. His family looked up to him for love, care and  support. It was the second time his hands were shivering , he had cold sweat beads appear at the corner of  his brow .

He knew things were bad but he didn’t think it would come to this. He was hoping that his latest proposed tender would pass and everything will be back on track . it had been over a month since he had proposed the idea now. Tears threatened to fall as he pushed them back. That day he prayed. He doesn’t remember the last time he closed his eyes with such immense faith and uttered the words that were coming out of his trembling  lips. I have never seen an atheist who turned into a believer ever at this pace. But that  is what love does to you. Love makes you fly high , cross the ocean or if necessary crawl on the ground.

That night while Lali’s head was on his chest she was playing with his fingers, Ram knew then that was something was bothering her. 20 years of togetherness and  he knew what even  the rise and fall of her breath meant.

“what is bothering you Ram? Don’t worry I will recover soon, soon all this will be over.” She said nuzzling her face deeper into his chest.

‘ I wish it would be over soon, how will it end unless the last sum is payed? How will I arrange the sum?’ was on his mind but his lips uttered a different tune “ yes my love, it will all end soon” he spoke as he kissed her on the forehead.

He had a week’s time at his disposal to produce the required amount of sum. He was religiously praying and vigorously knocking at every and  any door from where he had hope of getting the money. It was Friday already and her last chemo was scheduled on Sunday.

No door was opening . he had lost all hope. He decided that it was time for him to tell Lali the seriousness of the situation. He opened the door to their room, Lali was lying on their bed covered with a quilt. The temperature wasn’t that cold but it was the aftereffect of all the treatment that she had had to undergo. He forced himself to smile at her failing miserably at the attempt he went and sat beside her . he held her hand and kissed it. As he was about to tell her the situation their family was in , his phone rang.

“ what happened then? ” asked one of the patient in the cancer ward as I turned to face a 30 year old lady suffering from breast cancer 3rd stage.

“ what do you think happened Mrs Sharma?” I replied

“oh god, did she die? Could he not save her ” came a half cracking  voice from behind.

“please let her not be dead, please let them stay together” came the pleading voice of a 13 year old son of one of the cancer patient .

I couldn’t help but smile . I felt a warm hand on my shoulder and knew immediately by the touch that it was my mother. I turned to my much awaiting audience present in the cancer ward of lilawati hospital and said “ why don’t you ask her yourself?” and turned around to face my mother who looked younger than ever even at the age of  62. Yes Lali had survived and she was very much alive, way alive than she was ever before. 22 years have  passed since she was informed that she had cancer and since then she decided to fight and  look ahead , she has not even once ever looked back.She held my hand and sat beside me , signaling me to continue what I had stated and so I did. I told them that the call was to inform Ram that his tender had passed and they had transferred the advance already onto his account, I told them  how Lali came out from  the clutches of cancer that  very much wanted to engulf her. Lali now speaks at cancer awareness events talking to newly diagnosed breast cancer patients to help them cope with their diagnosis and treatment and myself being her daughter, the warrior with a shining armor that my mom  is, acts as her side kick and tell people her story. While my dad works harder than ever before and never once fail to thank god as he counts his blessings.

“ none of you should ever forget,” I held my mother’s hand  tighter  than ever before as I continued her story “though the disease is ugly, there is hope on the horizon , a sunrise waiting, marking the start of a new beginning over the mountain that you climb.”


It was easy to make love to a body , but to rip apart her cloth like tears and to caress every part of her eyelid with the blink of his lashes. the kohl of her eyes smugged like scattered cloths on floor. their hearts skipped a beat for a nano second before beating with the speed of a roller coaster. that afternoon his enchanted dark brown eyes took everything that her hazel had to offer.

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