Cool breeze hugged me, chilled water touched my feet like I had the best feet in the world. I could see the waves desperate to come towards me again and again. The sound of them was like music to my ears. I felt peaceful holding Arif, my eyes closed. He allowed me to enjoy each moment and stood right besides staring at me and enjoying my little smiles.
Arif, these waves seem to be more inclined towards me than they are towards you, I told him to which he just smiled. It was still bright around, I saw Arif, he had grown old. Rinkled face and lose skin but still fit. He still looked adorable and handsome. I could keep admiring his face for hours together. His face did reflect the dreams he could not achieve, the happiness he could not spread, the father he never could become but surprisingly the face was still calm, though not satisfied but yes happy.
I sometimes thought whether he ever noticed me the way I noticed him.
It had been 35 years of togetherness, we celebrated each day with new energy and new freshness. When a young me decided to live with a man of a different religion who was 10 years older than me, my dad immediately disowned me. No mother and siblings made it simpler to leave. Arif's parents were ready to accept me but when they realized their son was about to marry an infertile woman, they too disowned us.
We moved to his home in Dubai, the country where he had his job. I remember, it was my worst flight. I was very scared about going far away from my home country with no one to come back to! I was apprehensive if Arif would live up to all the promises he has made and if he does not turn out the man I have loved, what will I do? Will my father be able to forgive me ever, what if he needs me. So many questions and doubts haunted me.
The only time I went to India was when I heard of my father's demise. Arif accompanied me and helped me with all the last rituals.
My husband turned out to be a much better human than I had thought of. I could not have asked for more than a man with the most beautiful heart. We loved each other for what we were, no one changed the other, I never wore a hijaab nor did I ever wear a bindi. The only religion we followed was LOVE.
Today when I look at him, the only thing I can think of is "This man completes me! Religion does not have the capability to make or break any relationship"
Arif, these waves seem to be more inclined towards me than they are towards you, I told him to which he just smiled. It was still bright around, I saw Arif, he had grown old. Rinkled face and lose skin but still fit. He still looked adorable and handsome. I could keep admiring his face for hours together. His face did reflect the dreams he could not achieve, the happiness he could not spread, the father he never could become but surprisingly the face was still calm, though not satisfied but yes happy.
I sometimes thought whether he ever noticed me the way I noticed him.
It had been 35 years of togetherness, we celebrated each day with new energy and new freshness. When a young me decided to live with a man of a different religion who was 10 years older than me, my dad immediately disowned me. No mother and siblings made it simpler to leave. Arif's parents were ready to accept me but when they realized their son was about to marry an infertile woman, they too disowned us.
We moved to his home in Dubai, the country where he had his job. I remember, it was my worst flight. I was very scared about going far away from my home country with no one to come back to! I was apprehensive if Arif would live up to all the promises he has made and if he does not turn out the man I have loved, what will I do? Will my father be able to forgive me ever, what if he needs me. So many questions and doubts haunted me.
The only time I went to India was when I heard of my father's demise. Arif accompanied me and helped me with all the last rituals.
My husband turned out to be a much better human than I had thought of. I could not have asked for more than a man with the most beautiful heart. We loved each other for what we were, no one changed the other, I never wore a hijaab nor did I ever wear a bindi. The only religion we followed was LOVE.
Today when I look at him, the only thing I can think of is "This man completes me! Religion does not have the capability to make or break any relationship"
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