I want to share a love story from the land of traditions and cultural diversity, India. Please do not draw conclusions before you have read the whole story.
It all started three decades ago when a women felt she was blessed to have me in her life. Initially, I did not understand why she loved me. I gave her lot of pain, but somehow she knew I did not mean to. She loved me unconditionally and welcomed me with joy into her world. She was elegant and beautiful. I could not stop but love her back. In no time, the connection had gotten stronger.
Years passed by, our love for each other had only grown stronger. Sometimes, I wondered about the times before I met her. It was like nothingness. To date, I question If I even existed before I met her. She being a very strong women helped me grow and face different shades of life. At night, I went to bed with nothing to worry about. Of course, we have had our share of fights and arguments but it never lasted for more than a day. There are no words to explain the attachment I share.
Life was good, everything was normal until a few years back. It started with loosing my sleep, I was very scared. I was scared not because I stared loosing sleep, but because of the reason behind it, a new lady in my life. I had met so my ladies before, but this was the first time I started thinking seriously about another lady. She had consumed my thoughts. I don’t know why and how it happened. Needless to say, she was beautiful and intelligent. It felt like I had seen a walking description of a classic lady. She gave a new dimension to my life. I tried a lot to come out of this, but as they say love does not see age, religion nor language. In fact, she was had just finished her university studies, she spoke a different language than I did and did not belong to the same religion.
I wanted to tell her how I felt but I did not have the courage to do so. I struggled with this thought for months. One day, I gathered all my courage, went to her and told her about my feelings. She could not believe me; she thought I was joking, but as time went by she realized that I truly loved her. She could not stop but love me back. Again, there are no words to share the attachment I share.
We wanted to marry each other but we knew this was socially unacceptable. However, we felt that social acceptability was not a problem as long as our families accepted it. So we decided to tell them and as expected they were in shock. Even after several attempts of trying to make them understand they denied our relationship.
Today, the women who loved me for more than two decades is broken. My new found lady love is hurt. I don’t know if I am the cause or the victim of this situation. When I ask the woman who has loved me unconditionally for all these years, “Why would you not let me be with my new found love?” she says, “I don’t mind you loving somebody else, but I mind if she is not from the same religion as we are. I am your mother, and I will not let you do this mistake. You either let me go or let her go”.
Yes, the woman who has been loving me for so many years is my mother, and my new found lady love is my girlfriend. I don’t know how do I proceed from here, Love is strange indeed!