To All Married Couples and Singles Who Intend To Get Married When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.

Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man!

That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; I had lost my heart to a lovely girl called
Dew. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, 30% shares of my company and the car. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly.

Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did
not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a months time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.. She requested that everyday for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy.

Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said
scornfully. My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy.. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset..

I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest.. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what
I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. Suddenly it hit me; she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart.

Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head. Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mum out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife
gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office… jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind… I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished. Then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I
won’t divorce.. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other any more.. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death does us apart.

Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote:
‘I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart’

The small details of our lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, the property, the bank balance that matters. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for
each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!

If you don’t share this, nothing will happen to you, but if you do, you just might save a marriage.

Relationships are made not to exploit, not to be broken.
We teach some by what we say
We teach some more by what we do
But we teach most by what we are

You don’t get to choose how you are going to die, or when, but, you can decide how you are
going to live, here and now.

“My opinion may have changed, But not the fact that I am Right”

They send me stories. They send me jokes. They send me examples and information on humanity on life on attitude. They send me because they feel and desire goodness. All that they send has positivity and impression contained within words and visuals. Visuals to make us better individuals. To make this world a better place.

There must be so much compassion in them to be able to do and think to do what they do. They do it without provocation or any compulsion. They feel they need to share with others what they have shared and liked. Each day in every way they search and discover ways and means to give out to the rest of the cyber world a truth, a discipline, a recommendation. We accept it and admire its content enough to forward it on to others - on posts and face books and twitter and web sites. We are good people that disseminate good ideals, thoughts and words. We try to bring a smile on those that may have lost it. We try to bring reason in those that dwelled unreasonably. We try to alienate suffering and despair from those that cannot find a path to do so. We are from the same planet, from the same world, from the same universe.

We are from the same planet, same world, same universe that devises destruction and hatred. That harbors ill will for our own kindred and kind. We are the same that differentiates, that builds boundaries, that stipulates regimentation for apparent good but allows its misuse and misguidance.

What are we then ? How can this hypocritical aversion be explained ?

If we are all derived from the same divinity, how does that divinity build us thus ? Did divinity build us or we divinity ? Who has made a mistake ? Is it a mistake at all ? Or was it willed to be so ?

We are humans of the world. We are them with strengths and weaknesses. We spend a limited lifetime in finding answers. And we leave without answering all of them. That is ordained. That is final.

For, if we had all the answers, would we really be here. And if we did, what would we do with a life without questions ? Ha.. Imagine this keyboard that I type on having all the numericals that we invented, all the alphabets that we speak with, all the exclamations that our speech needs beautifully etched on attractive square buttons - AND … the button which carries the emblem for question (?) missing…

Methinks I have slept too much.. excess of anything brings deprivation. I am not used to rest. Perhaps my interpretation of rest is work. Perhaps I should be occupied with it endlessly. Perhaps that is not something desirable and perhaps that shall not be possible either in perpetuity. But no harm in talking about it. No harm in entertaining it as a thought. Who knows it may happen. Work that one enjoys could never kill you would it ? And even if it did, would it not be a wonderful way to go. Who knows ?

Thank heavens for this little mercy. This attachment with fellow lovers, this blog, this family of devotees. Thank the Lord for giving us the ability to form words and letters. Thank Him for loading us with a master computer that thinks and acts and reacts and makes decisions and constructs ideas for us. Thank Him for a heart that breathes and feels affection and kindness. And thank you Lord for giving me the opportunity of company.

Ok.. enough of philosophy and theology.. lets be us again..

T20 Finals tomorrow !! What a disappointment that India lost out, but what an amazing surprise that Sri Lanka and Pakistan are in the finals. Who would have ever thought this would be the final judgement. Destiny has many smart moves and it will play one of them out tomorrow.

There is here, an element of divine justice being meted out. Sri Lanka, on a visiting tour of Pakistan attacked by terrorists and forced to abandon tour and game. Pakistan, bearing the brunt of that embarrassment and the decision by the International bodies to remove it as a venue for the upcoming World Cup. Sri Lanka, coming away from near unscathed injury of violence. Pakistan, coming away scathed by their non inclusion in the IPL2. Tomorrow, both coming together to fight for supremacy in the game of cricket T20, on a world platform in London at Lord’s, the birth place of the game.

It does not matter who wins. The eventual winner will be the sport !! Destiny has strange ways. Tomorrow’s game shall be much like a Hindi potboiler. A screenplay etched by the greatest writer of them all. Produced and directed by HIS great retinue. It has had a beginning a middle and an end, much like any good story for film or drama. And tomorrow it shall deliver at the box office, a divine poetic justice within three hours !!

Have you had dinner yet ? I feel somewhat hungry now.. strangely ! And so I shall rummage, while many of you slumber. Sweet dreams… mine have been obnoxious lately !! Ha.. probably deserve it..

My love as ever ..