I have known this beautiful dusky hero, Vaishakhi for long now and her stunning take on how love can still exist in this world of unpredictable reflections, spell bounds me.
Having seen her coming out of much emotional turbulence, I am glad to pen down her story and enlighten you with moving reality bites. So we spared few minutes and went out for a coffee date to dig deep into her past. Surprisingly we came across many of her heroic moments, which she passed unaware.
While after sipping over her favorite cappuccino, she professed; “Even though I have had my share of heartbreaks and one broken marriage, I am still a strong believer of love and committed companionships.” The visible hopeful stride in her eyes had me question “What has your stand on love so stringent?” .“I have been in love once and it is definitely worth experiencing again.” tittered as she voiced it to me.
In a jest to enlighten me with well lived lessons through her experience, she continued;
“I met my ex husband during university elections. The election period as considered to be the most cerebral time, made us meet many enthusiasts together. We both were supporting the same party and our interaction started out with a spark. Everything seemed destined for us. We kept bumping into each other and with mutual exchange of glances every time, we had let the attraction speak louder. As fiery young blood at the age of 21, the love was all pure and unidirectional. We had passion, loyalty and high desires to be together”
“Like any other couple, we had differences too. If few things were rosy one time, few were certainly prickly the other. We had our love repress the incompatible situations and we managed to sail through three years. With enough proofs of us sticking around even after many odds, we decided to marry. Our belonging to separate communities had raised a different league of issues, but anyhow convinced our families and got married. Things could be felt falling in place when we had just started to live together.”
“After few months, his family’s non acceptance of me started to brew up visibly. Our incompatibilities cropped up timely too but the strength to fight them had gone. The passion, the fire and the drive were all fading”
With such a sudden drift in her story, I asked her own assumed reasons which led to the break in her relationship.
“Particular loopholes cannot be really pinned down. I know I had lost myself as a strong and a free woman that I used to be. I somehow started to have myself dependent on him and hence tried to work my marriage out inevitably. Things never seemed to conclude fruitful and with passing days, the relationship started to become abusive mentally and physically. Since I fought my parent’s notion of not getting married to him, the self assumed pressure of retaining my marriage’s stability was high. I slogged the courtship with all my might and adjustments for four years. Keeping everything in mind, my emotional investment along with, divorce was probably the most redundant decision.”
Before she told me about the key instance that led her to walking out of her marriage, I could feel how recalling faded memories of a terrible past still had her in shivers. Much teary eyed, she continued;
“I have always had my foot down to be a pillar for him. Everything, from disappointments to thanklessness was acceptable to me until one day, one moment to be precise, which changed my stand of sticking by him.I remember very clearly, it was 2 in the morning when the fight reached to the edge of great violence. He had hit me and called me a prostitute. I had started working to support him and being called a prostitute for the same was not acceptable after much effort put. I rushed to the washroom bleeding and howled as loud as I could. Not even my helpless cries could evoke the lost emotions in him. I called my best friend and decided to file for a divorce”
“I held onto my grounds of divorce after 4 long years, taking along the revolting thoughts of my no acceptance back by the family or of facing judgmental views by many Indian families. Since time is precious, my life is precious. I collected my pieces and got up to fight all alone if possible. Surprisingly my family supported and we together with our forces reached the desired solution of separation. The fight was hard but it was better to come out rather than to live slow deaths every day. I started to focus on myself finally and had left the remaining on karma. I am now happy being at a place where I am and hope he is at a better place as well.”
Haven’t we all come across those times where thinking about others has had us face the maximum trouble? Don’t you think Vaishakhi’s decision of divorce, keeping all the thoughts and judgments at bay, heroic itself?
Would you want to know more about her inspiring journey post divorce and how she is doing exceedingly well on every front ?
Stay tuned.