Till Death Do Us Part

Beyond the meadows of right and wrong is a field, and I shall meet you there.

A simpleton but an extrovert, attention seeking but emotional, stubborn but compassionate, she was such a potpourri of a personality. She was amazing; lovable, adorable and someone who never seemed to acknowledge her own worth. That’s what made her so beautiful. She wasn’t the prettiest girl in pink out there, but she wasn’t bad either. And the best thing about her was the beauty that came from inside. No doubt, if you crossed her, she was your worst nightmare, but there was an intense beauty about those tantrums too. It was amazing to see how complicated her moods were. Happy now, angry the next minute and before you knew, crying. She was like this amazing slide show of all emotions a human is capable of and she pulled them off so well. Her mischievous smile could light up a dark day and tears in her big brown eyes had the power to make your eyes sting too. She was a marvel. Anyone would fall in love with her. And she, well she just loved and trusted too much.

No one really knew the story those big brown eyes had lived, giving her the treasure of emotions but she was pampered and showered with love and affection as a kid. She was a star, and she shone bright in the lives of everyone she touched. But that love never seemed to be enough. She needed more of it. A lot more of it. And then, things changed. Life got tougher, and as she grew up she grew to acknowledge hardships and struggle. She knew what broken families were like; and all she could pray for was a life better than what she had seen. All she wanted was a life full of love.

Life really did not have much value for her until he came along. She had survived a tempest and now she wanted to sail the calm seas, ride on the waves of real love and be at peace. To her, he seemed to be just the one. How could anyone be so perfect? How was that tiny heart of hers able to love so much? She did not know the answers to these questions but she knew she was looking ahead to some good times. Love, the real kind, had finally snaked its way into her heart and molten it from within. What would she not do for him? He was the light at the end of a dark tunnel and she was hypnotized as she walked towards him.

Except for he wasn’t the light. He was the monster; and she still walked on closer to him in a daze. She was blinded by the love she felt for him; so much that she didn’t even realize that he was not the one who would carry her far away into seas of joy riding on the breeze of love but he was the angry vicious wave who would soon bang her to the rocky shore, not just once but again and again till she wouldn’t be able to ever stand up again. He always wanted to break her. He lived for the day when he would see her drift off into the nothingness from where she would never return. He killed her soul and left her to die. And she always let him.

As she withers in pain in front of me right now, her life slipping away by the second; I sense her recalling every moment of a life bygone and I wish there was a way to know if she would do something different if she got another shot at life. As if the pain in my eyes was a question enough, she takes a deep raspy breath, looks me in the eye and huskily whispers “Till Death Do Us Part” closing her eyes ever so gently, with a tear hanging on to her eyelashes, and her drifting away into a land where I hope, wish and pray she finds peace.

RIP