f*cklove: 2013

Thursday, October 31, 2013

rare.

for such a momentous day, she was feeling anything but...

rather she was feeling very light. and relieved. for Avanti, it was the rarest of days…

for her 26 years, her weary body had borne more pain and shed more tears than her eyes could cry. love destroyed her. and ruined her life. but today, she may just find closure.

her world did not accept her love. at first, they convinced her that her young age did not know. that her tender heart was making a mistake. they squeezed her and she surrendered to their wishes.

but though she tried, her heart would not. her heart could not. she could not love another nor could she love any less. she was too much in love and she looked up for understanding from her nearest and dearest. which she never got. her parents stood against her. her society stood against her. her world stood against her.

they tried to break her. and crush her. and they did - she was ridiculed, rebuked and reproached;
they tried to pin her down. and lock her up. and they did - she was locked in a room. for long many years;
they tried to violate her and her love. and they did - they got her married off against her will to an other, he who scarred her more and plundered her no less.

her wounds opened. her body broke. her spirit crushed. but not her resolve. when her heart could be broken no more and when she could be crumbled not further, she was empty. an emptiness that carved a stronger resolve to leave everything behind.

finally.

she left it all - her family, her habits, her life as she knew it, her world - all behind. to walk into the unknown. to walk forward.

alongside Swati, the love of her life and the reason why she breathed. in whose touch, taste, smell and hold, her emptiness stirred into hope, happiness, heaven. the two women decided to leave familiar lives to start a new one. together. in a land far away where they may be accepted. it mattered not though, for they were finally together. and free.

it was the day Swati slipped a ring on her Avanti to celebrate this day. it shone natural white and it's metal celebrated her mettle. it was rarer and purer than gold or silver. and as rare and pure as their love. it was everlasting, it was forever and it shone brighter that day. like them.

it was the rarest of mettle. it was the rarest of loves. it was the rarest of days.

it was an end. it was a beginning. it was for the rest of their lives.

it was Avanti and Swati’s platinum day of love.

Look into her eyes, hold her hands and slip her that ring. For precious you, for precious her, for that precious moment and for precious platinum, this is the Platinum Day of Love (link here).