Soulmates

A joyous whisper, a pleasing scent, a sacred thread of care and cure

A perfect affinity so deep and pure

A celestial harmony of two souls, standing amidst the roaring shore

Entwined together we stand the storm

Some melodies never heard before

Some feelings never felt before

Our minds opposed

But our hearts rejoiced

It was the reunion of soulmates……

God has made “Someone special for everyone” and it is destiny how we get to meet that special person. That someone, who would fill our lives with love and laughter. Who would stand with us in good or bad, who would encourage, inspire and never cut off our wings with hatred or ego.

I had just finished reading the book ‘Only Love is Real’ by Brian L. Weiss and I completely believe and can relate to every word written in it. True to its title, it is about the concept of soul recognition and reunion of soulmates crossing the barriers of time and distance.

I am a strong believer of love marriage and for long my love anthem remained ‘Mere khawabon main jo aaye…’, till one day I got the biggest jolt of my life and ended up having an arranged marriage. I married the person my parents selected. I felt dejected.

And my story starts here, now that somebody I married is ‘my someone special’. My mind always opposed but my heart knew. My better half is my knight in amour. He is my soul mate. I really repent how much I have opposed him.

Our life now is filled with laughter and love. It was few days’ back I was sick and depressed due to some medical complications, drowned in tears; I hid my face in the quilt. How carefully he handled my emotions, he calmed me down with positive thoughts, gave a warm hug and soothing kisses and we ended that sadness with giggling and laughing together.  It was a pure moment of bliss.

Not ones or sometimes but our life is full of smiles. We fight; we do get annoyed with each other but we communicate, we share and end the heaviness of day with laughing together. We both know all the tricks of making each other laugh and feel good, sometimes we tickle with hands, sometimes we tickle with words and sometimes it is our naughty eyes.

He is my prince charming, the hero of my love stories, he is a blessing. He is my companion in love and laughter.

Coffee, Laughter and  Us

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