TALE 30 - Living with an Ouch...

Unslept for months she tried to believe that her marriage was working
Lame faith on fate however rotten it may be she held tightly to the rags that hung 
And society's conditioning to make it work somehow and anyhow made her desperate to cling on... 
Well, her husband seemed uninterested in anything but professional success and took everything for granted...
He had no expectations from personal life except a home to come back to for dinner and sleep...
This clarity made him a happy man...
Isn't it great that some people have such limited existence essentials that they make near to perfect current century city humans...!!!
Relationship, health, entertainment, rest, hobbies, relaxation all were DePrioritised by him...
He was a corporate God...
She was soft at heart sensitive and emotional...
This worked wonderfully for her as a creative professional but totally worked against her in her personal life....
With no dreamy unrealistic expectations from marriage all she wanted was communication and nothing else which she unfortunately rarely got...
She was an educated talented part time working woman with an independent work zone... She was quite happy with her profession...
She desperately wanted to get out of this rut n breathe fresh...
Hated the staleness...
Tried at her own level...
Lost weight, got a makeover, stayed impeccable and attractive...
Nothing helped...
How she wished she was not married...
But as woman who was afraid of singledom after years of a secured marital status, she thought that a known devil was better than unknown devil
Hence opted to stay put...
But it was eating her bit by bit...
PseudoGlorified commitment enraged her she doubted his integrity and wasn't a bit sure of hers...
Had she got out of the commitment she would have a myriad of struggles and would ve lost the contact of their only son...
Because she wouldn't take him... She knew she wasn't the type who would work extra hard to raise her son as a single mom...
So she stamped herself as a coward and stuck to the arrangement accepting everything
She is still in the marriage hoping for a miracle...
And many such stories keep going on in mega cities and small towns...
Real not imagined...
‪#‎notsotinytales‬
- Prajakta Sathe.

TALE 29 - Polar bearing...

She was a Neophiliac
She knew that about herself
Easily bored with routine 
She kept her options open 
And her outlook broad
She freelanced... Of course
And excelled in whatever she got into...
She left her parents house as soon as she gained the confidence about her financial independence 
Found herself a pretty decent apartment near the seafront 
Decorated it with awesome aesthetic sensibility creating cosy nooks n corners of blissful comfort
A tastefully done up home with things that she fancied and picked up from all over the world
The decor kept changing every few months
She d pack her bags any time n leave her home for a backpacking trip near nature
Sometimes the sea, at times the forests, seldom trips to the mountains n a few to the valleys... Deserts pyramids and tombs fascinated her the most...
She kept changing her priorities...
From travelling to friends to shopping , earning money, spending it on family or going in for a meditation retreat...
No day was same...ever...
Dressed to please no one but herself, one could find her dazzling in an evening gown, dapper in a formal skirt suit, gypsy skirts with hoops in her ears or the LBD with killer stilettoes and yet again in an ethnic nine yards with the nose pin et all...
She was the spice in her life...
From atrocious street food experiments to eating at 5 star cruises she had got it all covered in 35 years of her lifetime...
She never got into a serious relationship for the fear of monotony 
He of age 30 was a 9 to 5 government employed clerk who stayed in a chawl in a single room with his brother his wife and kid 
He travelled to work by train...
He knew he was an absolute mediocre with extremely ordinary ambitions of a suburban one BHK flat a working wife who can support him financially and a child or two according to their financial status
A vacation within India every alternate year and a yearly visit to their family deity made him happy...
He wished for his children to be educated with merits.
His dreams about kids were purely academic and job oriented...
He loved his set pattern of living and any change made him off his hoof...
He felt out of place if there was any change around...
Long sleeved pastel 'gents' colored shirts and dark colored tailored 'pants' was his dress code for life
Bata for shoes and Cambridge for clothes VIP for bags was his formula of power dressing...
He was a vegetarian by birth and he believed to keep it so...
He aspired to marry a graduate girl within his subcaste and blushed at the thoughts of honeymoon...
He had started to meet prospective brides to be for an arranged marriage...
They had no chances of meeting under any circumstances otherwise However they still happened to sleep in beds placed side by side in a blood donation camp.
She donated blood that day on a whim...
He donated out of his routine yearly plan of blood donation that he stuck to since he was 18... 
She was restless throughout
He was calm
They did not speak while at it...
They came out of the camp together... 
Just when she lost her balance...
He took hold of her...
Carried her back made her have another cup of tea n biscuits
They got talking...
She was incidentally travelling to town for a story telling session with an NGO near his office
She gave him a lift...
Impressed by her driving skills and her plush car he loved the feel of Air conditioned car perfume and the ambience that African beats playing on her stereo created against the backdrop of sweat covered pulsating mumbai traffic...
They were amused by each others life 
So much so that for the first time ever he dared give out his own no.when she asked for it...
They kept in touch...
Ocassionally met for some tea and brun maska at the iranis or for some moccha at a café
They imbibed some of each others life nuggets getting surprised at every meet 
They thoroughly loved to talk with each other and chatted for hours about the contrasts that they saw...
No... They did not fall for each other...
They became close friends...
Both of them glad for donating blood that day...
They found each other as strong supports 
The story ends here...
He is happily married 
She is still rocking it on her front
They don't get to meet that often given his settled status and EMI pressure of the suburban flat home loan.
His wife has been introduced to her and being from a background that she is finds their friendship unsettling and abnormal...
Even if they don't meet for months,
they have a fond place in each others heart 
A place which only they can understand...
Friends for life...
‪#‎notsotinytales‬
- Prajakta Sathe

TALE 28 - Un-Groom-Ed

She bend over and pulled up his sock lost in a pile of clothes n sheets n quietly hand it over to him
Thanks he muttered and hurriedly wore his shoes leaving the house
Uff when were these pillow covers changed last she thought in her mind...
Diligently cleared the room up
Dusted the furniture changed the upholstery
Put off everything for laundry...
She put the books in place
Alphabetical or topic wise she wondered...
She was curious about the topics though...
Books on dogs, architecture and a few coffee table books on films...
CD's so many of them...all over the living room...
Tissues beneath the dining table and half a slice of leftover pizza with a soda can...
Hmmm... This mess couldn't be cleared with a vacuum cleaner...
She took a garbage bag and started the clean up mission
Room by room she tackled his lackluster lifestyle with patience...
Kitchen...Fridge...mission impossible she thought...
Half eaten icecream tubs... Expired bottles of ketchup and mayo...
Blunders of bachelor life...
After about three hours of living room and kitchen she went to his wardrobe...
Should I open it or not she wondered...
It was almost open any which ways...
A gentle push and the whole bundle of used unused folded crumpled menswear fell over her...
With no option she tackled the cupboard for another 45 mins
Clean sheets
watered plants
Spotless tiles
Shinning flooring
Vacuumed carpet
Fresh curtains towels
Clutter free fridge
Arranged kitchen
Super tidy wardrobe
Folded laundry
Three tubs of washed for ironing, for washing, and for dry clean clothes...
This now looks somewhat like a house...
Not yet a home she said...
Went down got a few groceries
Fresh fruits veggies n some bread...
Carnations for the living room
Roses for the bedroom...
Refills for the hand wash and room fresheners
Amazing she said aloud as she lit a lamp in front of the altar...
Home sweet home...
By that time it was evening...
The bell rang... Must be him...
She had already freshened up pretty...
Hi... Said he...
Food... Coffee... And yes... Dinner is ready...
Wow...! He said trying to come close to her for a hug...
No thanks she said... But many thanks!!!
For letting me know the kind of person you are...
Its so evidently reflected in your house...
Look around now... This is how I am...
You would say that then we are a perfect match...
I d complete your lacking and you'd complete mine...
But I m not just this... I m much more than that...
I can clean and clean well... But I can do n number of other things too...
I don't think I can live with a drifter like you...
One who can't manage the place he lives, cannot manage prioritise and compartmentalise his life...
Hence Good bye Mr.Would Be...
Matrimonial sites should feature lifestyles of prospective grooms too!
Intellectually professionally religion wise we might be compatible...
But our philosophies don't match...
She left as quietly as she came...
Thanking her stars...
‪#‎notsotinytale‬
- Prajakta Sathe.

TALE 27 - Estro-gen-ex

She needs to cry every 10 to 12 days
That's a routine... Let her cry
If you stop her then you've had it
Don't ask her questions while she is letting it all out...
Just be there...
Don't hug her on your own...
She ll hug you if n when she wants while her sobbing episode lasts...
She ll be a lot better after this
Her mood will be back to a good high within the next one hour
Relaxed and positive she ll give you the most logical solutions to anything that you ask her...
No don't make out after this...
She d prefer to cuddle on cry days
She d b most likely to seek action in bed on her most stressed days...
Make sure you are available on those...
She doesn't like to cuddle post the post stress intimacy
Be prepared to sleep with your pillow since she sleeps the minute you'll are done
Also... Don't bother to remember the birthdays anniversaries...
She ll make sure she reminds you for one full month that they occur in...
But if u wish her one day early or late... You are gone...
She hates badly made tea and don't dare to offer to make one if you aren't a pro
Its best to leave her to her chai, just give her company and enjoy the tea
She does make worlds most awesome tea ever
Also she ll ask you for a compliment when she thinks she looks pretty
Be kind enough to oblige
Saves us a lot of trouble to fish for occasions then...
She hates jeans on herself but loves men wearing jeans so don't force her to match outfits...
Or she'll embarrass you death by coaxing you to wear matching maxi gowns to bed
If you watch her chick flicks she'll happily accompany you to your action war films
She loves sci fi movies, no I m not joking she totally got Inception Matrix etc...do not judge her
She gives a great head massage but likes getting a foot massage for herself...
So you give some to get some...
Also she likes being on her own at times but hates to be left by herself sometimes...
The secret weapon is ASK...
Use your mouth...
Everytime... Literally...
She hates sports don't nag her to watch it...
She loves music, she won't bother u to tag along... She has her friends watch it with her
She has a good taste in everything,
Well yes in almost everything unless you like to eat cookie dough more than cookies...
She loves pets and kids
Make sure you get her either one of of them or one at a time
Both pets n kids together can turn her from a calm princess to a screaming witch...
She has crushes but she'll admit them to you,
No need to be possessive , she won't ditch you... Ever...
If you ever cheat on her even in your dream... Do not hide it...
Be sure you tell her...
She ll listen smile n forget...
If you don't tell her n she finds out...
Then duh... Welcome to my club...
Goodluck dude!
Life's going to be a roller coaster
Call me anytime
XOXO
- Yours truely,
The Ex-husband...
‪#‎notsotinytale‬

- Prajakta Sathe

TALE 26 - High...Bye!!!

They met, unexpected, random...
It was destined that they would meet...
She hadn't been in love for a long time
She was a compulsive lover
By then he knew he would never be in love ever
He was over love for love and had settled into loneliness
She had the power of expression at her disposal which she was well aware of
He on the other hand had the power of experience
She thought she lacked focus
He thought he had vision
They were naturally attracted to each other
They spent enough energies with each other to know how they were
Together and otherwise
Life had come to a standstill
With no real adventure for her she kept expressing through mediums
He kept thinking of the time he had lost and kept free wheeling with life
They wanted to live together
But understood that they carried different sensibilities
Though what they wanted from each other was similar,
What they wanted from life was way too different
What they derived from this stint in each others lives was far more than actuals
Pain and power both...
Vibrational compatibility would have made it last but it wasn't there
They were from different worlds...
His gypsyness shook hands with her cohesion...
They stayed connected at heart but bid farewell in reality
Not all things are meant for everyone
‪#‎notsotinytales‬
- Prajakta Sathe.

TALE 25 - GenderWise...

Soha typed hastily on her I phone 
I ll be late keep the keys at the reception
She got a reply OKAY
She smiled...
Knowing that everyone would be either be gone by the time she reaches or would be sleeping,
This made her sigh with relief...
She was the only child of a high profile socialite couple who partied hard, clubbed or threw bashes at their own terrace attached floor at Juhu
She drove back to her boyfriend Sid
for staying over that night...
Sid from Delhi, son of an owner of a MNC
Sid stayed alone in Mumbai freelancing as a model...
With no real ambition in life he was living the life of his dreams...
Money, glamour, intoxication, girlfriend/s...
Soha was illegally driving at 17 and with the permission of her parents...
She reached his house
The door was ajar...
He was over the phone...
She wanted to surprise him so walked in quietly...
"She gave in long back" he said...
"Its a quick fix pact now...I can call her anytime and she is here in minutes...She thinks this is love", he said...
And He was not talking about her...
But about another common friend of theirs Rhea...
She got surprised but not shocked...
She laughed to herself as she quietly walked back...
Called up Rhea..."Rhe, honey I ve been missing you... Can I come over??? We can go out for a drive or maybe crash at my place!"
Rhea was the daughter of a yester year film actress born out of wedlock...
Raised by a single mom she had both money and sympathy at her disposal...
"Yes of course sweetheart, I ve been thinking about you all day long", said Rhea...
Soha drove straight to Rhea's place picked her up drove back to the former's house...
Pizza n beer... No grass today, they decided...
Sid decided to surprise Soha by dropping over at midnight...
He confidently rang the bell...
And we all know what he saw...
Not all of us need to be spoon fed...
Now what happened next... Is best left to our imagination...
GenX...
A story with character names...
‪#‎notsotinytales‬
- Prajakta Sathe.

TALE 24 - Entangled...

She missed her usual AC bus 
She was saving up for her home...
Sulking for having to now look out for a rickshaw she felt bad
Bad for snoozing the alarm twice...
Just then he came running
I saw you missed the bus...
Are you going to Borivali?, he asked...
Yes she said...
If you don't mind I ll share the rickshaw with you... He suggested...
She felt better, oh yes...
They travelled from Thane to Borivali together that morning...
She saw him in her AC bus the next morning...
Gave him a familiar smile...
Coincidentally they took the same bus back...
This time sitting together...
They exchanged pleasantries
Information about each others jobs working hours job profile was shared...
Back home she finished her domestic chores, put the children to bed and waited for her husband to return...
On my way....reaching in 45 mins, messaged the husband...
She wanted to relax... 
Logging on to Facebook she randomly typed his name...
His profile pic had him with his wife and children...
She smiled looking at the happy picture...
Changed her profile pic into a recent photograph with herself kids n the husband...
Husband comes, dinner is served....
Talks about children their exams extracurriculars and bills followed...
Ritualistic intimacy followed that night which happened to be out of habit and not passion...
Like most couples who ve been married for long, she thought about her marriage as she slept beside her already snoring husband...
Where was this heading?
Mechanical life... Maddening rush... Rat race... Loans... EMI's
Appraisals, performance, kids
In laws...customs traditions...
She suddenly felt out of place...
Felt choked...
In the days that followed she became friends with this travel buddy of hers...
They found out that both of them though well settled in their personal life had some kind of unsettlement...
Lack of zing, chemistry, excitement, spontaneity led to boredom...
They incidentally also found out that they had many common interests and would make great partners...
So they decided to take it up as a project...
They weren't in love but did things together that they loved...
Watched plays after work theatre being their common passion...
Went for weekend concerts...
They also met at each others houses to chat play scrabble and cook together...
They enrolled themselves for zumba classes...
Took up an indoor vertical garden project and helped each other...
They went for monsoon drives and trekked their way up random hills n mountains on city outskirts...
They called each other even at midnight and chatted for long hours...
They grew fond of each other...
Many of these things, their spouses knew...
Some things the spouses were kept off...
Fortunately the spouses were too busy with their own lives and wanted to relax as well...
They never hung out together with their families
They didn't want to...
They were special for each other...
At one point of time thoughts about love, intimacy did cross their minds...
They did go the physical way too...
But intimacy was just one aspect of their compatible equation...
He and she were happy in their marital set up...
Their spouses n kids were to precious to be called off...
They understood that they liked each other and loved their families...
They now had even happier spouses since they were now happy individually...
Hence the happiness vibe spread across their families...
If society allowed polygamy they would love to have second marriages...
It was their internal joke...
They dreamt of having a huge big happy family with his kids n wife, her kids n husband and their own children living together in one huge house that they would call A Happy Home...
Some things are good for dreaming...
Fantasising became satisfaction...
They are happy with each others company now...
Happily living dual lives of social norms laced with responsibility and attractive compatibility laced with romantic undertones... 
Complicated but so real...
‪#‎notsotinytales‬
- Prajakta Sathe.

TALE 23 - Blessings and stomachs

She was a cook...
Visiting several houses n making food for them...
She not only cooked meals but managed their kitchens to the T...
She did her job mighty well...
Filling people's heart not just stomachs...
Her dishes were vouched for at all times good or bad...
Her food comforted, her food celebrated, her food helped people bond, her food made people live on home cooked meals...
Fortunately for her, her passion was her profession...
Her work gave her immense joy and satisfaction...
One fine day she decided...
To quit her jobs and start off tiffin service on her own...
This was a business...
There was a serious risk...
And people she worked with wouldn't let her go...
So she had to make a choice...
Cooking is an art...
Not something you can learn overnight...
She took weekend orders at first...
Then her food spoke...
Publicity was made by word of mouth...
She was offered a job in a canteen as a chef...
She then stopped going to peoples homes to cook...
She took up the canteen offer for an experience...
She kept taking part time catering orders though...
Slowly gaining confidence and saving up on money she decided to quit this job...
She took help of one of her ex-employers
In turn offered to cook for their two party celebrations...
This was a good barter decision
He helped her make a database of all her ex-employers and people who ate in the canteen...
Messages were sent by her name promoting her new tiffin service as a venture...
People were pleasantly surprised with such a systematic approach...
She did start with 7 immediate tiffin orders...
Business grew...profits increased...
She kept the repay in kind policy with her ex employers...
They in turn helped her with business growth...
She would cook for their functions on weekends
She was listed on popular urban directories...
She also had her website made
She had a sincerely loyal fan following...
She slowly hired 5 people under her...
As this venture grew...
There was more space, more employment, more profit, more reach...
She was featured amongst one of the most successful women entrepreneurs in a year...
Was she skilled? Yes
Was luck by her side? Maybe
Would we care to know about her personal life? Maybe, maybe not...
No one knew about her personal life...
No one still knows...
And who cares...
Yet she made it...
We may not be happy about this tale...
But we can certainly be happy for her...
‪#‎notsotinytale‬
- Prajakta Sathe.

TALE 22 - Nip in the bud...

They first met on a Bangalore bound train.

Freelancers on a project.

She was just out of a breakup, elated to travel alone...

He was a junkie; 

Randomness was routine for him.

He slept a lot, almost throughout; like a baby...

Which she sneak peeked to see and blush.

She watched back to back movies on his laptop.

But still those 16 hours were fun...

Sharing food...

Caring in small ways...

Gaming...

And lots of fun talk.

Something in his eyes caught on to her mysteriously....

The way He said 'I love you' to His girl had laid a spell on her....

His sense of humour had kept her in giggles throughout.

The man was just trying to charm her to have some fun later.

But she was naive....

Out of a traumatic relationship, she was just too gullible.

She understood no tricks.

He succeeded...

Got what he was trying so hard for.

But, she lost....

Silly she....

She thought it was LOVE.

After all she dint know what Friends with Benefits meant.

All she knew was u make love when you actually LOVE!!

After this episode she separated the words Love n Sex...

A silly theory out of nowhere to not get physical with the person she liked to make sure there is no mix up of emotions...

She thought she nailed it here...

She thought she had found the sure shot formula of happiness and singledom...

Silly she...never found out why she could never be happy again...

One night stands with strangers who's name she wouldn't remember the day after...

She wondered y she was up unhappy inspite of waking up with a different man every morning...

She had flings with men she was sure she'd never fall in love with.

Silly she...

She never let the guy that genuinely cared for her to even hold her hand...

Ultimately randomness became her way of life...

It was a contagious thing...

Junkies creating junkies...

Silly he silly she and silly all others that caught it...

Silly reality....

Some tales aren't that silly...

‪#‎notsotinytales‬

- Prajakta Sathe.

TALE 21 - Perfect 3...

Honey... She said can I please have pancakes right now?

He looked at the watch with droopy eyes...

2 am...

You've got it babe, he said with a melting smile

A few mins later he carried her in his arms to the dinning table...

Here you are, he said...

Hot pancakes with a vanilla icecream scoop and chocolate drizzle...

Here have it, said he lovingly feeding her every spoon with immense joy n warmth

He again carried her to bed, this time to hold her; placing their hands on her huge belly,

 to sing a song she loved to hear...

"Two steps behind" he hummed gently as he made her sleep

Covering her with a quilt,he proudly saw the gorgeous glow that she had got...

He ensured every night that her socks were on, to keep her warm and the back support pillows were in place

Some nights he would read out to her,sometimes short stories, at times poems...

Some nights were meant for songs

Some for instrumental music that they both loved The Harp

She knit tiny booties and a cape n he helped her select her the color...

Daisy yellow n white wool, they said...

Would be perfect for a both a girl or a boy...

He cheerfully painted her toe nails knowing that she liked looking pretty but couldn't do it herself because of the growing belly...

They would go for short walks in the outdoors just enough to keep her active...

He took care of every other thing in the house...

She was allowed to have icecream for breakfast and asking for soup after dinner was alright...

Pregger cravings were well taken care off...

Her wishes were fulfilled to the T

Midnight demands were,

Cookies with milk, hot chocolate with marshmallows, waffles with maple syrup n cream, caramel custard, soufflé...

Her list was endless...

And so was his love...

For her and for their tiny little unborn bundle of joy...

It was a dreamy blissful heavenly period for both...

He was on a leave for her final trimester to give her company...

She was thrilled n relaxed on having him in these final months...

Yes he was an army man

No nothing dramatic happened...

Neither was he called for war at the time of delivery...

Nor did she die at childbirth...

The journey had an equally beautiful outcome...

A bonny healthy baby girl...

And what a perfect family it was...

Proud parents and one lucky baby...

A happy mushy sweet tale of joy...

Isn't it??? 

smile emoticon

‪#‎notsotinytale‬

- Prajakta Sathe.

TALE 20 - Dead calm...

He sat with his legs crossed on the pavement right across her balcony
Untouched unmoved undisturbed...
He never exhibited a single expression on his face...
This made him obviously unobtrusive...
She approached him with some hesitance...
Wary of his unkept looks but somewhere confident about his impending sanity she cautiously put forth a subtle hello...
This kind of sudden warmth dazzled him at first...
But being as non judgemental as he was he replied with a neutral Hi...
She wanted to know his story...
The reason for his royal looks being tattered to wilderness
His deep blue eyes were unnerving
And so were his auburn brown hair
He by no way could be an ordinary man she thought
Would he be a poet, a nobleman, a musician, a heartbroken lover, an abandoned prince??? she thought...
He on the other hand completely incognizant of her interest in him sat in his usual nullness
She was intruding in a way
But he wasn't the kind who bothered
While she thought if offering him a meal would break the ice, He thought of nothing but his next meal
Without uttering a word she offered him some broth and bread
He took it right away and ate it in peace
He did not care to thank
However she had her expectations right in place...
Next day she smiled at him but he kept his gaze constant without letting a single line on his face move...
She was taken aback...
She was used to judging people...
She again offered him some soup
The instance repeated...
And this went on for days on the end....
He never uttered a single word of gratitude
While her desperation to know more about him rocketed sky high
He had all emotions in her ignited...
Emotions of anger rage sometimes even hatred...
She wondered why she kept feeding him...
So she stopped offering him food...
He remained the way he was...
He did look out for food and got it any which ways...
She however never remained the same...
Would she die if she had never known him?
Would he die if she had never fed him?
Probably no...
Would it make a difference if he ever had a conversation with her???
We never know...
But what we definitely know is...
That whatever his story was being non judgemental made his life easier... And being otherwise made her life not so easy...
Way to go folks...
Not all tales have a story to please...
‪#‎notsotinytale‬
- Prajakta Sathe.

TALE 19 - Hotchpotch

She was searching for a suitable match.
He came in her life quite unexpected. 
He was the best friend of one of her matrimonial pursuits; 
Sweet coincidences got them connected.
He loved her to bits; 
She slept peacefully with him, laughed, clicked, the chemistry was strong...
But little did realise she was in love with him.
After all;she was searching for a husband material which he wasnt....
She broke his heart to do what she had resolved to do;
Finding the right one for the I Do.
She friendzoned him.
He accepted it.
Next was a NRI with an Indian heart n a great family;
The most perfect...
He wooed her...
Made promises.
Families met and the wedlock was getting planned.
This time she felt she is in love with the right one.
Aww; but the right one broke her heart...
He backed out without a valid reason...
Oblivious of her own feelings;
she went back to her friendzoned love to recouperate from this heartbreak.
He was there;
But this time;only as a friend.
She felt crushed n sad...
She was confused.
Why did his indifference affect her? Was she in love with him?
If it was love...
Why did she leave him earlier?
If she did leave him...
How can she be in love?
Was she attracted only because he was unavailable?
She asked...
But this time he pulled out.
She got entangled in her own questions.
All she knew was that she missed him to bits n pieces...
But his role in her life was over.
She had to accept this twist of fate...
And keep searching...
Helplessly courageously with faith or without...
The search had to be on...
She said to herself...
"I've learnt a lesson...
That husbands are often 'not the right ones & 'The right ones' are almost always NOT HUSBANDS..."
Sigh...
‪#‎notsotinytales‬
- Prajakta Sathe.

TALE 18 - Revert...

She was a sonnet 

In his superpersonal dairy

Her voice was music to his ears 

She was a dream that he saw every waking hour

She was enticingly invigorating

She was a glass of wine he'd pour after a long day at work

She was the most cozy person he'd like to rest his head upon

She was someone he'd like to sleep with and wake up to every day for the rest of his life

Her smile lit up his day

Her laugh cheered up his mood

Everything his was related to and depended upon HER..

Such a HE would be a prince charming for many...

But...

This charming prince had another side to his coin...

He called her

Nagged her

Stalked her

Followed her everywhere

Virtually physically emotionally

He got cranky when he wouldn't get to see her

He would get restless if he didn't get to meet her

He would go mad if she'd talk to anyone else

He wanted her...

And wanted her so badly...

To possess her was his motto...

And he tried every way he could

Such stories end with the END of either of the two.

This time it was different.

She could've hated him

She could ve got rid of him

But vengeance wasn't her flavor

She was empathetic but strong

She took control

She understood that he needed help, befriended him

Showed compassion

Took him to a Shrink

Fortunately he listened to her

Because he'd do anything for the person he loved

And...this story was...

Not so dramatically CURED...

‪#‎notsotinytales‬

- Prajakta Sathe.

TALE 17 - Seasoning.

She married her childhood sweetheart, remained a one man woman for 17 yrs of her life. Divorced at 30 she had deep scars and a deeper need to be held.

She resolved; to find the right match...

All she craved for was being loved...

Longed to rest in strong arms that assured and reassured

That he ll be there for her 

And actually be there for her

To tell her that they'll be fine

And everything will be alright...

Next 2 years;

5 major heartbreaks n a few smaller ones; her rematrimonial adventures were gory.

Some became friends

Some acquaintances

Some soulmates

Few besties

Yet another handful awkward exes...

Some turned out to be strangers

Some were deliberately forgotten

But a few were remembered on purpose

And there were others hard to erase from her memory...

Sigh....

But she had strengthened;

she had hardened;

she had learnt...

She now sleeps restlessly....

alone...

incomplete...

But completely ripened in her loving immaturity...

‪#‎notsotinytale‬

- Prajakta Sathe.

TALE 16 - One all...

She was vivacious....

She was the life of a party...

She made every moment light with her quirks, smirfs, giggles and more...

She cooked read books created aesthetic nooks had ravishing looks...

She was a struggler...

She was hardworking....

She was down to earth...

She was loving...

She was understanding...

She was quite an inspiration...

They felt she would be amazing as a life partner...

But they didn't know who she actually was;

She knew...

So she smiled and said I'm happy being single; I love my independence...

She never wondered if the grass was greener on the other side...

She was happy tending n mending her own garden...

She loved to bask in the fragrance of blossoms she grew...

She knew herself so well...

Well... Some stories don't have any more characters...

Seemingly incomplete

But oh so Complete on their own...

‪#‎notsotinytales‬

- Prajakta Sathe