A Love That Heals

 

Rahul and Shree have been married for the last 10 years, and they’ve known each other for 13 years. Today is their anniversary they both love each other very much. They were having dinner, and Rahul got up to pay the bill, but he forgets his phone on the table. A notification appeared on his phone, and Shree picked it up. It was a notification from Google Photos which read, ‘Your favorite photo from 15 years ago.’ Shree was shocked to find her photo in it. In the photo, Shree was on a train and in one of them was written, ‘The first day in Jaipur, and found my love already.’ She was confused, why she can’t remember anything and starts questioning, if is she really knows her partner well.

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It was her first day in Jaipur. She had never left her home alone there was always someone from their house to see her. But this time, she was alone. Due to the pandemic and short-term notice, she had to leave as early as possible. She took the risk of going alone, and she was happy about her decision. It was her college hostel where she was to spent her future 3 years. She was ready for the best moments of her life but not for the worst ones.

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Whereas, he already lost everybody in his life. Money is the only thing left in his life, everything else was gone. He made a promise to himself that whomsoever he happens to meet first, will be his partner for all his life, not caring about whatever comes. He was ready for the worst but not for the best. He meets her on the train to Jaipur and took some photos of her without her knowledge. He followed her and came to know about the college. He joined the same college as hers.

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He loves her and has never lied to her, but now it felt as if he should not tell her the truth this time. If he would have told her the truth, she would have been devastated. He said, “It is not clicked by me. I found it in Riya’s phone, and I just saved it, thinking it will be useful someday." She believed him. They both hugged each other and felt the spark they felt the very first time.

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In the beginning, Rahul wanted to destroy Shree’s life, whom he blamed foreign for Riya’s loss. Riya was an orphan so, there was no case filed, and she only had the two of them. Rahul wanted revenge for his lost lover. Is there any bigger punishment for someone than to live their whole life in a lie? Rahul did not know that he was healed with the time, and he had fallen in love with Shree.

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-Suraj Nair.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Unceasing Journey.

Faithful friends are hard to come by,

To say them are the hardest goodbye;

Journey with them is without an end,

While confronting feelings, one can't pretend.

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Judging is never a thing they do,

Standing beside your shoulder when you look to,

May in distance yet never apart from heart,

Fighting behind you for your every start.

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For me, the person is ace in the hole,

That creature is the best part of my soul,

The greatest gift of life is true friendship,

If you have one, can face all life’s hardship.

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This person will stick and stand by you,

Consistently encouraging you,

Such a friendship is rare,

You are lucky and do need to care.

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-Muskan Kumawat

Way to forever till our last breaths.

My idea of love is quite extraordinary and a bit complicated. I have spent my entire life thinking that some days I will have someone who will love me the way I love. I need that "someone" who will love every inch, every corner of me without getting bored. 

If on days I feel like not stepping out, or if I am having serious mood swings, you shall stay with me, pampering me, cuddling with me, and will hug me the tightest so that whatever I have been holding on I'll cry it out. 

My idea of love is simple. There is no place for materialistic things. I just need love. Only love. I crave love. But I need reassurance now and then so you better tell me that you love me, twice a day.

 I need you to hold my hands while we are walking on beaches, on roads, at the mall, everywhere possible. I repeat everywhere possible.

 

  I know it sounds a bit clingy but all I need is this clinginess and you. So why waste a single moment.

  

 I need your shoulders to lean on when we are on our way, be it on cabs, trains, buses, planes. I'll stick to your hands like an adhesive. You better bear that. I want to eat ice cream with you at 2 AM while teasing each other with our exes.

 I want you to dance with me while we are cooking and cleaning or doing anything. On some days I want you to kiss me till the roti gets charred and the cooker whistles.

I also want you to kiss me in the middle of the argument, I'll forgive you soon.

  I'll call out names to you only when we are together and it will be anything baby, Shona, Bacchu, betu, mamma everything that I love better; do not judge me okay. 

  

Hug me whenever possible. Hold on to me forever. 

If I fall all I will be needing you there to hold me, pick me up, and tell me that you love me and make me believe in my own potential.

If I am sick you better be there and care for me like your own child. 

And in return, I'll promise to only love you and love you more with each passing day till my last breath and till death do us apart.

-S. Aishwarya

Are we really celebrating the true essence of the colorful festival ?

Take a look at the festival from a different perspective; embrace and adapt the real hues of it.

 

The weather has become warmer, the sun sets a bit late, the birds can be heard chirping and you can't go out wearing yellow without attracting those tiny buzzing singers – it's that time of the year again when the "festival of colors" is nearing; spring is knocking at our doors.

 

Every year during holi we're reminded why we celebrate colors and why we should save water; amid all these reminders and selective wokeness we're still not able to understand the true meaning behind celebrating hues.

 

Every Holi we wish to clear the darks and color them gulaal but are we really able to do so which somewhere weaves inside our beings? Can gulaal really help with being the facade while we continue to wash it away with water just hours later?

 

As the festival of colors mark the beginning of the beautiful flower blooming season, let this also mark the beginning of something new in you, in your life. Talk to an old friend, clear the bad blood, text your dad, start a new book, forgive a wrong doer or take a step towards your own well-being. Endings are always beautiful when seen as a beginning to something new.

 

This Holi, drench yourself in colors of love, compassion and unity and celebrate the festival in its true sense – after all it's a celebration of triumph of good over evil, of gulaal over pastes. Don't let the waters of ego wash away the colors of forgiveness. Celebrate holi in it's true hues, embrace the essence of it in form of values and take a step towards picking the gulaal over the shiny silvery pastes.

 

Drink a glass of 'bhaang' and let your mind lose itself to the feeling of being free. Savor the taste of happiness in the form of a drink and embrace the various colors of the festival, of your life.

-Sanjana Pincha