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Nostalgia – New Life’s First Home

 


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Looking at her pedometer she thought ‘Just few more steps; only few more‘ panting heavily. Few more rounds at jogger’s park will make her as well the walking device happy. She was in the last leg of her walk, when a glance inside an open window reminded her something. Something that happened in another life it seems….

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Newly wedded she entered his house, clad in the best designer gowns.

Eyes searching for a familiar face, from the crowd; in this alien place.

Many were gathered to see, the new bride – ‘bahu‘, ‘dulhan‘ now her names.

Empty walls, long faces; not a single smile – ‘Have I done a mistake?’ asks her worried mind!

Left her life, comfort, family, job behind; for him & his LOVE with all perks combined.

Different rituals, unalike customs, contrasting place! Missed her home, comforts of the familiar embrace.

Long veil & Nine yards; her new friends – with a promise to never apart.

Few more days and she will be a bird out of this Golden cage;

Craving to soar high! Breathe, breathe & breathe in the independent delight.

Counting every single day, she knew this is going to end soon. A Big city, home sweet home; away from this chaos, drapes & veil.

No more forced smiles, or nodding to words she can’t comprehend. No more unsolicited advises & lists of Do’s & Don’ts.

But the last few days made her realize, this is a home too; with a different lifestyle.

Clothes, customs, language can vary; but the heart inside is still the same – parents LOVE never change.

Finally LAST day has arrived; she hugged her loved ones and taken them by surprise!

Never happened in this house before – that a ‘bahu’ touched feet and hugged her Saas (Mother-in-Law)” told her better half with a wink & smile.

I am the answer to her prayers; a DAUGHTER she always wanted to bear’. She replied & brushed off tears – missing those Green painted empty walls & FAMILY left behind.

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Reaching home she dialed a number – called her Maa and talked like forever. Now changed into a business suit, clicked a selfie to send with a note – I Miss You Maa & Papa. She still wears NINE yards and take veils, when visit them every once in a while. But now LOVE is the factor, not any empty ritual or a custom that it claims.

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© Dipika Singh (gleefulblogger)

17 thoughts on “Nostalgia – New Life’s First Home

  1. apki har post kahin na kahin kisi na kisi se relate karti hai, inface har kisi se thoda bahut hi sahi per related rehti hai 👍👍
    Bahut accha likhty ho 😍😍🤗🤗

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