The Anniversary

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
If you are an Indian octogenarian whose marriage was arranged by elders in his family then Maybe it's your story. Wait......Not maybe it is definitely your story. This will be a sensational experience i promise.

Submitted: May 03, 2017

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Submitted: May 03, 2017

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I had turned twenty eight that year . I was not married yet except to my career and job. My parents were worried about me and my future which was but natural as far as a middle class family in India was considered. It was not till this day when I met my friend from school at the railway station and his family of a quarter dozen of children and his beautiful wife that I began to picture myself with a beautiful lady and cute kids. I decided it that moment that I’ll marry very soon. I returned home in the evening only to see my mom and dad discussing something very seriously. When I asked them what it was all about; mother showed me a photo of a cute lady,who was in her early twenties I guessed. That picture talked to me a lot. I nodded my head to say yes. That was a sign of my approval . I walked towards my room without looking back at my mother. Her happiness knew no bounds. She had dreamt about it since long. I got married next month. She was just 18. I knew it before hand. But I was too enchanted by her beauty to think about ethics and values. But it was after some weeks of marriage that I began ridiculing myself for marrying someone a lot younger than me. I could never look into her eyes. She tried talking to me a many times but I never had any guts to confront her because I was always surrounded by the guilt. I would bathe in waters of guilt, rains no longer brought me joy;My soul was eating me; Pinching me every now and then; I was suffocating; but as time passed I began to cope with the circumstances. It was our marriage anniversary today. I was about to give her a gift a token of my love. We had never talked anything romantic since our marriage. But I loved her though I could never express it before her because of all the awkwardness. I sometimes felt as if I had purchased her youth with my wealth, and that feeling made me suffocate even more badly. I had tied her to the kitchen like a maid, and was more of a owner than her husband. I could never explain my situation to her maybe because she was too young for a matured talk I thought. But that day I was going to help her regain what I felt she had lost. I was about to let her recover all her dreams he youth her future as beautiful as she was. We were standing in front of Swami Vivekananda College of science. I can feel the perplexity in her head and heart. I smiled at myself. But I was afraid if the thing I was about to do would really make her happy. I met the principal and introduced my beautiful wife to her. I had already got all documents ready. And my wife used to be a bright student. Her admission was confirmed. All the time I was looking at her she was busy pretending to be normal. That made me fear more, did I make her happy. Or did I extinguish the flame that I felt was burning inside her heart. And when did it extinguish or did it never burn. My mind was full of questions all the questions that could be answered by no one else as satisfactorily as the girl sitting behind me on my bike could. But how do I put those questions in front of her, what if she feels that it was a favor done by her master to her. What if she confuses the love behind my action with a present for her punctuality, faithfulness, and devotion that she showed being my housemaid. I wished she answered those questions and I wished she loved me too. Over a speed breaker when the bike jumped she held me tight, and did not let me go as she usually did. I looked at her into the mirror of the bike. Our eyes met each other, she blushed and gripped my shoulder more tightly. She had hugged me tight. I could hear her sob. I stopped on the side of road and turned towards her . I wiped tears of her face. She was looking even more beautiful. “I love you Subha .” I said. She blushed. “I love you too.” I heard her whisper when I was about to kick start the bike. I had got my answer and that too in the best possible way. I had won today over my guilt over all that awkwardness. I had got her love.


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