Saturday, 29 April 2017

Zenith Of Love ~ Concluding Volume of PriyaMeer's Love Saga

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That night was even more wonderful for Priyam. Despite of many rooms at home, the entire gang of the affectionate family members put their beddings on the floor in the hall and kept chatting, gossiping and giggling with mom and dad joining them too. There were silly jokes and friendly banter mostly and crazy bursts of laughter. Priyam sat next to Meer smiling all the time and took part in the fun with full excitement. That's when Dad said they should not wait to get her to their house anymore and everyone shouted in delight that they were soon to hear wedding bells. Even if it was not Aditi as they had presumed, they were extremely elated that eventually dad will see his youngest son married before he closed his eyes which looked inevitable though he exhibited signs of improvement occasionally.

Though Meer was elated that Priyam had won his parents' hearts, he watched carefully Priyam's reaction to the entire ruckus and this time she didn't twitch at the mention of her wedding. She just got all red and smiled and Meer knew it was finally a ‘Yes’ from her. How he wanted to hug her that moment, his infinite love had made his beloved overcome all her apprehensions and fears. The new more beautiful memories had eventually wiped away the uglier ones of the past. The two experienced a sea of overwhelming emotions in their hearts as they skid into their world of dreams with everyone else huddled together right there, at the centre of the huge hall...

In the morning, joyful Meer called Priyam's mom and her brother and asked them to get ready as he was coming to pick them up. The two danced in joy too, to hear that finally their darling was out of the destructive spell of her past's brutal memories. After all love and warmth are the best medicines to heal the deepest wounds and that's what Meer and now his family had showered on her in abundance. This had enabled her to take the plunge and place her trust once again in humanity.

The wedding was to commence in two days and as they applied for a leave extension, a lot was needed to be worked on rapid fire basis including their wedding trousseau while the rest of the family made quick fix arrangements of everything else. Honestly they didn't even had the time to think they were getting married, there was so much on their platter but it was also so much fun. How the family managed such a grand wedding in two days is still a talking point in the whole of Bhopal but yes all went really well and there was a shower of blessings from every near and dear who could or could not attend the wedding in such a short notice.

PriyaMeer enjoyed their wedding to the core for there were so many wacky moments which made it further memorable. This was bound to happen as they had shopped together. Like if Meer's Jutis were with Priyam, her makeup went in his bag, thus despite of having separate rooms they kept running for each other's and laughing over their pathetic state in their own wedding. Plus there was custom after custom which came at such a rapid pace…amidst of thousands of wedding clicks with relatives of relatives. They realised they were themselves, when they they were taken to their room at 3a.m. only to be woken up for another prayer ceremony at 6 on a chilly December night.

But they were happy, very very happy. Such was the power of their pure, divine, true love that they have won over the world that day. There was truly something special about those moments and they were on the zenith of their love. Meer pulled her near him and holding her the closest possible, kissed her deeply. Priyam too felt further complete in those safest set of arms that night. A love like theirs finally met its befitting end.

No it didn't end here, it was just a beginning...Eight years later today, as I sit with them having their favorite sandwiches and some coffee, I feel the same infinite love and warmth between the two.. oh sorry, they are three now, their little angel Preet is now 6 years who looks like a mini Priyam. She is dad's darling and enhances their love several-fold more. No one is now scared to utter the word Dad, there is happiness and only happiness in their paradise. I wish every Priyam in this world found a Meer.

You may as well like to catch up with the earlier volumes of this Enchanting Love Saga of Priyam and Meer here: Vol1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6,7 ,8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14,15,16,17, 18,19,20,21,22,23,24,25

This is my second #AtoZChallenge. While last year I chose to write on 26 True Stories on Indian Women, this year I am weaving Priyam and Meer's Eternal Love Story. Do share your genuine feedback, this blog breathes on your comments.

Friday, 28 April 2017

Yes, Love Heals the Deepest Wounds ~ Vol 25 of PriyaMeer's LoveSaga

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Donning a pastel green Salwar kameez, Priyam looked mesmerizingly radiant as she entered his dad's room. Her goodness and innocence reflected on her face and she surprisingly felt very comfortable after Meer's mom had welcomed with a warm bear hug. Undoubtedly, there was a sense of comfort in their home. It felt like a cosy abode, she had always craved for with every single corner done up impeccably with a personal and homely touch. It seemed the big bungalow as well the big hearts of the inhabitants had space for everyone. Meer's mom and Aditi had already had a word with his dad and so as Priyam touched his feet, he blessed her and made her sit right next to him. Meer was sure of this as he knew his caring dad was a thorough gentleman. He too entered the room but stood at a distance.

The otherwise hesitant Priyam almost instantaneously struck a chord with his dad and they chatted for about an hour on topics like education, employment, growth prospects and a little about her and her family but not about wedding and so Priyam was absolutely comfortable and thus her first meeting with his dad and mom went just fine and they didn't dislike the lovely beauty with the brain either.

She had planned to stay with them for the next two days and as Meer's siblings and their families arrived to meet her, it felt like a celebration in the house. The love they selflessly poured on Priyam who was going to be the youngest member of the family barring the kids, gave Priyam the kind of happiness which no words can aid me describe. In fact she loved all the attention and she felt she belonged to them. And as she occasionally stole a glance of Meer, who blew a flying kiss at her, every time he was sure no one other than Priyam was noticing, she blushed. She felt as if she was turning the most beautiful pages of her life and reading the same made her heart smile and tinkled her soul.

That night on the terrace as they grabbed a Kulfi each, she expressed her gratitude to Meer for showing her this beautiful side of life which she thought only existed in dreams or movies. She had never felt so pampered in a lifetime and yes, I guess she was changing her heart, gradually, calmly, moment by moment....

Will she be able to eventually walk out of her fears and embrace what life has in store for her or she will just walk away with all the warm memories in her heart? Stay tuned to find out in the concluding volume tomorrow right here on Truly Yours Roma.
You may as well like to catch up with the earlier volumes of this Enchanting Love Saga of Priyam and Meer here: Vol1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6,7 ,8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14,15,16,17, 18,19,20,21,22,23,24

This is my second #AtoZChallenge. While last year I chose to write on 26 True Stories on Indian Women, this year I am weaving Priyam and Meer's Eternal Love Story. Do share your genuine feedback, this blog breathes on your comments.

Thursday, 27 April 2017

X-traordinary Pain Brings Out Love In Its Purest Form That Knows Only Giving ~Vol24 od PriyaMeer's Love Saga

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Meer was home for a week now… his dad's health was deteriorating as his rare blood disorder has relapsed. Meer found it so unbearable to see him in so much pain and didn't leave his side for a moment. There was a pool of relatives and well wishers in and out of their house to meet his dad who was giving up slowly this time yielding to the pressure of old age and his chronic sickness. It was not easy for any one of them. The anchor of their house was slipping and no matter how hard she tried to control them, tears kept blurring his mom's eyes and the sea of tears lodged there just didn't dry up.

Meer was so proud of his dad whose goodness reflected on his face. He had been a Govt. servant but had never taken a single penny in bribe. He was a family man who took great care of everyone around him, this is the reason why whoever learnt about his ill health, came running. Meer knew his dad wanted to see him married before he left for the heavenly abode but had just kept quite for the sake of his son. He felt it was his duty to fulfil his last desire and wanted to do it all cost just for him.

He met Aditi the same night and shared with her everything about his and Priyam's relationship seeking advice from her childhood best buddy who suggested him to introduce Priyam to his parents, though she herself successfully hid everything that her heart was through. Meer really liked the idea for he was sure no one especially his parents can ever dislike Priyam. Before he left Bhopal to persuade her precious half for the same, he did one good thing, he took his mamma into confidence who was initially a little angry though but later gave in her sonny's request of just meeting his choice once.

Priyam was relieved to see her love was back as this also meant to her that his dad was better and she had been praying invariably for the same. As they met at their favorite spot on the sunset point that evening, holding her face firming in his palms, he apprised her of the situation at home and how deeply he wished to fulfil his dad's last desire with his eyes turning moist as he expressed himself in his softest ever voice. He also shared how he wished that she met his parents once. He had a firm belief that even if it comes after a few initial hiccups, they would approve of them and his dad would be eventually proud of his choice.

On the other hand, though Priyam's heart went out to her Mee and all that he had said had made great sense to her, but she was perplexed at the thought of meeting his dad. She was not even comfortable with the word dad and her ugly past stood in front of her whenever she heard or tried to speak the same. But for someone who meant everything to her, she weaved herself together and agreed. Meer took permission from her mom to fetch her along with him and they started immediately as time was running out for his dad.

Was it easy for Meer's parents to accept Priyam? Will Meer be able to fulfil his dad's last wish? Stay Tuned to catch the penultimate volume tomorrow right here on Truly Yours Roma.

You may as well like to catch up with the earlier volumes of this Enchanting Love Saga of Priyam and Meer here: Vol1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6,7 ,8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14,15,16,17, 18,19,20,21,22,23

This is my second #AtoZChallenge. While last year I chose to write on 26 True Stories on Indian Women, this year I am weaving Priyam and Meer's Eternal Love Story. Do share your genuine feedback, this blog breathes on your comments.

Wednesday, 26 April 2017

Will Wait For You Till Eternity ~ Vol 23 of PriyaMeer's Love Saga

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Meer's unconditional love and immense warmth melted her mom's heart and she was certain she couldn't have found a better match for her. Her fear of social stigma eventually began fading away. One evening as she sat sharing her deep worries with him over a cup of coffee, she was taken by a great surprise to know he was already aware of Priyam's firm stand of not marrying in her lifetime. Though she was relieved to discover her daughter had not kept any secrets from the man she said she loved do dearly, she really looked forward to know how Meer had taken it.
In reply to her concern, the always sorted and composed Meer convinced her to wait and give her princess time, time for her on trust on humanity to come back, time for her ugly memories give way to the more beautiful ones she was weaving now. He had full faith that the therapeutic touch of his true love would cajole his lady love one day to accept the traditions and customs that made no sense to her now. For him their souls were united forever that fateful night they accepted each other in the sacred Lord Shiva temple of their college campus in the presence of Gods and all the stars of the universe and an official wedding was just a matter of societal obligation now.
Thus, he himself was in no mood to hurry up things or impose a decision on Priyam. With their workspace at office just a floor apart and their apartments in the same tower, they were living a dream. Priyam was the happiest of them all. Meer had filled the perennial void on her heart with gallons of serine love, warmth and care and in her rare innocent ways Priyam touched Meer's soul umpteen times each day. They were truly made for each other and I so wished they remained happy like this forever.
Their world suddenly was so beautiful and they immersed and satiated their souls of each other's love to their heart's content after two long years of separation. They ate, shopped, cooked, hanged around arm in arm and slept together. It was as if they were glued to each other and life seemed a bed of roses momentarily. They even took cookery and dancing classes together on weekends. Like I always say, the most beautiful relations in the world are the ones which don't have a name, their mare enchanting fragrance keeps the two hearts entrancingly elated. Naming brings in social responsibilities and many expectations too, so one must only take the plunge only once he or she is ready for the same or else wait for the right moment like my PriyaMeer.
Priyam has weaved her world in his arms and she cared a pence about the society. She has had enough of their ruthless ways and shallow faiths from her childhood. Meer was her pride and she somehow believed marriage may ruin their divine relationship. With every passing day her belief grew firmer and all she desired and craved for was to be in his warm embrace till her last breath. Though Meer was ready to give her beloved all the time of the universe, it was getting increasingly difficult for him to hide his love from his parents and family who still had no clue about Priyam and wanted their youngest one to settle down.
What do you think Meer should be doing in such a situation? To find out, you can grab the next volume right here on TrulyYoursRoma tomorrow. Stay tuned.
You may as well like to catch up with the earlier volumes of this Enchanting Love Saga of Priyam and Meer here: Vol1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6,7 ,8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14,15,16,17, 18,19,20,21,22

This is my second #AtoZChallenge. While last year I chose to write on 26 True Stories on Indian Women, this year I am weaving Priyam and Meer's Eternal Love Story. Do share your genuine feedback, this blog breathes on your comments.

Tuesday, 25 April 2017

Vague Pre-Conditions of True Love ~ Vol 22 of PriyaMeer's Love Saga

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Her dear mom had decided to startle her sweet little princess that early spring morn but as she entered her daughter's abode she herself was startled beyond compare, finding Meer there. It was still dark outside and Priyam felt equally gloomy within. She kicked herself a million times in her brain for not having told mom about Meer. Not that she hadn't contemplated doing that almost every day but several reasons stopped her from doing so and she had to bear the repercussions today. She had broken her mom's trust and her repentance made her heart sink. She tried clearing her throat to speak to her but words didn't just come out. The awkward pin drop silence in the room was brutal.

Meer however was unfazed and warmly greeted her mom touching her feet with a smile. Seeking inspiration from Meer, Priyam opened up a little, to her mother, "Mom, Meer is joining my organisation from Monday!"

"C..o..n..g..r..a..t..s S..o..n!" , is barely what she murmured in a faint voice. Thanking her and wanting to give the mom and daughter their space, Meer left shortly.

"Why didn't you tell me Priyam? Do you guys plan to get married?" mom asked her darling as they sat having breakfast. Priyam looked sullen and spoke in a very calm voice, "This was precisely the reason I didn't tell you mom. Please don't judge me for what I am going to reveal to you now. I love Meer for years now from the bottom of my heart and will die to spend my entire life with him but I can't marry him. We are very happy together and I will like things to be like this forever. After dad left you in a lurch and witnessing all the turmoil with you at a tender age, I have no belief in the sanctity of matrimony. I don't have the courage to take so much again all over again....The name marriage scares me mom. I don’t understand the vague pre-conditions for my love to get acceptance. "

Her mother was perplexed to hear her daughter's views. Not that she bothered about the society or was orthodox in her thinking, all she wanted was her daughter to settle happily in her life and here her past stood right in front of her eyes ruining her daughter's present. She felt deeply hurt in the vicious circle life has entrapped them into. Though she still didn't have a distinct opinion on Meer, she was ready to trust her daughter's choice. She also understood her daughter felt very vulnerable and fragile that moment and thus decided not to pressurise her. That's the kind of mother she has always been to her children though she wondered if Meer was aligned with Priyam's decision or not or will he abandon her as soon as he was apprised of her thoughts. Was his love for her deep enough? Every possible vague thought flooded her mother's mind but she shunned them maintaining peace at home and she caressed her daughter's forehead who lay on her lap.

Meer soon joined Priyam's work place. As Priyam's mother was here for a week, she met Meer every evening when he came to drop her and got to know him better.

Was Meer aware or Priyam's thought-process? Had she already shared with him her stand on marriage? Does the two set of parents feel comfortable in the set up? Stay tuned to catch some final action right here tomorrow on Truly Yours Roma.

You may as well like to catch up with the earlier volumes of this Enchanting Love Saga of Priyam and Meer here: Vol1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6,7 ,8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14,15,16,17, 18,19,20,21

This is my second #AtoZChallenge. While last year I chose to write on 26 True Stories on Indian Women, this year I am weaving Priyam and Meer's Eternal Love Story. Do share your genuine feedback, this blog breathes on your comments.

Monday, 24 April 2017

Until the Universe Conspires to Make Us One ~ Vol 21 of Priyam Meer's Love Saga

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The dark night was slowly loosing itself in the morning sun rays which shone a little brighter than usual because it was the day when Meer finally came back to India with bag and baggage. Undoubtedly, a lot of planning had gone behind how they shall leave no stone unturned this time to make things go in their favour. A month ago Priyam has referred his resume not only in her organisation but also channelized it to several others through acquaintances and job portals. As a result, quite of few of his interviews were lined up the same week and thus a good amount of travelling was on the cards intercepted by the most cherished together times which they somehow always managed.

Meer spent the weekend at home and he didn't sense a sign of worry. Dad and mom were on top of the world to see him and so was he. He even went to Mathur Uncle's house and engaged in a friendly banter with Aditi like he always did, from their school days. Fortunately, he was convinced that Aditi did not have any feelings for him which made things easier. He had a plan to execute in future but first he wanted to crack the interviews and secure a worthy job and off he flew to Hyderabad that afternoon. There wasn't a financial pressure but still it was vital to Meer's confidence that he justified his stands so far by building a bright future.

Priyam's eyes glittered as she spotted Meer in the coffee shop on the necklace Road late evening the same day and she had spread the most soulful heartening smile as Meer embraced her warmly. As they juggled with each other's fingers, their favorite pass time, Priyam had a strong feeling that it was time that life gave them their fair share while Meer had the fire of their pristine love burning bright in his heart and inspiring him to overpower his jinxed luck. Their firm believes only multiplied their love and the feeling of belonging to each other.

Meer got a joining call from five out of all five interviews he gave and we all had a reason to be so proud of him. This triumph was truly a labour of their love and sacrifices. Priyam was on cloud nine for Meer will now join her organisation. Whoa! No words can express their excitement. Later that evening, in her apartment, Meer lifted her up in his arms and swivelled her around as they giggled their hearts out. There joy knew no bounds. How much they have waited for this day. The night called out for a celebration and Meer nailed it by making some mouth-watering sandwiches of whatever veggies and sauces he found in the refrigerator. His stay in Australia had made his a pro cook and he loved exhibiting his culinary skills.They chitchatted, they danced, they clicked selfies and then settled in each other's arms with a cup of coffee not sleeping even for a single moment. It was indeed the best day of their life for they have eventually materialised their dreams.

A early morn door bell ring startled them, who could it be in such wee hours. Walking out of her trance, Priyam sleepily opened the door and was aghast to see who stood in front of her.

Who was there on the door that made Priyam tremble? What happens next? Stay tuned as I bring to you the next volume right here on Truly Yours Roma.

You may as well like to catch up with the earlier volumes of this Enchanting Love Saga of Priyam and Meer here: Vol1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6,7 ,8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14,15,16,17, 18,19,20

This is my second #AtoZChallenge. While last year I chose to write on 26 True Stories on Indian Women, this year I am weaving Priyam and Meer's Eternal Love Story. Do share your genuine feedback, this blog breathes on your comments.

Sunday, 23 April 2017

Trust To Win Over The Tryst With Destiny ~ Vol 20 Of PriyaMeer's Love Saga

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Draped in each other's perfume, with the previous day's sweet memories still tickling their hearts, they parted ways albeit with full trust that this was for one last time. While Priyam's letters kept Meer company during his long flights, reaching back her apartment, Priyam folded the pink dress carefully and placed it in the cupboard. The red roses still looked fresh and she sprinkled water droplets on the satin leaves decorating them in a vas. A glimpse of the ring on her finger reminded her of his touch and the sea of his overwhelming love and a beautiful smile lit her eyes and lips.

Back at her office desk, she prioritised all tasks at hand and efficiently struck them off of the list one by one. This was the approach she has always followed to finish the less timing taking activities first and then devote time to more strategic ones mostly envisioned on a piece of paper first. When she had a little time in her hand she did that in a relaxed manner in the office cafeteria along with grabbing her favourite cup of coffee there. Her peers and superiors appreciated her ability to never give up under pressure and give best possible results in minimum time. Her calm mind and the ability to think like a pro were her true assets at work. No wonder in just one year eight months came her first promotion.

She has immersed herself in work so that she missed him less. Days at work and nights with him online made her life look perfect for the moment or she has planned it so. It was just 3 months for Meer to come back to India permanently and the two of them waited for the same. Meer has done really well in his studies there too and also taken a few additional classes to enrich his CV to the level that no one can reject him ever, now on.

At the right time, they were both doing what was best for their careers at this age. They knew it was vital for a flourishing career and they were laying the right foundation for it. Meer's dad was stable and recovering at a decent pace and his mom was happy that the most precious piece of her heart was coming back finally. On the other hand, Priyam has helped her mom open an academy adjacent to their house where she taught the poor children and women for free. She knew her mom has always dreamt of doing it one day and so mommy dear was touched by her daughter's surprise for her.

Priyank was doing great at college too. He dropped at her sister's place almost every alternate weekend and they had the time of the life they had always missed. Whether it was walking a mile to grab their favorite molten chocolate truffle pastry or to indulge in some unplanned shopping, they loved being together. Though Priyank didn't spare his D of all the jokes he cracked on PriyaMeer and kept pulling their leg even on their video calls but it was all so much fun as the three often broke out in bursts of laughter. In due course of time they became a strongly knit trio…
and here came the day when Meer was back in India. He knew a lot was waiting for him.

Wanna know what happens next in this roller coaster Love Tale, catch the final action live in the next volume tomorrow right here on Truly Yours Roma.
You may as well like to catch up with the earlier volumes of this Enchanting Love Saga of Priyam and Meer here: Vol1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6,7 ,8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14,15,16,17, 18,19

This is my second #AtoZChallenge. While last year I chose to write on 26 True Stories on Indian Women, this year I am weaving Priyam and Meer's Eternal Love Story. Do share your genuine feedback, this blog breathes on your comments.

When An Absolute Stranger Makes You Realize You are #MoreIndianThanYouThink (A Tribute)

Baal-Vivaah, much as to what many of my generation would call it, I got married at the age of 22, when I just a few months old to my job. A new work life and a newly married life had commenced for me simultaneously and I felt I had too much on my platter. I creaked and clinched under the pressure and had it not been my man, I would not have survived it. As I started to get in groove and fall in love all the more with him, I was transferred to Thailand on a special project for three months. Games of destiny you see.

This was my maiden international journey and though my employers have arranged for everything, I was as nervous and scared as a claustrophobic person confined to a box-like dark cell. Nevertheless, as it was vital to my career and darling ‘S’ pushed me to grab the opportunity, I took the challenge head on.

I have already started missing him as he dropped me at the airport and kissed me goodbye. Staying strong I boarded the four hour long flight and despite of the most cordial and affectionate staff of Lufthansa Airlines (it was just the beginning of my perennial bonding with them and I was touched by their hospitality and kindness), I puked my way to Bangkok. Gosh! It wasn't a good start but there I was in what I felt was an alien country. I fetched the map from my passport folder and hired an airport cab to the hotel where I would be putting up initially. Welcoming me with an early check-in facility at 5a.m., the hotel staff too tried to rid me my self-imposed fears too. I presented a strong me everywhere as against whatever I felt inside. We Indians are conditioned not to exhibit our weaknesses and that’s the first value our Indian roots embed in our hearts.

Gradually as I warmed up to the Thai, I became more comfortable during my stay at Bangkok. Some colleagues at work even took me around on the weekends and apprised me with the Indian corners of the city like the Paranthe Waali Gali. Bangkok was actually #MoreIndianThanYouThink and I was ecstatic to discover it ounce by ounce. I came to know the origin of the world famous Thai Massages lied in India too from where the Buddhist carried them to Thailand. My office was situated in Ayuthya named on Ayodhya of our Ramayana and there were several other connections like the Samundramanthan display at Swarnabhoomi International airport.

That's Me at SwarnaBhoomi Airport!

This kind of reinforced my belief that that world is a lot smaller and closer now and all of us belonged to each other. A particular incident though brought me closest to this feeling and a decade later it still warms my heart.While I preferred not going out late night on the streets of Bangkok, on one rare day I got really late in returning from work. Every Tuk-Tuk I stopped wanted to take me on the pretext on having 2-3 stops in between. I knew the meaning, what those stops meant late night and even if I was thinking really weird it wasn't at all safe that late. Despite of trying really hard, I couldn't fetch a drive back to the room and with time I felt more worried and weal in my knees. I decided to try my luck with the next set of 3 Tuk-Tuk Waalas standing just at the turn of the dark street.

But alas they made the same offer and kind of forced me to accept it. That's when a cab stopped right beside me and a Thai looking elderly guy spoke to me in a peculiar yet familiar accent,

"Beta, kahan jaana hai, mein chod deta hoon aapko.( Child where do you want to go, come I will drop you)."

Aah! Those Hindi words were like a magic I expected that dreadful moment. An unknown faith made me jump into his taxi and he did safely escort me back without even charging a fare. I acted as per my instinct as this I guess is a very special power we Indians possess, we can often gauge at first glance whom trust and  that night that absolute stranger acted as my ultimate saviour though I still had my pepper spray and my pre-meditated karate attack moves ready. On the way he shared with me how his grandfather was an Indian and he has his roots in India. He had spent a few years on his childhood there too and so he speaks Hindi. His prudence and my wisdom, which were more #MoreIndianThanYouThink aided us turn the situation in our favour that fateful night...the thought of what could have happened otherwise still perplexes me. I was so glad I found him and heaved a sigh of relief and we made it look like he was an acquaintance from my place.

He was a thorough gentleman and tried every bit to make me comfortable. Such great support from a stranger at midnight in the streets made me bow my head in reverence to him and this post is my heartfelt tribute to him. We did have an instant connection, that lead to our winning way that night, defying all odds, and that was #MoreIndianThanYouThink though his skin tone and features defied that, exactly like the Lufthansa flight way back home, where I was greeted with a Namaste and also served with real drool worthy Indian food ..I knew how they lived up to their commercial I append below. That personal touch works therapeutic wonders with who is flying with them and the bond which is established in the process is that of a lifetime. Who'll say they are not Indians by birth, they think, eat and Live Indian.
I reached back home safe and elated and as I ran to hug ‘S’, I shared with him how I come back with a more confident heart, full of warm memories of places, people and gestures which are #MoreIndianThanYouThink and how we rub it on everyone we have met in the past centuries and still continue to do so.. These memories still tinkle my soul and shall stay in the warmest corner of my heart forever inspiring me always, in ways umpteen.

Friday, 21 April 2017

Sweetheart, My Love For You Shall Never Last ~ Vol 19 Of PriyaMeer's Love Saga

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Glad the happy times knocked at the door in soft steps just at the right time. I believe birthdays are indeed special and they become all the more memorable in the company of the love of your life and Priyam was soon to experience those magical moments . It was an enchanting October morn and she took the day off from work and they were soon in the taxi for a day trip to Agra, to visit the Taj Mahal. They have planned it long ago that someday they'll together pay a visit to this monument of love and today they decided to celebrate her birthday and their love together there before Meer returned to Australia to resume his studies.
Priyam wore the pink dress Meer had bought for her from his first salary and has placed it carefully in his travel bag that very day and when he came to India, to be by his dad’s side, the dress came along too. Needless to say she looked absolutely stunning donning his choice. The day was sunny but the breeze was cool. It was mid afternoon by the time they reached there and as they entered the beautifully laid Mughal gardens and caught the first glimpse of the Taj, they stood there in awe for a few minutes. Open-mouthed at its unparallel beauty and opulence, they knew it immediately why it's counted in the wonders of the world. Made of soft white marble with semi precious stones studded in them, it dazzled in sun. True no poets have done sufficient justice to this stellar mausoleum, Shahjahan had built for his wife Mumtaz Mahal.
Meer had arranged for a cake and flowers at the central bench where people stopped to click memories of their loved ones with the Mahal. It marked the exact centre of the periphery of the lovely surroundings of the monument built on the banks of river Yamuna. Meer found this to be a perfect spot to celebrate the birthday of the woman who meant the world to him. They cut the cake there, as Meer gifted her, her favorite red roses and a promise to be only hers till his last breadth. He also fetched a tiny box from his pocket, and slid gently an exquisite ring in the ring finger of her left hand. This was a pleasant surprise for Priyam who smiled with happiness as Meer cuddled her warmly. The shot was perfectly captured in a camera with Taj in the hindsight and they would get the framed copies delivered to them in a couple of hours by the photographer Meer had hired. The fragrance of the roses was as mesmerising as the fragrance of their eternal love and I wished and prayed it remained the same forever.
Priyam was ecstatic to get her prince charming back even if that was for a day and she basked in the glory of his pristine love. She was proud of her choice and wondered what she would have been without him. This was her best birthday so far and they strolled hand in hand until the full moon and the stars joined in the celebrations along with the majestic Taj. Their hearts danced to the tune of love as they were totally immersed and lost in each other. This was always the case whenever they had been together, they had forgotten about everything else…
They were woken up by the thud of the brake application of the taxi at the airport. As if suddenly getting up from a divine dream, teary eyes they bid bye to each other. As he stood at the airport gate security check, she ran behind him and pressed an envelope her hand written letters on his palm. She has written them all each day when they could not talk, as he was taking care of his dad. Meer kissed her on her forehead, reassuring her through his eyes, without a spoken word but as his feelings flood that his love for her will never last.

You may as well like to catch up with the earlier volumes of this Enchanting Love Saga of Priyam and Meer here: Vol1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6,7 ,8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14,15,16,17, 18

This is my second #AtoZChallenge. While last year I chose to write on 26 True Stories on Indian Women, this year I am weaving Priyam and Meer's Eternal Love Story. Do share your genuine feedback, this blog breathes on your comments.