Conflict

Conflict

My first night after marriage, Aunt escort me to the room.

Aunt returned to her feet.

She made up her mind to say the first thing and said, "Yes, your aunt is wonderful, and their daughter looks very heavenly."

"Yes, Sandeep dear, Sweety also belongs to your community in color."

Hearing the sweet compliment, I fell silent.

Shera said, "When I found out that you have mastered in philosophy, I had decided that even if the girl is deaf, I have to do it, but your eyes are gorgeous!"

Philosophy is my favorite topic. It will be very nice when two people get together with the same belief."

I was encouraged to hear that. Maybe my eyes will cover me; what more do I need?

"I think you are very interested in philosophy."

"Yes, Sandeep, philosophy is my favorite subject."

"Yes, I have not only mastered but also done M.Phil. My dissertation was related to child psychology."

"It is simply more exciting for me. I wish I could master this subject too."

"Then why did you go to Canada?" People go there only for a lot of money and comfort."

"No doubt, but I had other reasons."

"Thank God for connecting with an interesting person." My mind was at the moment when he was about to take off my clothes.

I had to clear my throat. My jewelry had to be sorted one by one. I was supposed to take off the Phulkari lime on my head, but he didn't do anything with his hands and said, "Sandeep, it's scorching. You take off your heavy clothes and go easy. Then we talk a lot."

"I wiped the sweat on my forehead with a towel and got out of bed. I took two pieces of transparent nightie out of my red briefcase and went to the washroom.

"Subhan Allah! he praised my physical beauty in terms of how much he was feeling. Now it was only a matter of time before my allegory began.

The flowing waters had to pass under the bridges once again.

The artist inside me was ready for that. I came and sat on the bed stage and sat down with the headboard covered.

"Sorry for the inconvenience. Shera joked and got up and went to the washroom. I waited as hard as a mountain for him to come back. I wanted what was to happen as soon as possible.

Shera also got dressed in pajamas and said, "My Princess, it is a very hot day.

But in your company, I don't feel the temperature.

"Yes, that's all a beautiful couple has to do other things; they have no time to think.

I laughed and said, "But I am thinking."

"What?"

"Why I tell you?"

"I have one thing to tell you."

"What?" I smiled and asked.

"I checked my cell, listen to the radio, ask my friend the day is not hot; it is an ordinary day with mild temperatures. And other rooms are not hot. Why is our room hot?"

I laughed and said, "I like your sense of humor."

"Sandeep! You must have read about the `unlearn consciousness concept ; what would you like to say about it?" he said patiently.

I was daring to look at him,"

"All I know is that nothing is practical; everything is bookish," I said sweetly.

"No, Sandeep, I don't think so. These concepts are practical, and I am committed to them."

I lowered my eyes. I don't know where my fake smile disappeared.

I pretend to smile but said nothing.

"Are you my wife now?"

I laughed loudly and said, 'Any doubt!'

" No, No doubt, but only what has been learned after marriage.

I don't think so.

It's one thing to be married and quite another to know each other."

I didn't understand what he wanted, even though my art was not ready for it. I just needed to pass my womanish at that time. I said, "Please call me wife, not friend tonight."

"No, you are not my wife but the woman sitting inside me."

"The concept of a wife is the gift of our subconscious; that's what I'm talking about unleashing; in other words, unlearn yourself, what is inside you by birth by traditions."

"What's the difference? It's just a matter of words."

My mother and many other friends and relatives sitting inside me were amazed.

At last, my mother sitting inside me thought softly, which only I could hear; when you don't know what to say, then keep your mouth shut. My self-made artist gave me the same advice.

A sound echoes as it hits a small hill.

"Sandeep, I am a stranger, I don't want to be a stranger to you, and you should not be a stranger to me. "

My artist accepted the challenge and said, "Yes, that's right, but when do men think that way?"

He answered, "When does a woman think that way?"

Hearing this, I became silent.

"It's not about men and women; it's about a person, a gender. We have a lot to unlearn. "

"As you see fit. It looks like I'm fortunate."

"Saying good luck is also a shadow of the rituals you have learned. Let's get rid of our shadows first."

"Yes"

Things went the other way. My fear also subsided, and I said, "Please start talking. I will listen and answer according to my understanding."

I was speechless and said, "What does that mean?"

"Yes, this is a huge question for you. There is a lot of detail, and the answer is even more comprehensive. Let's talk about this today. "

"Tathastu," I said jokingly.

"This is where our learning process begins, Sandeep."

"How is that?

"The gender of a person comes out through this process. Otherwise, my wife lives in me.

My Woman in every part of my body, just like your man is in every aspect of your body.

We have to meet that gender only, not Sandeep to Shera and Shera to Sandeep; we have to find our second half through meditation. Most people called it sex, but this is not sex, the realization of your own. To complete one's journey, this is the only way, not an alternative."

"Oh! Great, I never thought like this before."

"Yes, Sandeep, pleasure is not happiness. Happiness stays forever, but pleasure is momentary."

"Sweet reunion doesn't happen to anyone else, but it does happen only with yourself.

When I meet sweetly, that will be when I meet my inner Woman. The sweet meeting will be when you meet the man inside you.

We don't need leaves to meet ourselves."

Shera grabbed and kissed my hand and said, "Right now, this hand is mine, not the air around you. The wind that blows across me is yet to come.

"Sandeep, my daughter, the lunch is ready. Come down. Get it yourself and give it to me too; I'm hungry. "Bibi's voice broke my attention, and I closed the Diary.

A dry petal from the hastily closed Diary fluttered and fell on the bed.

"Yes, Bibi, what vegetable should I get?" Potatoes or turnips?"

"Sandeep, there are only a few potatoes, just for one. You give me turnips."

"Yes, Bibi, as you wish."

I put the chapati and cooked turnips on a plate and handed it to Bibi on the couch.

" If we sleep together when we don't know each other, what's the difference between you and the hooker?"

We will sleep together one day when we will both be full of longing to meet our gender." After eating lunch, I came up again and opened the Diary.

"It's a lottery for you, Sandeep," I said to myself in my Diary. I was not listening to Shera from the heart. I pretend that I am listening. Going to Canada is my project for totally different thoughts.

I am wondering what would happen if that happened. See you once you get to Canada. I was talking in the mirror, looking at myself. Now the mirror is sitting on my pillow, and my pen is running.

`See dear Diary…

Beware of the whole life came into the hands of someone other than me. I am stupid sometimes; look, I am talking to you like Shera living in illusions.

This idiot person wants to make me his wife. O fool, with the marriage ceremony, I do not become your wife; how else will I become?

Be practical, Shera; come out of your illusion.

Life is not that simple. You have to grow up.

You will get the notice within a week.

After divorce, I will go back. My lover is waiting for me. We will get married and would settle in Canada.

Shera, you are a confused person.No man lives in me. I am a woman, a complete woman.