tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74181131817880656892024-02-07T10:11:57.470+05:30Dearie's Diary" Pure fiction "[ Any resemblance to any persons living or dead is purely coincidental. ] It is just Meenakshi's imagination out on a fantasy ride .Meenakshihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17758741937634222439noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7418113181788065689.post-26630481160020337352009-04-21T15:50:00.004+05:302009-04-21T17:35:39.333+05:30Love<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT1ZWlPNok27vk9leDgiiH0tuTvLr2oy8hBKcjagkbvOWX8ULXk9_r0i2NX2xiN80Jwzk1jqiY2ZWBwsw_X0WxrUuM68zZf0bxHj86J1m2qLN6_LBJZn_JjlxFD5aBNzbeczq1DbJe2g/s1600-h/dreamer.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327114612199543426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT1ZWlPNok27vk9leDgiiH0tuTvLr2oy8hBKcjagkbvOWX8ULXk9_r0i2NX2xiN80Jwzk1jqiY2ZWBwsw_X0WxrUuM68zZf0bxHj86J1m2qLN6_LBJZn_JjlxFD5aBNzbeczq1DbJe2g/s320/dreamer.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>In my teens, like every girl,I too dreamed of love. Maybe influenced by those childhood fairy tales, my vision of my lover used to be riding a horse, in shining armour; a knight in shining armour from the U.S.My mother always told me how lucky I would be if I get a husband settled in the "U.S." So I dreamt of a life in a land far away from home; and not just a life, i dreamt of freedom and love in a unknown land...</div><br /><div><strong></strong></div>Meenakshihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17758741937634222439noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7418113181788065689.post-76189512678923231672008-02-23T05:30:00.000+05:302008-02-22T15:57:44.059+05:30Acceptance<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz-K99Ly_4OheUbXE44qoDpCxdvWdsC0t4STR0varRXiXM_AVOwwQmLtj7b58MIaruvLs_S7OfJuCaqTNbyjqas-_eKgCQkKj5AtkJlLGTw92xRX4gkR1POZK35eWFMgIzM78NVJZubQ/s1600-h/angel.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169749290542437042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz-K99Ly_4OheUbXE44qoDpCxdvWdsC0t4STR0varRXiXM_AVOwwQmLtj7b58MIaruvLs_S7OfJuCaqTNbyjqas-_eKgCQkKj5AtkJlLGTw92xRX4gkR1POZK35eWFMgIzM78NVJZubQ/s320/angel.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSME3PxhRnYpFZh2ULHhyQc3_KbF00QCIc5wMhRXmxDUZ9RcuaOn_xO4Orhr13Rdc7TIE6tXxrH3TNGoZMHA2cRfmZGThTY428f9QGjcAjldxA6L3Xy6ZgdAlAogHdrA8lczR01Jg2Sg/s1600-h/angel.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div>I started to know myself when I knew that I was growing big, while everyone around negated it.Being the second among three children and the only girl,I had settled with being a loner.<br />Those times were quite different.I scarcely ever had a decent conversation with my father.If ever I spoke within the house, it used to be small whispers with my mother or sighs of accepting defeat.<br />I was moulded into an epitome of patience, sacrifice and obedience.<br />Everyone spent about a decade convincing me that I had grown too big to be like a kid; but when I realized that i had indeed grown up, there were no takers. </div><br /><div><br />However my overt acceptance, satisfied everyone but me... </div></div>Meenakshihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17758741937634222439noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7418113181788065689.post-15505575693498841522008-02-16T15:27:00.000+05:302008-02-16T15:46:28.948+05:30Memoir<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIle_zasmvxSeAx-JbdoOexDNNzBPwMB10yGg5criMQf3EZyt-1m5h22VHUNnbUBIjt-2TI43BwAOPWQGQgERUbz9U9hE-v83qIPrzkrPBwYERix2z5AtLodPaGT8XVC0QU6dTHbImsA/s1600-h/Magical-Fairy-128.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167519863213396626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIle_zasmvxSeAx-JbdoOexDNNzBPwMB10yGg5criMQf3EZyt-1m5h22VHUNnbUBIjt-2TI43BwAOPWQGQgERUbz9U9hE-v83qIPrzkrPBwYERix2z5AtLodPaGT8XVC0QU6dTHbImsA/s400/Magical-Fairy-128.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I am a free wife. You wonder how? Human life is extremely complicated and in some ways it is as easy at it can be. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Now as I am free, I look back and jot down the memoirs of my bonded life..</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>But even as I take this step to mark my freedom, i cannot help but brood ..</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Am i actually Free or am I still bound???</div>Meenakshihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17758741937634222439noreply@blogger.com4