Wanted A Suitable Boy for a 27-Year Old Woman!!! Part-2

A few months ago I wrote about my meeting with a suitable bania boy to discuss a marital alliance. I had reservations…which have since long been dispelled. Marriage to me meant a coming together of shared dreams and hopes; it was a result of deep-rooted affection for each other and the fulfillment of the promise made to each other. Like hell!!! It meant that to me…I had grown up on a staple diet of mills and boon novels. I realized belatedly, much to my horror and my parents’ delight that I had just memorized these things and had begun believing in them.

So, as I said, I now stand corrected. I now understand that marriage is well marriage. You can’t define it. Anyway, for me the famed “Enlightenment” took place on January 20, 2008.

I was introduced to Mr. Boy From a Decent Bania Family Who is Well-Educated Earns a Package of 17 Lacs and Has a House of His Own. That’s just the “poor” guy’s first name. If I get down to the last name, I will have to continue the post in my next blog!!!

Anyway, I went to the parlour and beautified myself…put on a nice formal suit and sat prettily in my parents’ bedroom. It was freezing and I wasn’t even wearing a shawl…Why, I think I would have looked like a hag with one. My parents had bought snacks worth thousands to welcome our guests. My entire clan was dressed in their best clothes. The servants of the house seemed to be on a high…for god knows what reason. Anyway, some time must have passed, when yours truly was sent for.

I entered and spotted three men-1) an elderly man with a benevolent smile who sat next to my uncle (Did I mention there were close to 20 of my relatives in the drawing room in addition to the eight guests we had? Our rather spacious living room had not looked more cramped ever!) 2) A bespectacled man who was dressed casually and smartly; and 3) A short bespectacled guy who was dressed as if he had come to a wedding with his head bent down looking anywhere but at me (I silently prayed that this would not be the Mr. Boy From a Decent etcetera etcetera.)

Alas! If wishes were horses! Well, the guy had definitely dressed to kill. I apologize for the snide comments but I have not been able to get over the gold watch and embroidered suit yet. I said hi and the guy responded by nodding his head. I sat between Mr so and so’s mother who seemed like a nice lady and his very attractive and pleasant sister-in-law. My could-be MIL went straight for the kill and asked me if I knew how to cook. I answered in the affirmative.(I can cook anything under the sun except for chapattis after referring a recipe book.) I then turned to chat up the young attractive woman who was an engaging conversationalist. All this while, Mr so and so just sat there with an invisible finger on his lips.

Meeting A (Suitable) Boy!!!

One of my aunts suggested that Mr and I should go to the other room and get to know each other. The guy rose with almost a prayer on his lips! Please refer the picture to the right. We were as comfortable as this. The guy who was a manager in a top MNC was shivering while talking to me. I was scared that any moment he would cry RAPE!!! Probably, his mother was scared for her son’s safety as well. She did not waste a moment to join us in the room.

Anyway, it was as if I was interviewing the guy. He would only open his mouth to answer my questions. I asked him to describe himself as a person. He said “well, you are looking at me aren’t you. You can judge for yourself.” Now, maybe it’s just me. But, I do find it a little difficult to do a character assessment by simply looking at somebody. Anyway, I asked him what his expectations were from his partner. The prompt reply was “There are many.” I waited for him to elaborate. He did not say so in so many words. But the gist was he wanted somebody was traditional yet modern, broad-minded yet happy to be home, and should necessarily be homely and attractive (I think he did not realize that these were antonyms…actually, his English was a little, actually a lot weak…but, that is hardly, oh all right, not that big a problem!) I asked him if I would be allowed to wear western wear after our marriage and I thought the guy just suffered a mini heart attack. He sounded absolutely scandalized when he said well, maybe you can wear suits…but western wear…

His mom shared all her son’s fears, it seems. She asked me and my mother at least 5 times, if I would wear saris after marriage. In fact, since my parents were absolutely smitten with the Mr and his family, I told my parents I was ready to marry Mr Wonderful.

My father called our well-educated CA boy’s father. He had the same apprehensions as his wife and son. They thought I was too “modern”! They asked my father to make it very clear to me that I would have to give up my job and that I would have to guess what…wear saris…after my marriage.

Apparently, my parents still saw no reason as to why I had suddenly become so adamant about saying I did not share the same feelings for the guy as them.However, they continue to fall deeper and deeper in love with Mr Extraordinary.

Why did I say no? Would I have said yes if the guy was more smartly dressed? Would a better person than me completely ignore the gold watch and the lack of sophistication? Heck, I am myself as clumsy as they come…what the hell do I know about sophistication?…and clothes…do they really maketh a man…I have realized that I am quite vain and immature. So, bring on the next suitable guy…and I’ll just…well…I’ll just put an end to my stupidity.

The Snapshots

In the past three years, all of us have gone on to create a new set of memories with a new set of friends. Some of us have continued to be friends with each other, while some have lost touch. I don’t want to hold on to my friends, but I will hold on to the memories. I won’t let go. I don’t want to live in the past, but I do want to cherish certain warm moments.

For those of us, who have not been able to nurture our relationship, I am positive our paths will cross. I want to take this opportunity to apologize for anything I might have done or said to upset you. I hope that when we meet, we can each bring an affectionate smile for the other on our faces.

I recently read somewhere that all of us experience certain moments in our lives that remain frozen in our memory forever. I just realized how true that is.

Aks: 1) You and I went to buy Rash’s birthday gift to GK. The cab ride to Kalkaji, the auto ride to GK, the burger at Mac Donald’s, and then getting totally soaked in the rain. Waiting at length for an auto to agree to let us board. When we reached office, people stared coz there was absolutely no rain in Okhla!!! You and I were the only ones who were soaking wet. :D

2) Minerva balcony, it was late evening. There was very little light in the balcony. You and I just sat dreaming with open eyes about all four of us staying together. I just kept my head on your shoulders. And we yakked and yakked and yakked. Aks, thanks for my KODAK moment, also one of my “breathless” moments, Ash knows about it. I’ll tell you guys about it some time. Sweetheart, I am really proud of you for having realized your dream.

Ash: Each of the times you have called me “paaji” and I have called you “baby” and “Ashu.” Love you baby. The first time I baked a cake for Rash’s birthday, you just came and hugged me and said “it was so tasty paaji. Mere liye cake kab banaoge?” i haven’t baked a cake for you exclusively yet. but I will.

Ayush: 1) kyabolu tujhe. Tu ekdam pagal hai. At seed, you kept on poking fun at yourself. I asked you one night why you were so critical of yourself and you confided in me about everything. It felt great that you could trust me. I remember every word that you spoke bhai. Thanks for saying that I am your sister.

Neha: Chauki dhaani. That one day you taught me to let go of my inhibitions and just be myself. Every moment spent dancing in the rain with the folk dancers, in that keechad, taking pictures on the machaan is so fresh that I can touch it.

Rash: J love you lots honey. One moment…and I remember what you wore...the white khadi kurta I picked up from GK. On our way back from jaipur, you just looked at me with all the gussa that I can imagine in your eyes, yet all the love that I have ever heard in any one’s voice, you said “aur mere saath to tu baithi bhi nahi.” I just got up and sat beside you. This snapshot makes me feel precious.

Saleem: The one snapshot that has me in splits. Of you taking on Moon…I mean honestly, Ididnot think that anybody could give that woman a taste of her own medicine. Except you Saleem. When I saw you argue with Moon about your point of view, the last day when all of us were selected, I was laughing inside at Moon’s plight. You do stand by your principles and for your self respect. I think it’s truly amazing.

Shikha: 1) hahah…I think I have to mention your birthday debacle here…itne pyar se wo cake laaye the :D

2) my Kodak moment with you shikhs was the Virtual Learning presentation that we made. I was shivering. You just looked at me and said “darne se kya hoga. Kar legi”. And I did it. J Like I always say tu meri unpaid psychiatrist hai. Practice mat chodio…abhi patientkailaaj baaki hai.

Guys I know that this may be an overdose of sentimentality. But it was really important for me to share this with you. Happy anniversary once again my happy tree friends (I think our friendship starts from the big fat tree in SEED).

Happy Third Anniversary Sparks

May 31, 2005, SEED, Sainik Farms, Dekhi

It was around nine in the night. I was nervous as hell...I was going to stay away from my family for 2 months for the first time in my life. I had taken up my first proper job. I believed I had to be the dumbest brunette on the block (I had copper colored highlights)…

I finally entered the complex…I was so nervous my heart was jumping inside my body. I had not eaten my dinner properly and my parents had bought me a pizza. I walked past a few people who were sitting together in the cafeteria. I saw everybody smiling and laughing and my heart sank…I asked myself if I would even be able to bring myself to say hello. Some of these people went on to become my dearest friends.

I found myself sitting alone in a room thinking about what I should be doing. A few minutes later, a pretty girl knocked on my door. She had the surliest expression I have ever seen and I was so scared as it is…Now scary woman aka Shikha is my rock star pal…but then...

A few moments later a little girl with a very very squeaky voice (I think we know who we are talking about :P ) entered the room with two other girls. I had already met one of the girls at NIIT during my interview. She had this air of innate confidence that comes from having “been there –done that”. This was Neha. The other girl looked like someone you could not help being friends with. She had wild hair and looked as lost as I thought only I could be :D This was Rash.

Ash received a phone call on her cell from somebody called Ayush. He was asking her if all of us wanted to go downstairs. Everybody said yes. This was the most fun I had had in my life yet.

I was introduced to 5 guys and a girl who sat with them. All these people sat under a huge tree. People had begun poking fun at each other. I would have felt a little out of place but there was rash with her lost expression and big wide eyes. She sat next to me. And I talked nineteen to the dozen only with her. There were Aks, Ayush, Saleem, Arnab, and the girl was Sunaina. Would you believe it, I thought Sunaina and Arnab were siblings!!!! The smiles, the jokes, everything still rings in my ears…I can relive each moment with closed eyes.

This is where all of us met. This is the beginning of a series of memorable moments that I have experienced with each of you. Next post…My Kodak moments with each of you :D

Wanted A Suitable Boy for a 27-Year Old Woman!!!

Please don’t get me wrong…This is NEITHER a cue for any eligible men to forward their matrimonial profiles (that is what they call bio-datas these days) to me NOR an invitation for anything hanky panky ;) However, I am the 27+ woman in question and this is my account of my parents’ and my search for a suitable bania boy for…you guessed right.

How desperate is that…getting your parents to find a “match” for you…the word match is right…somebody who matches your eligibility criteria and your family’s and the same goes for you and your family.

The eligibility criteria ranges from how much money your dad will spend on the marriage, if your horoscopes match, etc. If you are the shy cum coy cum modern cum traditional cum homely cum talented cum educated from convent schools and colleges cum very fair cum very beautiful girl….you can definitely come into the guy’s family. If you are a guy who earns a monthly package of over a lac and have a house of your own and have a small family and have never been divorced or are not a widower…you can definitely take the woman home…your looks do not matter…or do they? Well, to be honest they do…as I will tell you…

BTW let me clarify…as cynical as I sound in the beginning of this article... I know for sure that this is a tried, tested, and proven method…it works…has worked for ages…for most of my maternal family (the cousins in my paternal family have been what you call slightly forward in this respect…they fought with their parents and opted out of this arrangement to chose their own partners with or without their parents’ APPROVAL) and probably three fourths of the Indian population…I am not sure about the statistics…I think these days most people are as brave as my paternal family…

But anyway…we will talk about the remaining FEW of us who for various reasons log on to shadi.com or matrimony.com or more such websites…who scan bio datas of suitable candidates along with their parents…who overhear telephonic conversations between their parents and the servants of the house…who suggest suitable alliances…have I use the word “suitable” a little to often in this write up? If yes, well the word is suitable for this kind of writing. :D

OOPS…just realized I wrote a lot of hog wash…will end this part here…will move on to a detailed account of my first experience of meeting an eligible bania boy everybody in my family just lovedddddddddd…unfortunately I did not… and I made the fatal error of saying NO!!! Like I said…detailed account in the next post.

March 15, 2008…An average Saturday…I think not.

Mom woke me up at about 9 AM. I drag myself out of bed…look at her face…ask for a cup of tea…she asks me to tidy the room…says guests are coming.

I chant my prayer in my heart…take a deep breath…look at my face in the mirror opposite my bed…at length…look away from my phone kept by my bedside…get out of bed…usual routine so far...

Dad’s cheerful voice comes from parents’ room…thank god for my blessings…smile…before I go into their room… usual routine so far

Mom gets tea…ask her if she is feeling alright…she had a severe headache yesterday…she looks unusually tired…I fear she has high BP…she ignores my question… usual routine so far

Tidy the room…prepare breakfast for dad…he keeps talking to me and my brother to liven up the morning…we humor him…usual routine so far

Mom is busy putting things in place along with our maid…I step outside for a while…when I get back into the room, mom shows me she has hurt herself. The basement door got unhinged and she got stuck in it. The door is a heavy iron door. I am scared. I ask her if she is hurt badly. As usual she dismisses and says “no, minor hurt.” Her hand is swollen. I apply an ointment on her hand and bandage it…deviation from usual routine…

I thank god for averting what could have been a major accident. I request my mother to take some rest. She ignores me. Usual routine…

Our guests arrive. We greet them. They are elderly people who are here to sort out a distant cousin’s impending divorce…she was beaten up by her millionaire in-laws…deviation from usual routine

I visit orkut. I go through the day trying to focus on what I should be doing…what the day has in store for me…what is it that I will do through the day…look at my phone…look away…hum a prayer…usual routine

It’s four in the evening. I ask mom if her hand is OK. She says yes it is. I take a nap with her. When I wake up, I go to the temple. I thank god for my blessings. I pray for strength. When I return, my brother says he is going out to meet his friend. I go to the market for the customary weekend visit...usual routine

At the market, I buy a stain glass painting set, on an impulse. I’ve never done stain glass painting before. For a few days, I had been thinking about gorging on a burger. I buy calorie-laden burgers from the local bakery… deviation from usual routine

I come back home. Gorge on the goodies. I start the painting…chide myself for the AWFUL attempt…but, continue anyway. I go for a walk… deviation from usual routine

I have taken my watch with me to time myself for the walk instead of my phone…usual routine

I return home much earlier than I thought I would. I check on my phone…I visit orkut. I begin preparing dinner. My brother comes home. He tells me he has met with an accident and that he was lucky to have worn a helmet because he hit his head on the pavement. I don’t know if I am more scared that he met with an accident or more relieved that he is back safe. I ask him how he is. He dismisses my question and says “it’s a minor wound.” I apply ointment on his wound. I step out and go to the temple. I thank god for looking after my family and averting what could have been a major accident. I am really scared. I pray for strength…I pray for the well-being of my family and others. It’s not an average routine day anymore.

I serve dinner to my family. I keep chanting my prayer…thanking god for keeping my family safe. Thanking god for keeping us together so that we could be there for each other when we were needed…I wonder...I am angry with myself for not forgetting. I don't want to be angry.

My mom is moaning now. I ask her what happened. She tells me instead of her hand, her leg is hurting badly suddenly. I can see the pain on her face. I feel helpless. Thankfully, my father is there. My brother is also hurting. I don't want to be weak. My dad is looking after my mother.


I call my cousin who is a physiotherapist. She suggests cold compression for both the patients. I apply ice packs for my mother and brother. I wish them good night. I pray to god. I wonder. I am scared. I thank god we are together. I tell myself I will be strong. I tell myself to stop wondering. I visit orkut.

A lot can happen on a routine Saturday afternoon. March 15, 2008 was not an average day. I am not scared anymore…but I am still wondering…and trying not to wonder.

The Sunscren Song!!!

I was introduced to this song by a colleague...loved it and wanted to share it with you all...


The Sunscreen Song...By Baz Luhrman (Click here to listen to the amazing song!!!)


Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of 99...Wear sunscreen

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh never mind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you cant grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked...You’re not as fat as you imagine.

Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing everyday that scares you. Sing.


Don’t be reckless with other peoples hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind...the race is long, and in the end it’s only with yourself.

Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch. Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what to do with your life...the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.

Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary...what ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either - your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s.

Enjoy your body, use it every way you can...don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, its the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.

Dance...even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room. Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them. Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents; you’ll never know when they’ll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future. Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on.

Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography in lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young. Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel. Accept certain inalienable truths, price will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders. Respect your elders.

Don’t expect anyone else to support you.

Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.

Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time its 40, it will look 85. Be careful who advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than its worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen...

True Love requires Courage

I am a little late in updating the sequel to my valentine fever blog...feel like a bestselling writer of sorts :P Well, on popular demand people... here is my definition of the concept of "love". A little background for the uninitiated- I was trying to answer a few questions I had about what love really is. Fortunately for me, life answered these questions for me. Here goes.

• “Lovers” make a lot of sweet beautiful promises to one another-promises of undying love, of forever and ever, of never having met anyone like their better halves. However, it is the courage to fulfill each of those promises that makes naïve dreamers “lovers.” It takes a lot of courage and will power to withstand all pains and tears to be with the one you have shown dreams to, the one you have seen dreams with. Only those who fulfill the promise of togetherness are the ones who have truly loved. A few weeks ago I attended the wedding of two people who fought tooth and nail to fulfill the promise both of them made to each other. The girl had remained resolute in fighting the world to be with the guy. The guy had told the girl on their first date ever that he was not going to leave their being together to chance. Both of them realized their dream of togetherness because for them not being together was never an option. This is true love.
  
  
• Holding hands in public, endearments, phone calls 24x7, weekend dates, stealing kisses…all activities you will often spot couples indulging in. But how many people understand that the reason a couple is referred to as a singular noun is because they are supposed to be “one” and not two different individuals. Couples are partners who sign an agreement of lifelong partnership. There is no room for breaking this partnership. Both the partners must walk hand in hand to realize the dreams, goals, ambitions of the other. Both partners should be by each other’s side when any one of them needs the support of the other.
  
  
• Love does not permit leaving your partner to wipe their tears with their own hands, entertaining new prospective partners after deciding to break the partnership alone. A few days before Valentine’s Day, I saw a very aged couple crossing the road. Both of them could barely walk. In spite of the discomfort, the elderly man held on to his wife to support her while she was walking. He was also carrying a heavy box with another hand. In that one moment, I could feel the love this couple harbored for each other. It was clear that despite all the storms, despite al the pain these two love birds were bent on not just holding each other’s hands but holding on to each other. This is true love.

We often tend to become jealous and possessive of the people we believe ourselves to be in love with. We want their time, their thoughts, their affection, their happiness, everything to be connected to us in some way or the other. There was this girl who felt miserable every time her significant half spent time away from her. She could not bear the thought of him near other women. The so called relationship ended but the girl continued to feel hurt, humiliated, betrayed. For her, life seemed to have come to an end with the end of her relationship. Is that true love? Is love that selfish? Is love so demeaning? Is love so self-destructive?

Another set of questions and the answer to each is a simple NO. Truly, love is synonymous with courage. Only two very courageous people can draw strength from each other and remain companions and partners for ever and ever. This is my interpretation of love.

I’ll end this post by something I really believe in…Loving somebody requires you to make a promise. Never break a promise because when you break a promise, you break a heart, you crush a dream. For some, no matter how hard they try, finding another dream can take a lifetime.

Valentine Fever...What is LOVE?

I had been thinking of updating my blog for a long time. I guess this is what they call "writer's block"... ;) well, not to fear! am well and truly rid of it now. This whole week, the whole world seemed to be gripped by the highly contagious valentine fever. Agony aunts had turned into love gurus on the electronic media, people in the office were perpetually occupied in making grand plans for the D-day...and me...I was beginning to feel like a 27 year old Bridget Jones :( I thought I was really above such frivolity.

I had convinced myself I was a mature young woman who definitely didn’t feel the need to participate in this very juvenile concept of celebrating loveeeeeeeee. But you know what, I realized that in spite of everything I was feeling lonely and well...something else I can’t describe. I explained to myself that if it was a day that was meant to be celebrated with your loved one...with somebody special in your life...then how could I have forgotten that I had a beautiful family at home.

So far, I have taken them for granted. My parents, my brother, everybody has made me feel so very special...they are the ones who have always stood beside me...and yet I have failed to give them the status they truly deserve. For the past few days I had been questioning what really is love? Is it merely making sweet beautiful promises to one another? Calling each other sweet names? Asking one another if they have reached home safely? Does it only mean going out on weekend dates? Does it only mean holding hands in public? Does a stolen kiss qualify as love? Does acting possessive and jealous over your so called significant other signify your love for the person?

I was fortunate enough to witness several incidents that answered all the questions I posed above. As an instructional designer I understand that the attention span of my audience may have wavered by now. So, I will list all these events in my next post.

Keep the Faith!!!

My very close friends know about this magical moment that I experienced. I just wanted to share this with everybody else who cares to read this blog as well. :) Its about faith. Its about miracles. Its about god.

I was holding on to my pursuit of happiness. I was determined to look within for the same. I didn't want to be influenced by anything or anybody for my happiness. I didn't want to be angry with anyone...not even with myself. I wanted to show myself that I can live for the moment...that I had learned to accept whatever life had in store for me with grace...with gratitude even...because whatever it is...has been given...some of it without even asking for it. :)

Life has been a roller coaster ride of sorts for the past few months. The ride has been all it is suposed to be...it has been scary, joyful, smooth, and painful also...not particularly in the same order.

I have a tendency to deviate from the original topic...anyway, I offered a prayer to vaishno ma at this point of time. I was seeking her blessings on this particular day when I found my resolve wavering a little. I wanted to hold on to the promise I had made to myself. I prayed to her to show me in some way that I was not alone...that she was there to hold me...I stepped into my bathroom...my most favorite hiding place. :)

I had just about sensed my resolve weakening...when i prayed to mata. and lo and behold!!! I spotted torn pieces of a letter I had written to myself- safely hidden behind an almira in the bathroom. I had written this letter several months ago. In a fit of anger, I had torn the letter that very day and had thrown it away. In the letter, I had made all the promises I mentioned above. I had penned down the names of all the people and all the things I counted as God's most beautiful gifts to me. I had listed all the beautiful memories I cherished and will continue to cherish all my life. That letter was meant to be a reminder of how beautiful my life was and how I should be thankful to God for this glorious present.

When i found the letter again after all these months, I stepped out of the bathroom and I asked my mom where she got the torn pieces of letter from. She told me that she had seen me writing something down and then throwing it away. She thought that it must be preserved so she just collected all the pieces and hid them behind the closet. She never once looked at the letter. I put together all the pieces of the letter and read it again. In that one moment, after I read the letter, I felt God's presence in my life again. I felt mata's arms around me. I felt her palms wiping my tears. That was the most magical experience of my life. For me it was nothing short of a miracle...when my prayer was answered instantly. When I was reassured by none other than the almighty.

It is very important to have faith in yourself. For some this may be anextremely emotional piece of writing. but for me this experience was truly motivating...god is nothing but the power within us. We must never ever forget that...:)