Dear Life, Hold On!
Just as I was thinking about writing something, A familiar feeling sorrounded me. My mind traced back to years from now. How familiar that time felt, yet felt as I was watching someone else life reel playing before me. Was it really me ? I couldnt believe so. Looking back, What and Who was I ? Am I still the same ?? Looks like I have changed, such that I cannot at places believe that would have been Me.
When talked about years back, It never fails to remind me of My wedding, The time which seemed to fly very soon, So many times I wanted to hold on to it, knowing it wont come back again - The freshness, the innocense, the bloom of a new relationship. And Just when I thought Life was fair, Z had to go back to Canada, which was always supposed to happen, for which our minds were quite prepared, Or were They ??? It reminds me of The lonely time I spent waiting for my Visa with anguish and envy. ” My greeting to the fortunate Country (Canada), who has for its daily companion the Man, I hold closest to my Heart’ I would think. Truly, What days were those, Filled with anticipation and anxiety, relishing every second I was blessed to spend with my parents and also hating every second I was far from Z. If I would have told you I enjoyed as well as Hated my (waiting) time back then, you wouldnt believe me, But that was/is True, more than truth itself.
I feel a tear trickling down my cheek. Why am I crying ? Is It a silent thanks to Allah for finally uniting us, Or Is it in regret that I was so much hungry for Z’s presence that I couldn’t enjoy my parents company ? Or Is it because I am simply a Human - Never satisfied, always finding faults/flaws … !!!
‘Patience brings Greater Rewards’ - they say. ‘Easier said than Done’ - I reply.
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