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A HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY !

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Gals and guys you will be surprised but this is soo good that it will bring tears to your eyes... and believe me it is true. I too had tears rolling down my cheeks.. it is soo touching... let me know if you too agree to this

When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her
hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and
ate quietly.Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.

Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her
Know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic
calmly. She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she
asked me softly, why? I avoided her question. This made her angry.
She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man!

That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew
She wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I
could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; I had lost my heart
to a lovely girl called Dew. I didn't love her anymore. I just
pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which
stated that she could own our house, 30% shares of my company and
the car. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman
who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger.
I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could
not take back what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly.

Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had
Expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release.
The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks
seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight
to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after
an eventful day with Dew. When I woke up, she was still there
at the table writing.. I just did not care so I turned over and
was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't
want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the
divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle
to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple:
our son had his exams in a months time and she didn't want to
disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked
me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our
wedding day. She requested that everyday for the month's duration
I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning.
I thought she was going crazy.

Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly
And thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies,
she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully. My wife and I
hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was
explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day,
we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is
holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain.
From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked
over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said
softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling
somewhat upset.

I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to
work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned
on my chest.. I could smell the fragrance of her dress. I realized
that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I
realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on
her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll
on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy
returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy
was growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to
carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me
stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few
dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown
so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. Suddenly it hit me; she had buried so much pain and bitterness
in her heart.

Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head. Our son came in
at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum out. To him,
seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential
part of his life.. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I
might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my
arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the
hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally.

I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when
I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had
gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed
that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office... jumped out
of the car swiftly without locking the door.
I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind... I walked
upstairs.

Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not want
The divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished. Then touched my forehead. Do you
have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew,
I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably
because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not
because we didn't love each other any more. Now I realize that
since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed
to hold her until death does us apart.

Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then
Slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and
drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet
of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write
on the card. I smiled and wrote: "I'll carry you out every morning
until death do us apart"

The small details of our lives are what really matter in a
relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, the property, the
bank balance that matters. These create an environment conducive
for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time
to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other
that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!

If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you, but if you do,
you just might save a marriage.

Relationships are made not to exploit, not to be broken.

We teach some by what we say
We teach some more by what we do

But we teach most by what we are
- Unknown

You don't get to choose how you are going to die, or when, but,
you can decide how you are going to live, here and now.

I am a little embarrassed with my previous post. I think I was a little harsh with my words. But honestly I get very furious with a situation like that. I can’t press my feelings. This is something good about blogs. I can speak out my frustration in it. J

Only to survive is our moto and while surviving have the best you can, no matter if others have a hard time because of your doings. Care a damn attitude.. sounds good when you have nothing to loose.. but here today and now.. it is everybodys life on stake because planet earth is not going to spare us for the misery she is going through. Dissapontment, anger, hate and spite.. are her feelings for us humans who made the best of her but did not care about it and neither took care of her. Tomorrow our coming generations are going to be our greatest enemies because they will miss the beautiful world that we once saw. I am now working abroad, but 25 years of my life i spent back home living my life as it comes. Little did i realise that i am going to miss all that i enjoyed at that moment. I am from mumbai, the financial hub of india and the most crowded little place on the face of the earth. People live their life struggling to earn a living in mumbai. Life is difficult and so is the painstaking. But if you want to survive in mumbai you have to be tough. How tough? tell me about it. Someone is lying in a pool of blood because of an accident and the passerby watches it and says to himself/herself... "I have to be strong and not care for a dying person" and the person turns his/her back and walks away from the scene. Can someone be so tough? Yes people in mumbai are tough, and not to mention careless because of the freedom that they are enjoying without any sense of responsibility. I too was careless, stupid, and had care a damn attitude. But i am happy now that i am not the same anymore. I care for things around me and most of all my country. "INDIA" my motherland ,my place of birth. I have seen my country grow exponentially but people are still the same enjoying the freedom and taking it for granted. I take care that i dont throw any dirt on the streets because it is the extension of my house and my house have dustbins for dirts. I use it. But not all do the same. I see litters around where it can be a clean place, Papers, rubbish, spit, gutkha, paan, foils .. name it and i can find every thing lying on the streets. For a minute i would wondered if i was wandering in a trash bin. My country can be a better place clean, green and beautiful.. i want to see it this way... can you help me in making it a better place?....and its not at all for us but for our Mother earth and for our new generation ahead.