Anjali’s mobile was filled with WhatsApp message wishing her a “happy anniversary”. It had been a year since the time she and her childhood friend, Bharat had tied a knot. Bharat had planned for a surprise second honeymoon to Kodaikanal for their first anniversary… the warm gesture as it was by itself, Bharat always knew her better then she knew herself.
The warm cozy bed of the Kodaikanal hotel room, a nice handsome and caring husband next to her, an enjoyable job to suit her profile, ‘happily married’ for a year… what more could a girl ask for?
Anjali was very happy with the relationship… a relationship that had slowly matured from friendship to love and then to marriage. She and her hubby Bharat had studied in the same college. They knew each other very well before they decided to get into the relationship of marriage – forever.
Anjali sat on the bed meticulously thanking all her friends and relatives who had messaged her. Bharat was still in deep slumber….his hands still lay cuddled around her. Cautiously, not trying to wake him up, she moved his hands away from hers and slowly walked into the balcony…the view was breathtaking. The pleasant mountains, greenery and a large man-made lake made it look very elegant. The fresh air and a soothing morning rays of the sun…she was on cloud nine.
Suddenly, she came back to reality when she remembered that she had to pack her bags,.. It was the last day of their trip and they had to head back home. All the goodness that was filled within suddenly changed… She was pushed back to reality. Coming back to reality…the day to day life is not always easy… never, if you are to come back to ‘your’ house, which you still don’t feel as yours.
Like any other Indian family, Anjali was living with Bharat and his parents. Back to reality meant coming back to the everyday hustle-bustle. She felt a ting of guilt prick her, when she felt bad about coming back ‘home’. She had no regrets about her marriage, nor did she have any complaints about her in-laws. They never interfered into her work, they never even had any demands from her. Then what was it that made her feel bad to come back home?
Nothing actually…but then, there was a sudden emptiness in her, when she thought of home
Home…her in-laws place, what not she always wanted to live. They were not demanding, neither were they ruthless…but then Anjali always wanted to live a free life.
She wanted to wake up at the time she felt wanted to…she wanted to cuddle with Bharat everyday- just like the way they did when they were in this hotel room. She wanted to cook, only if she felt like cooking…she wanted her hubby to eat what she had prepared, she wanted to dance freely to the song of music early in the morning. She wanted to sing from the bottom of her heart… not bothering to know that there were some eyes constantly judging her. She felt like she was being judged for every move of hers. Though nobody had commented anything about her ways, she did not feel at ‘home’ since the time she had got married. Her thoughts then drifted to the time when she was single. Her house… which she was supposed to call ‘my mom’s place’ was so much more like a home to her. Though it was not as materialistically comfortable as Bharat’s house, she still felt nice there… She wanted to run back, hug her mother and say that she wanted to come back… but who will listen to her? Everybody knows that she is in a ‘happy marriage’. She had no complains… there is no stone unturned by Bharat to keep her happy.
A sudden jolt from behind surprised her and brought her back to the reality she was in … It was Bharat… hugging and cuddling her.
“happy anniversary sweet heart…It is one down…Forever to go’…’Love you sooooo much’
As she stood hugging him, all those negative feelings that had filled her heart a few moments ago vanished into thin air. She felt like she could conquer the whole world just for the sake of his precious love.
‘Love you too darling… I am always yours ….FOREVER…’ she said with a broad smile on her face.