She spent ten tumultuous years getting over a teenage love, and the next decade getting over her first and what turned out to be only love.
She had buried this fact deep into her soul and so never realized that all she was doing was trying to forget him.
One day like Snow White a kiss by a prince woke her up from the self induced coma. Yet despite the prince's sincere intentions - and those are what counts in fairy tales to perform miracles - he could never be her Prince . Because only the true Prince knew how to kiss her lips till they were bruised with engorged blood and until the ground would disappear from underneath. Only her Prince had the strength to carry her for miles in his arms and only he could rise out of the sea looking like the statue of Adonis come to live ... When she awoke and the last strands of the fog blew away all the bad memories had faded and the good times came to life even more vividly and it suddenly struck her that in all the years she assumed she was unlucky with men she was in truth setting herself up for failure by trying to find him again in another man's eyes when there was and never will be any man like her Man, Prince and King of her soul...
If you found and lost your soulmate once would you have the chance to get him back again ?
The pain seared through her heart and shot through her brain when it dawned on her that she was looking now at a dark precipice - a lifetime needed to get over that loss again. Like the tide and the waves and the song she loved so much the pain webbed and flowed.
Ten years to find out he was always "THE ONE" and to finally admit it so simply how could this happen? Ironically it took him ten years to bridge the gap and grow into the person she knew and predicted he was destined to be, but she was so old now and there was hardly any time left, and he was married...
“love is different than marriage, my love ! Love is forever and ONLY YOU have and will always have my love” - he whispered but she wanted his love and his flesh.
If she were not Muslim she would at least have the solace to believe in reincarnation and another chance....why was life playing such games with her ?
In a flash 30 years would have passed and her life would have gone by without a moment of peace or happiness.... is there a silver lining ? he mentioned wanting to sire a child? Would she accept a polygamous marriage? the prospect of dying without consuming their love was a black hole and she would accept such a marriage to him...
To have the next ten years with him would be perfect but did she have ten years to live still? Only God knew the answer !
Note and question to readers: this is part of my upcoming novel - very first draft so lots of editing , can you help me choose a name for the heroine? the only condition is that it hails from the Middle East or North Africa!
"You wondered how you'd make it through. I wondered what was wrong with you. Because how could you give your love to someone else, yet share your dreams with me? Sometimes the only thing you're looking for, is the one thing you can't see." Vanessa Williams
A few months ago I was watching the trailer for the movie Dear John which is an adaptation of the a novel by Nicholas Sparks of the same name. I remember making a note to myself that it is something I wanted to watch. Then I came across the book itself when transiting through one of the airports in the Middle East recently and decided to buy it.
It is only when I bought that I realized that this was the same author as among other things The Notebook, Nights in Rodanthe, A walk to remember, and for me the utterly famous and heart wrenching Message in a Bottle. Once again I found myself enjoying the tragic drama in the story and somehow being disappointed that there is no happy ending. There never is in his novels.
I've read a criticism of his genre here , and I understand where the author of the article is coming from but I think that if there was no market or need for such stories and if they did not exist then they would not be written. These novels seem to talk about nobility of love and character akin to a Greek tragedy that take you beyond the grave. Reading his books does make one cry at the inevitable and I guess it must be a tribute to his writing skills regardless if people may think that the story is a cliche. I read those books never realising they were by the same author, but only liked the story and what it represented.
There is also a Hindi movie with a vaguely similar theme as the Notebook, which I find myself relentlessly drawn to watch every time.
All this makes me wonder is the fate of LOVE to be torn apart physically yet bound together spiritually forever ? if so then this is indeed very sad and mortals like me will never have a chance at happiness !
I've shared with you my favourite Valentine card and also my first and most memorable Valentine day. For fourteen years, through hail, snow, rain, sandstorms and long distance he never failed to remember me in some special way on Valentine. I knew this year he would not as my extremely cold replies have finally put some reason into him and he has promised to stop calling me. He needs to think of his wife and not ghosts of love gone bye. I hope their marriage can now flourish.
Fifteen years already - can't believe it's been so long, yet I still feel so young ?
Quality Street Chocolate have a special place in my heart since my childhood years. Those were the chocolates that visitors would bring with them or that we would take with us when we visited someone's house. So it was a treat.
The thing is I did not like all the chocolates in the box. I had my favourites and this is how they were classified :
The green triangle
The toffee finger
The toffee penny
The purple one
The chocolate toffee cup
The rest I did not really care about much. Some have been removed to be replaced by others.
Then as I grew older one flavour stood out and I found myself when offered chocolates diving for the purple one ( maybe because they replaced the brazil nut with hazelnut ?) and actually asking for another one. I'm thinking the Nestle people have laced it with some kind of drug , because most people I know now all want the purple one... . I wished that they would make the whole box with individually wrapped purple ones ! How weird to see my wish come true today....
I was happily shopping for tuna fish at the supermarket when Pearl screamed 'mummy I want this !'
My eyes alighted on a giant purple Quality street chocolate for sale! A larger version of my favourite flavour in a box of similar ones...Those people in marketing have really cornered the market ! They must have listened to people's wishes or to the results of the voting campaign: 'what's your favourite?'
The size of the purple one is quite generous and for once I feel satisfied with the taste that I have been craving for so long. DIVINE.
The tag my purple one is catchy and a bit corny too .Of course the wrapper being my favourite colour has nothing to do with it :P
This is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents in this blog either are the product of the author’s imagination or are stories from the readers used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.