It's been 8 years of my marriage. Yet, everytime I visit my mom's home, I feel nostalgic. I miss being loved, cared and being pampered the way they use to do. I realise that marriage and associated responsibilities have taken away the girl inside me. I miss being chirpy, I miss being like a blossoming flower each day, I miss those eyes whose one glance comforted me, I miss being able to say anything without fear of being judged or criticised, I miss being myself, I miss my home.
Everytime I see my daughter, I make a promise to myself, that I will never allow her to loose her innocence. I will always protect her. I pray to God to please help me do that. I pray to God to please protect her. I pray each day, each night, every moment.
Earlier, I use to question myself, why the hell did everyone wants us to get married? It's just a pleasure of few years. But, now I realise the reason. My husband had been very loving to me, he cares for me, he loves me. There are certain little things he do, that makes me fond of him. Initially, these things did not show up, but, as the time passes by, the bond of relationship grows stronger. I now realise, that my parents married me to him so that when they are not there, I would have someone to spend my life with. Otherwise, in this populous world, there would not be a single soul with whom I could open up.
Being born to such good parents is the best thing that happened to me. I would always be thankful to God for giving me such parents. I miss them, I desperately miss them.
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