Wifee
"Wifee" thats what my life partner calls ....but i tell u its the other way round its "Wife Free"...does it sound sense??after a long period husband, leading a bachelors life running for our bread and butter returning India with a bundle of happiness in hand assuming, will be with family after long..needs a break so, lands at his mothers place kolkata which is so called his "Maika"to gather a lots of motivation,Tips and strength to face me at Gaziabad..Hahaha.... should i feel proud of myself or hate myself for being such a disgrace person in his life...
Well " Life" is becoming very unpromising and witty as days are passing by.Heart and Mind works as if my red favorite Verna 2009 model is working. though it has diesel in it needs servicing but still is working.Same is my life defined.Still looking for a ray of hope or you can say a reason to live are my life saviours my two daughters and my dogs who keep me motivating that "mom U need
to stay and live for us!!!! sounding too dramatic..14years of struggling life professionally should have given me a prideful identity...but have lost that.Trying hard to work it out some way to find a way for my survival to earn my lost identity which i believe that would be the only Trump card i can play to bring my husband back to me.....lost where unable to find him.....
29th May 2001 my marriage anniversary has been just left out as a number factor.It does not matter anymore.Its only the fight to survive together is going to begin again where he had left all of us behind has to be continued after he returns.Can never tell him how lonely i am or was without him, but blessed with the life lines around.Life has become very formal with every one around me, be it my little brother grown up n married happily with two kids ....sharing a can of beer after returning from my office sitting on the steps of our under construction building and chatting loudly and laughing as if half dead...(that was before marriage) and driving on my husband blue colored CBZ bike on a along drive without knowing our destination want to live that life ....
Fun it was to enjoy with a cycle Tyre rolling n making it run round and round in our housing campus and me in my teens with my followers running behind me..Climbing on the Guava tree top n trying to remove the kite from the string stuck inside one of the branches n my father worried about my absence at home running behind me with a stick to control my super active brain stop functioning for some time...it was fun when wind blew and we all ran to collect mangoes n build small brick houses with labelled stones on it defining my address...Miss my parents who are no more n every little thing of my childhood...to be precise.
I want to tell my husband "Lifeee" let me free.....but how ???responsibilities burdened resulting unsatisfactory turned out to be a failure in all kind of relationship and survival looking ahead waiting for husband to return from his vacation mission "Maika"...for further instructions to be followed........
Well " Life" is becoming very unpromising and witty as days are passing by.Heart and Mind works as if my red favorite Verna 2009 model is working. though it has diesel in it needs servicing but still is working.Same is my life defined.Still looking for a ray of hope or you can say a reason to live are my life saviours my two daughters and my dogs who keep me motivating that "mom U need
to stay and live for us!!!! sounding too dramatic..14years of struggling life professionally should have given me a prideful identity...but have lost that.Trying hard to work it out some way to find a way for my survival to earn my lost identity which i believe that would be the only Trump card i can play to bring my husband back to me.....lost where unable to find him.....
29th May 2001 my marriage anniversary has been just left out as a number factor.It does not matter anymore.Its only the fight to survive together is going to begin again where he had left all of us behind has to be continued after he returns.Can never tell him how lonely i am or was without him, but blessed with the life lines around.Life has become very formal with every one around me, be it my little brother grown up n married happily with two kids ....sharing a can of beer after returning from my office sitting on the steps of our under construction building and chatting loudly and laughing as if half dead...(that was before marriage) and driving on my husband blue colored CBZ bike on a along drive without knowing our destination want to live that life ....
Fun it was to enjoy with a cycle Tyre rolling n making it run round and round in our housing campus and me in my teens with my followers running behind me..Climbing on the Guava tree top n trying to remove the kite from the string stuck inside one of the branches n my father worried about my absence at home running behind me with a stick to control my super active brain stop functioning for some time...it was fun when wind blew and we all ran to collect mangoes n build small brick houses with labelled stones on it defining my address...Miss my parents who are no more n every little thing of my childhood...to be precise.
I want to tell my husband "Lifeee" let me free.....but how ???responsibilities burdened resulting unsatisfactory turned out to be a failure in all kind of relationship and survival looking ahead waiting for husband to return from his vacation mission "Maika"...for further instructions to be followed........
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