Episode 4: Believe Me Love Is Incurable

''A saga of a lady who chose "Power to Reject" things that society, imposed on her forcibly,  knowing that it would develop into, a deep pain and finally  put her into a situation where she would be only and only, surrounded by extreme loneliness. A lady who knew how pure her love was and she couldn't stop herself getting infected with an incurable love."

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A fourteen year old girl was being married to a guy who had just turned up sixteen. I remember the day when I met this lady. I couldn't see her face as it was covered with her long yellow aanchal ( a kind of veil) as she was going to follow up, the long  marriage ceremonial customs which lasted for eight  hours.
I enjoyed the ceremony just being as one of the groom's relative.

 The  ceremony ended smoothly that day.

Days passed. I was back home in Delhi.

It had been only three months for that marriage, I remember the day when  some of my relative's friend, told me, on a call that the groom had been missing, for nine days. He told me that the groom was not happy with the lady, he was married to as she had some defect in one of her eyes that made her look, not beautiful before her husband.

I went totally unsatisfied to the excuse, the husband made, that might had been rumored otherwise.

Twelve years passed. He didn't return.
                                                               
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Coincidentally, I had to visit the same village for attending one more marriage ceremony, so I got a chance to meet this family but this time I was very much concerned . I went to see the family though after a long time period.
                                                               
I approached the family and as soon as they identified me, I asked about the issues,I was interested in.

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It had been only fifteen minutes, I started talking, I was stunned to see that same married woman, worshiping the Lord Shiva.

As far as the rumor that used to describe her, was exactly opposite, she looked.

A beautiful fair lady wearing yellow saree ( Indian traditional dress) with a soft spoken, very impressive vocal sounds, asked me for a tea.

I was amazed as she had not been remarried but was still working as an ideally married  woman with no complains, with no  impression of being alone or any kind of lamentations. Her smiling gestures were totally unforgettable.

She believed he would return. She behaved as everything was normal.

She had no words of complaints with anybody, in the house. Waking up at five, in the early morning, finishing the  home tasks, was her daily routine including a rigorous continuous worship stuff lasting for two hours.

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Though she was not educated much, neither she was bad at communication. She might have inherited or acquired the essence of believing in pure love from her paternal family. She had nothing to keep with her except the hope.

I remember when she said, " God is great, and I have been believing in him since I started understanding my relationships, so God has no option left  other than taking my harsh tests."

I really had to bow before the lady for what she just had said. Speechless.

How come a lady could have such a deep and firm faith for a person who may or may not be alive as twelve years of time span, may not be small enough  for the faith to continue.

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This episode would not have been complete until last december if  something that shook my head, would not has happened .


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The boy returned. He was caught pouring spiritual offerings in holy river Ganga in Haridwar. He was totally a transformed saint by now who had quit-ted  the materialistic world with completely lost desire of being into family relations.

Long haired, deep entangled mustache with dense hairs covering  half of his face. This is how he looked. He was forcibly taken home by two people who recognized him, at Haridwar.

This couldn't be a mere fact of coincidence that  he was caught by his relatives but was, the strength of the lady whose soul was tied with her husband.

 On being questioned, about his family and his wife, husband said, " While he was coming back to that day from Delhi to the village, he was attacked upon, by some trains looters who robbed him, for everything he had and then they threw him off the running train and then he lost his consciousness. Next morning, few saints found him on their way and took him, to a hospital and sold , all of their belongings to save his life. When he was back into his conscious they proposed him to choose, out of two paths, one that leads to materialistic life and other that requires to be sworn into the life of saints.He owed his life to them and he became a saint."



But the love of the lady was more powerful than the essence of being a saint. So he was caught. Now he seems to have accepted her deep love and hence he is back in her life.



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     " So the silent pains from which the lady was internally suffering had to halt"