For now, it seems that my marriage of five months is over. I head back to Mumbai tonight. I do and do not know whether it was my fault. I also do and do not know what went wrong.
This knowing-unknowing is the very worst part of heartbreak.
It is unfortunate that I did not get to celebrate my first anniversary in poetic, tingly Delhi winter. And that my marriage ended just when the clouds got lyrical and gauzy.
But there are many things I learnt in and from Delhi. And most times, when I say, Delhi, I mean my soon-to-be-ex-husband.
I learnt to drive. Maybe a couple more failed marriages and I will learn to park and reverse and then I’ll be set for life.
I learnt to marvel at the intrepid guts of workers who trudge along in heat. The perspicacity is humbling.
I learnt to steel my fragile ego from the withering looks of auto-people.
I learnt the shayraana of clouds against ruins.
I learnt to love simple generosities of simple folk in a Noida bus.
I learnt that I embody the bard’s pithy truism - that I love too much but not too well.
I learnt that intuition is not necessarily gas in the tummy.
I learnt that when the promise of the mountain tops fade away, the aegis of the sea beckons.
I hope Bombay wants me back.
This knowing-unknowing is the very worst part of heartbreak.
It is unfortunate that I did not get to celebrate my first anniversary in poetic, tingly Delhi winter. And that my marriage ended just when the clouds got lyrical and gauzy.
But there are many things I learnt in and from Delhi. And most times, when I say, Delhi, I mean my soon-to-be-ex-husband.
I learnt to drive. Maybe a couple more failed marriages and I will learn to park and reverse and then I’ll be set for life.
I learnt to marvel at the intrepid guts of workers who trudge along in heat. The perspicacity is humbling.
I learnt to steel my fragile ego from the withering looks of auto-people.
I learnt the shayraana of clouds against ruins.
I learnt to love simple generosities of simple folk in a Noida bus.
I learnt that I embody the bard’s pithy truism - that I love too much but not too well.
I learnt that intuition is not necessarily gas in the tummy.
I learnt that when the promise of the mountain tops fade away, the aegis of the sea beckons.
I hope Bombay wants me back.
Comments
Bombay I hear looks best in the rainy season :) , dont worry , and this too shall pass:)
And all the very best :)
So even though I have never met you, I feel a connection :), i don't think i am making any sense.
But anyways.
I really hope that this article is an extract from some novel u read and not a reality.
I am praying.
Ran into your blog from your great post "Save the male child" and have been a regular. I, too, hope that this is some kind of imaginary situation- the eternal optimist I am not, though this time I am hoping for the positive. Best wishes and take care
-altoid
I just spoke to her, and things are fine. It was just a small zagda between husband n wife..nothing serious.
-pravin
I'm sorry to comment for the first time on this blog at such a time.. but I have sailed in the same waters as you..
Courage and Fortitude will help and yes family too..
This is a nice blog..
Hope things improve.
Cheers
z
You must be the most callous monster to comment the way you have. While Mukta has the right to bare or conceal what she chooses to, it doesn't give you the right to be judgemental. This is the pitfall of blogging - insensitive people like you commenting.
Just take care.
regards,
asuph
Some things are worth fighting for no matter what any one else says. The world is full of advice good and not so good. At the end of the day one only has oneself to face. Life was never meant to be easy, was it? real happiness is well ;) you know how to find that you cant buy it its for free.
Chin up stiff upper lip cherrio and tut tut