"what happens to someone or what will happen to them in the future, especially things that they cannot change or avoid", this is how Oxford defines destiny.In some slighlty ornate words the law by Murphy, stands close to density .Doesn't it ? What is destiny anyway ? Who writes it for us? Do we constantly write our destiny with our karmas or does a power higher than all creation write it for us?
Shehnaaz planted a light feather like kiss st his chest, as she pushed her body closer to his, her bare chest touching his their legs entangled. She was so small so little, if looked from outside the duvet she could not be found.Her hands restef on his chest ,while he tucked behind her hair .She looked absolutely flushed from the love making. Sidharth smiled at form ,drawing her closer ,if that were possible he palced his lips on her forehead.
"Mera bachha...", he called. He didn't know if she was bright awake ,or half slept or fully slept.But her steady breath and easy ,relaxed body ,indicated that she was happy A smile crept across her face as he kissed her ,Sidharth felt the movement of lips across his chest.
"You okay ...na baby?", he questioned ,looking at the window that stood on the opposite wall .It was a moon lit night ,but the well lit Mumbai sky ,hardly left any charm for the moon,but the lovers of moon would still be mesmerized by it.Mumbaikars would often go to adjacent places in the country side ,or even to the far off palces in north to see the moon and starry nights.The glamour of the city could never replace the love for originality.
"Sidharth....",she said exaggerating the name,"thank you...",and she kissed his chest again.
He pushed her shoulders back to lift her face,making her look into his eyes, deep brown to black, his eye color ,Shehnaaz could never tell the exact color.
"I used to think I could never fall in love, at least I never expected to fall in love ,definitely not this way ...madly and irreversiblly ....thank you for making me fall in love with you..",she said placing her hands on his face.
Sidharth's eyes traveled from her face to her arm,he saw the cut,she had made.It had been many times that he had wanted to talk about it ,but his brain had failed him.This time, out of its own instinct ,his hand pulled her arm to him and slowly traced the healing wound ,left by the cut she had made in there, while Shehnaaz kept looking at him ,with soft eyes ,full of love and submission.
"This is from when I said all that?",he questioned ,of the wound was recent. Other than these ,he knew the scar tissue of the previous wounds,he had seen her carve out at her elbow.
She didn't answer, but turned to the other side ,still lying close to him.He kissed her on the neck.
"Shehnaaz...would you please promise me one thing,...", he felt her body stiffen at this, " i would not ask you to stop doing this....i know you don't like this...aise losing shit...but when your time comes and you would be healed...I know you would stop this....but till then just promise me that no matter how much of an ass anyone is to you ....and that includes me as well....you would not blame yourself....you can say fuck off to that anyone,but just don't bottle up on your emotions "
Mental health is a vital subject, often treated as a taboo topic ,discussed behind veils.However what is more important is that, when ever its discussed, dictums are passed ,judgements given. Definitely not all talk is bad one,but even in circumstances when people think they are being nice and doing the right kind of talk; they are actually being insensitive jerks.This is bad ,not like this,for how long, don't be hard on yourself, move on ,forgive others, don't overthink etc etc ,the list is long.But all these have one thing that makes them same,taking the moral hight grounds.Its often imperative to understand that people who face these issues ,know the issues.They know that overthinking is wrong and so are others ,but they don't have a stop to it.Its as simple as having cancer , you know you have got the disease ,but instead of being understanding and empathetic of your misery people tell you your cancer is bad.That is not how it works,that is not how it can work.
