Dearest Veronica,
The past cannot be changed, forgotten, edited, OR erased… it can only be
accepted.
And my child, you have to do the same. In fact, you ought to do the same. There was a time back then when I used to be innocent and naïve as you are now. I was a high school student- studious and serious but then just one mistake at the age of sixteen ruined me completely. I used to be joyous, fun loving and dedicated towards everything simultaneously. I was free as a bird when I entered high school and I wasn't bounded by limitations. It was my life now and I had complete hold of it. I had that freedom. It was only then when I met him- your father. We all were at your aunt’s house and extremely drunk. That was for the first time I sensed something exhilarating and different between us. Continuously looking at the stars with our bodies entwined, hands held tight and with country songs being played in the background. To be honest, I preferred something soothing and light but in that moment, those sounds and beats were of no use to us. I swear we were infinite in that very moment! He was tall and slender. He was beautiful, my love. With his hair falling on his face and that shine in his sea-green eyes, Oh my! He was no less than a star. It was for the first time that we both made love under the tintinnabulating stars and tender-tiny rain drops which merged with my drops- drops of pain. Drops of satisfaction, drops of pain and drops of ecstasy. The cool sea breeze struck our stripped off bodies and went back, and then again did the same. Once we were through, we got dressed and sat with his arm caressing my back and my head resting on his shoulder. That was one of a night, a night to be remembered forever.
Sing, sweet nightingale. Sing me a song of night never
ending!
It was days later when I became acquainted with the fact that changed my life. Entirely. I was thrown on the roads as soon as my parents discovered that I was expecting my first child. I was completely shattered by their behaviour. My lanky love couldn't digest this fact so he jumped off the bridge. At that initial moment, I was torn into million pieces, Veronica. My parents left me, he suicide and I was there- standing at the same bridge with you within me. I could have killed myself too, but then I didn't want to be a killer of that child- with his blood running in him/her. I decided to live. Live-not for me, not for the society but just for our last loving moments. To be precise, for you my child. I started living at your aunt’s place and earned by painting. That painting you see hanging above the cabinet, signifies that last night with your father. I started working with an advertising firm which helped me to buy of house of my own. I used to miss everyone at times but he, he remained in my heart for ever. I never wanted him to end up things like this.
I never pictured it ending this way. But then again, I never
spent a day without loving him like I used to.
Perhaps, when I woke up that noon dressed in pink hospital clothes, a wide smile appeared as I glanced you. I've had given birth to the prettiest soul ever. Yes Veronica- you! Slowly you started uttering and walking and it was then when I started worrying about past. I gave you the best of all I could. I loved you and cared for as I had to play your father’s role too.And now when you’re finally sixteen, I stand proudly for you are like your father- beautiful, green-eyed and sylphlike. I committed mistake at the same age as yours which gave me the purest happiness as well as took my happiness away. I want you to be safe, sound and vigilant my love. Do what you want to, but just don’t act like a nincompoop. Your father must have been proud today seeing you achieve success. Forgive me for all my mistakes, if possible, I've always wished for your happiness. Nothing more. Nothing less. It’s your life now. Your freedom. I've told you the story. The untold story.
Everyone has a dark side and a bright side, my past is the
darker side and you are the brighter side..
Happy Sixteenth Veronica.
The story has been revealed.
The untold story is no longer unsung.
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