Pooja looked out the window. The sun was trying to peek through the clouds. The landscape outside was a sight to behold. Everything covered with a beautiful white blanket of snow. As the sun hit the snow it glistened like beautiful diamonds.
Pooja always woke up a little earlier on weekends. She had a routine. She loved to enjoy her hot cup of ginger tea first thing in the morning and loved her quiet time. There were no kids to get ready for school, no breakfasts to be made this early, no packing lunches and not in any rush to get ready for work. She loved the slow pace of the weekends. She was a nature lover. Today she was just content looking out the window from her dining table since it was a cold and chilly winter morning. Though during spring ,summer and fall, she loved to sit out in the patio and admire the beauty around. The beautiful foliage, colorful flowers in their blooming glory and the birds singing their beautiful tunes was always something she looked forward to.
As she's going through whats to be done for the day, she realizes its February already. This is her favorite month, because Valentine's Day is in this month. She got married on Valentine's day. As wedding plans were being made the only thing on her wish list was to be married on this day. She got what she wanted. She was always a girl who believed in love stories, in love, in fairy tales, in happy endings, in prince Charming. Would even cry in the movies if the hero and heroine were separated. So in short she was hopelessly in love with the very idea of LOVE.
Pooja came from a very loving but conservative North Indian family. She finished her post graduation and landed a job in a prestigious software company. A month later Raj who is a South Indian joined this company as well. They soon become really great friends. They knew intuitively what each other was thinking, could even complete each other's sentences. They were happy when with each other and confided in each other. Around this time Pooja's family were looking for marriage alliances for her. Pooja somehow knew her conservative upbringing demanded her to go for an arranged marriage. She was still a dreamer nevertheless. But she had a desire to work on a project outside India before she was married and settled down.
Soon Pooja gets an opportunity to work in Paris. Around the same time Raj gets a great job offer in the US .They still keep in touch via email and frequent phone calls. Then the moment comes when they realize they really miss each other and had feelings for each other. As they say, Distance does make the heart grow fonder.
Now the big question was to convince the parents and the extended families. Two different cultures, different languages, so many barriers. Though both of them were raised and brought up in Mumbai. Now the people were watching, people were talking, some disagreements. Some excited, some not sure. But the good news was the parents on both the sides agreed eventually as more than anything that mattered to them was their love for their child. So Pooja and Raj get happily married on Valentine's Day. Their love marriage had a happy ending.
I wish and pray that all the love stories have a happy ending, which I know unfortunately do not happen. It's because people are so concerned about "Log Kya Kahenge" (What will people Say ? ) or 'Log Dekh rahe Hain !" (People are watching) .Wishing and hoping I get to see the day when the headlines of the national daily(TOI) doesn't talk about honor killing yet again. As you are reading this I wonder how many more stories are about to turn into tragedies or the girls/boys forced to get married against their wishes.
I'm sending this entry to the "Fifty-two weeks of 2013" project. This week's theme is " People Watching" .