Its amusing how you can look into the mirror and stare at the eyes of a perfect stranger standing ahead of you. They were Soul Mates, how and when did he change so much ?
His ways, God's ways are mysterious, and how and why he makes you meet some people, is a rather huge mystery.
Why had she ever met him, why had she smiled at him at the first meet, why had she waiting just for "one" sight of him. why had she given up everything for him, why had she fallen for him? AT ALL? The worse that he could get.
It seemed so perfect when they got married. All that her eyes could see was how madly he loved her, like each cell of their bodies had decided to be tied unto each other till eternity. Like, only.
Now was different. She had now been broken. With the innumerous ways in way she had been abused, not just physically by him, but even mentally. The burns, marks, injuries, cuts told a story of how pathetic each night with a monster had become.
He would be drenched in alcohol. She would be beaten, kicked, abused, accused. Protest? It was out of question.She was the wife, she had to "endure".
It was now , a tad-bit too late, even the brain refused to cooperate, and finally, like many an unknown face, she decided to give in.
It was that fine, cold, February night, she burnt herself, and shut the case of another grief-stricken wife, with undying love STILL in her heart.
Where she lay in eternal sleep, she still loved him, the Angel turned into a monster, like a dying man loves his life.
With shivering hands her friend tore her note- "I could have tolerated if the injuries were only on my body .. too bad, now they're on my heart. Goodbye."
Just felt like writing after reaally long. I guess I really did miss Blogger.