“You…”she pointed her slender fingers right near my nose, I flinched,”…just in class EIGHT and your boyfriend in class TEN, what are you going to feed your children?” She took a long angry breath. “Rotten socks?” My trembling lips could summon no answer to my angry matron who was shouting at me for having caught me talking to my boyfriend on the steps leading to our hostel. On that Sunday morning, I knew fear of a different caliber and I stood trembling, wishing the hostel floor to engulf me.

I’ve come a long way from that day to understand love and its various shades. True, I read a lots of romantic books and for some moments I almost idolized LOVE but after this recent post THE OTHER WOMAN in WAB, I’ve tried to deliberate on the real meaning of love. (P.S….Ms Dorji Yudey, I got inspired by your comments on my that post,thanks). I see many great writers in WAB trying to write in sequels, and I too wanted to try my hand in it…..so I started with A SMILE IS ALL IT TAKES, where a sorrow filled girl meets a stranger who makes her realize the beauty of smiles and its magic.

FROM COFFEE TO DINNER followed, I gave a relationship to these two characters and they became coffeemates. In the third story, THE END?  I tried a twist by making the man move away from this girl with the chasm of a marriage ( now, doesn’t a twist in the tale keep the readers captivated?). Moreover I knew that if I ever had plans to carry on I could continue, hence I left a question mark in the title itself. True to my plans, an idea struck me, what happens after they part ways in THE END? And lo, THE OTHER WOMAN was born. While trying to get into the OTHER WOMAN, I chose different endings, for once I let the girl decide to kill the wife and snatch her lover back, but that idea seemed too gross.

Then I wanted her to commit suicide with shame, but that didn’t do justice to the wonderful feeling of love. So finally I thought maybe the girl can let him go but retain the love in her heart. Now, that was an idea, I told myself, would make many a girls’ heart sigh,’Oh!Love!’

But coming to myself out of the character, I feel LOVE of such level belongs in fiction and has no place in the real world whatsoever. If I read about such character, I would shed tears at the beauty of the feeling but if it happened near me practically I would spurn the OTHER WOMAN like any other person. I sound like a two faced jerk, but I know many would agree with me.

Isn’t love beautiful but in stories?

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