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Night duty, Our schedule was 11pm -7am. I was told by so many people that nursing was the course of no sleep. Apparently for me I love sleeping. I in fact could sleep the whole day and wake up the next day and cant wait to fall asleep again. That’s how much I love sleeping. Unfortunately for me, I was placed in a schedule that contradicted my little hobby. Dumangas was out of town and we were required to sleep here for 2 days and go on duty for 3 nights. This experience happened one night, when I was told to assist the doctor in handling a delivery. It was my first time to handle a delivery hands on, coincidently, I was half awake at that time. 2 30 am the door to the room I fell asleep in burst open, and I was called to the delivery room with 5 other classmates of mine.
Entering the delivery room, I looked around and notice that the doctor was already there, she was already between the pregnant woman’s legs ready to assist her to give birth. I slowly made my way towards her, put on a pair of gloves. The woman seemed to have a hard time, I noticed her grimacing and grunting. The doctor left me to get something, important probably. I came closer. I was still in a daze however and I was trying to make observations. When suddenly water burst out the woman’s opening. I impulsively jumped back but the water from her water bag caught my whole left leg. I swear I was ready to go naked, but I dint.
After that moment everyone speeded up, they went to their places and I did what I was told, when suddenly the doctor took my hands pulled me near the mothers opening and said I had to pull out the baby, as if the water bag wasn’t enough, I was thrown into another situation, a very new…and hard situation. I hesitated at first and I found myself standing, lost for a second. I did not know how to pull a baby out. The doctor must have noticed, and patiently took my hands and guided me holding the baby’s head, the loud cry of the new born told me it was a job well done, I sighed deeply in relief. It was time to clamp the baby’s cord. This part did not go so well as to what I have hoped for. In Fact I thought I had closed my eyes while holding the clamp in one hand and the scissor in the other, I was tremendously sleepy and I kept waking up every time a high pitched voice rang. People where talking about my little finger and the doctor was telling me to cut the cord. This confused me but my instructor guided me all the way. I tied the knot around the cord “perfectly”. That made me proud. Then it was time to pull the placenta out. It slid out okay and it was a job well done for me.

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Taekwondo is a Korean martial art and combat sport. Taekwondo is the national sport of South Korea. It is also regarded as the world's most popular martial art in terms of number of practitioners,[1] and sparring, or kyeorugi, is an official Olympic sporting event. In Korean hanja, tae (태; 跆) means to strike with the foot; kwon (권; 拳) means to strike with the hands; and do (도; 道) means way, taekwondo is loosely translated as to the foot and hand way.

Taekwondo's popularity has resulted in the varied evolution of the martial art into several domains: as with many other arts, it combines combat techniques, self-defense, sport, exercise, meditation and philosophy.

There are two main styles of Taekwondo: World Taekwondo Federation (WTF), which is practised at the Olympics; and International Taekwondo Federation (ITF), which was founded by General Choi Hong Hi, the father of Taekwondo. Although there are great doctrinal and technical differences among the two taekwondo styles and organizations, the art in general emphasizes kicks thrown from a mobile stance, employing the leg's greater reach and power (compared to the arm). Circular motions that generate power are of central importance. Also important to the generation of power is the movement of the hips while performing a punch or a block. Taekwondo training generally includes a system of blocks, punches, and open-handed strikes and may also include various take-downs or sweeps, throws, and joint locks.

History

The oldest Korean martial art was an amalgamation of unarmed combat styles developed by the three rival Korean kingdoms of Goguryeo, Silla and Baekje.[2] Young men were trained in unarmed combat techniques to develop strength, speed, and survival skills. The most popular of these techniques was subak, with taekkyeon being the most popular of the segments of subak.

Taekwondo practitioners demonstrating their techniques.Those who demonstrated strong natural aptitude were selected as trainees in the new special warrior corps, called the Hwarang. It was believed that young men with a talent for the liberal arts may have the grace to become competent warriors. These warriors were instructed in academics as well as martial arts, learning philosophy, history, a code of ethics, and equestrian sports. Their military training included an extensive weapons program involving swordsmanship and archery, both on horseback and on foot, as well as lessons in military tactics and unarmed combat using subak. Although subak was a leg-oriented art in Goguryeo, Silla's influence added hand techniques to the practice of subak.

In spite of Korea's rich history of ancient and traditional martial arts, Korean martial arts faded into obscurity during the Joseon Dynasty. Korean society became highly centralized under Korean Confucianism and martial arts were lowly regarded in a society whose ideals were epitomized by its scholar-kings.[3] Formal practices of traditional martial arts such as subak and taekkyeon were reserved for sanctioned military uses. However folk practice of taekkyeon as a kicking game still persisted into the 19th century

Features

Taekwondo is famed for its use of kicking techniques,especially which distinguishes it from martial arts such as karate or southern styles of kung fu. The rationale is that the leg is the longest and strongest weapon a martial artist has, and kicks thus have the greatest potential to execute powerful strikes without successful retaliation.

Taekwondo as a sport and exercise is popular with people of both sexes and of many ages. Physically, Taekwondo develops strength, speed, balance, flexibility, and stamina. An example of the union of mental and physical discipline is the breaking of boards, which requires both physical mastery of the technique and the concentration to focus one's strength.

A Taekwondo student typically wears a uniform (dobok 도복), often white but sometimes black or other colors, with a belt (tti 띠) tied around the waist. The belt indicates the student's rank. The school or place where instruction is given is called the dojang 도장.

Although each Taekwondo club or school will be different, a Taekwondo student can typically expect to take part in most or all of the following:

Learning the techniques and curriculum of Taekwondo
Both anaerobic and aerobic workout, including stretching
Self-defense techniques (hosinsul 호신술)
Patterns (also called forms, poomsae 품새, teul 틀, hyeong 형)
Sparring (called kyeorugi 겨루기, or matseogi 맞서기 in the ITF), which may include 3-, 2- and 1-step sparring, free-style, arranged, and point sparring, and other types
Relaxation and meditation exercises
Throwing and/or Falling techniques (dunjigi and torojigi)
Breaking (also called destruction; gyokpa). Using techniques to break boards for testing, training and martial arts demonstrations. Demonstrations often also incorporate bricks, tiles, blocks of ice or other materials. Can be separated into two types:
Power breaking - using straightforward techniques to break as many boards etc as possible.
Special techniques - breaking fewer boards but using jumping or flying techniques to attain greater heights, distances, or to clear obstacles.
Exams to progress to the next rank
A focus on mental and ethical discipline, justice, etiquette, respect, and self-confidence
Some Taekwondo instructors also incorporate the use of pressure points, known as ji ap sul as well as grabbing self-defense techniques borrowed from other martial arts, such as Hapkido and Judo.

Ranks, belts, and promotion

Taekwondo ranks are separated into "junior" and "senior" or "student" and "instructor" sections. The junior section typically consists of ten ranks indicated by the Korean word geup 급 (also Romanized as gup or kup). The junior ranks are usually identified by belts of various colors, depending on the school, so these ranks are sometimes called "color belts". Geup rank may be indicated by stripes on belts rather than by colored belts. Students begin at tenth geup (usually indicated by a white belt) and advance toward first geup (usually indicated by a red belt with a black stripe as 1st Guep).

The senior section is made up of nine full ranks of black belt along with an honorary tenth degree which you can be voted by a group of other senior instructors and the grand master. These ranks are called dan 단, also referred to as "black belts" and "degrees" (as in "third dan" or "third-degree black belt"). Black belts begin at first degree and advance to second, third, and so on. The degree is often indicated on the belt itself with stripes, Roman numerals, or other methods; but sometimes black belts are plain and unadorned regardless of rank.

To advance from one rank to the next, students typically complete promotion tests in which they demonstrate their proficiency in the various aspects of the art before a panel of judges. Promotion tests vary from school to school, but may include such elements as the execution of patterns, which combine various techniques in specific sequences; the breaking of boards, to demonstrate the ability to use techniques with both power and control; sparring and self-defense, to demonstrate the practical application and control of techniques; and answering questions on terminology, concepts, history, and so on, to demonstrate knowledge and understanding of the art. For higher dan tests, students are sometimes required to take a written test or to submit a research paper in addition to taking the practical test.

Promotion from one geup to the next can proceed fairly rapidly, since schools often allow geup promotions every two, three, or four months. Students of geup rank learn the most basic techniques first, then move on to more advanced techniques as they approach first dan.

In contrast, promotion from one dan to the next can take years. The general rule is that a black belt may advance from one rank to the next only after the number of years equivalent to the rank. For example, a newly-promoted third-degree black belt may not be allowed to promote to fourth-degree until three years have passed. Some organizations also have age requirements related to dan promotions, and may grant younger students poom 품 (junior black belt) ranks rather than dan ranks until they reach a certain age. Dan ranks usually have titles associated with them, such as "master" and "instructor". At some schools though it doesn't matter if you are a poom or a dan you have the same titles and respect associated with it. However, these titles and their associations with specific ranks vary among schools and organizations. Promotion at the Master level is based on more on contribution to the art, teaching experience and evidence of understanding the full mental and physical aspects of Taekwondo. At the highest levels a physical test is not required but a demonstration may be performed if the candidate wishes.

The two main Taekwondo organizations have their own rules and standards when it comes to ranks and the titles that go with them; for details, see Kukkiwon and International Taekwondo Federation.

In ITF taekwondo, there are many competitive events, young england champion Benjamin Atkinson Of Dunstable is 12 years of age and current at a 2nd degree black belt, he is said to be entering the welsh tournament, next month.

Korean commands

In taekwondo, Korean language commands are often used. For words used in counting, see Korean numerals.

Word Hangeul Meaning

Charyeot Attention
Gyeongnye Bow
Baro Return
Swieo At ease, relax
Kihap Spirit Yell
Junbi Ready
Sijak Begin
Gallyeo Break (separate)
Kyesok Continue
Keuman finish (stop)
Dwiro Dora" Turn around (about turn)
Haesan Dismiss

It was in the airport that I met Rohit..Rohit Sharma. A stormy night had delayed his flight from America to the world’s most beautiful country, my beloved India. My heart skips a beat each time I thought of him…as I have never met him. And of course I was almost killed by my very own curiosity of what this stranger could be made of, how could he be, what was he like and hmm.. Most importantly would he be a great designer with professional designs that my company really needed.
Well, by 12.45 am the arrival hall was buzzing around with very anxious people and of course I was one of them. I was actually wishing that this so called rohit would not appear so that I could just get back home and hit the bed.
“How am I suppose to recognize him…I never knew him..” I thought to myself. As I was searching, I felt a tap on my shoulders.
“Hi, you must be Ms.Nindia..ms.Nindia Chawla..”He smiled rather confused. “I’m Rohit Sharma from America.” he added.
He was the most amazing looking guy that I ever saw. Well, I have met hundreds of handsome guys whom turns up at my studio to be models, but this guy has something so mysteriously sweet about him. He dressed up well..more like a designer and he had slightly long hair that one finger would be delighted to run through them and his eyes.. His eyes were the ones that were so attractive on him; it was brown and very deep that it said thousands of things. He was tall, northernly fair and his smile was so mischievous.
“Hello..Ms.Nindia..” I snapped out of my wonderful dream world.
“Ehmm,,yah. The car is out there, lets go” I said blushingly. I walked straight to the car while cursing in my heart that my sleep has been stolen for this guy and why am I suppose to pick him when there are millions out there who would willingly do so. We had a very quiet journey back home as I thought Rohit must have been very exsausted. I couldn’t help taking my eyes of his face. He looked so innocently childish when he was asleep and even while sleeping he was smiling. The kindness he has in his heart was shorn right on his face.
We reached our destination 3 hours later and I returned home smiling like a small kid after receiving a birthday present but on bed I was thinking of him and just laughed the matter off as I know that he’s just gonna be my collegue and nothing more than that.
I had to get to the office by 8am as we had to come up with a show in about a weeks time and the models has not been finalized. I was at my desk browsing through the photos of the models to select 10 capable models that would fit Rohits collection. I have personally seen his designs and it was breathtaking. He designs wedding suits and it was simply marvelous. Made of beads, copper embroidery and from the finest materials, it would sway a lady who sees it immediately.
“Good morning madame..thanks for the quiet ride home yesterday. I loved it..and another thing, I loved the way you stared at me when I was “sleeping”’ he said cheekily.
“You mean you to say you were not asleep, funny man. And I wasn’t looking at you and admiring you .I just pitied what a dumb person you could be to move from India to America but just to come back to India to promote your clothes.” I snapped back.
“Woooww…that’s a bit way to sarcastic Ms.Nindia.Lets start over. Hi, I think your hot.He winked. Okie fine, hello there Ms.Nindia, how are you?” he asked in a very annoying way.
“Fine thank you and let’s start work” I said feeling a bit too irritated.
I showed him the photos of the models and he was impressed. He was finalizing the models when my boss came in.
“Well, well hello there Mr.Rohit Sharma. It’s a pleasure to have you here with us. Make yourself very comfortable. And yes make sure this show would be such a success that no one would ever forget. Well, I have to rush. Ms.Nindia would deal with you. She’s great to work with” Mr.Breganza said as he hurried off the door.
We smiled at each other and started work. 3.00pm called all selected models in. the audition was held and all 10 passed through well as Rohit agreed that they would carry his clothes well as a proud bride instead of an exotic hot model. I smiled listening to his words, as most organizers would love to have exotic models. The models signed some papers and were told to be in the office the next day by 8.00am to begin their practice.
It was a long day for both Rohit and me. I was getting ready to leave when Rohit approached me.
“Hey wanna go for a cup of coffee” he asked.
“Don’t you know a word of Hindi, Rohit?” I snapped back.
“Why are you so prudent, rude and sarcastic. I am just trying to be nice here. Ha,mei Hindi janti hu. Chalo, lets go get some nice coffee for both of us” he said as he grabbed my handbag and left the office. I ran behind him feeling so stupid and surprised. I had a wonderful chat over a cup of coffee with him and we talked about each other so much without much formality. To my surprise, the coffee tasted more delicious than the usual times I use to go. Hmm.. Was it Rohit or was it just my conscience. Nope. I decided.. They changed the chef.
“Well, meet you tomorrow Mr.Rohit. Thanks for the ride back home. I really appreciate it.” I smiled and waved to him.
“Its okie. Don’t mention it. But you can show your appreciation by inviting me in.” I stared at him.
“Ok ok, good night Ms.Nindia. See you tomorrow” he said and drove off. I found myself smiling to my self. The sparkle in his eyes said so many things at once that it kept me thinking till I dozed off happily that night.
I rushed to work that next day just to find Rohit surrounded by all the models that suprisingly was very early. I was a bit irritated and jealous but “why should I be?” I thought to myself.
“Ehh Rohit, busy ehh..” I smiled as I put my load of papers on the table and begun to work.
“Well, someone’s a green monster I must say. Nothing much was just being a bit too friendly with them and was busy browsing around for a perfect candidate to be my wife when you abruptly entered. Would you love to be in my list” he asked very mischiviosly.
I did not even bother to look at him as the model were all set to get to the hall for the practice. Training of the models finished the whole entire day. We had to co-ordinate them on their positions on the stage and they had to be trained to walk as a shy decent bride. The hardest part was to train them on their facial expression. I did not have even a moment with Rohit the whole day and deep inside me, I felt that I missed him. I was running out of time. I have not chosen props and even the location of the show has not been decided. All has to be done by tomorrow and I knew there was a workload on my head. I finished my work at 11.45pm and was really waiting to romance my bed once I got home when Rohit approached me
“ Bet you must be really tired, Ms.Nindia. Let me have the pleasure to send you back home” he invited.
“Hmm..its ok, Mr.Rohit.I brought my car today ”I replied and at that moment I really wishes I had taken a bus to work.
“Ehmm..i actually have something on my mind and chest that I really have to tell you and I hope you don’t mind” he asked worriedly.
My heart skipped a beat. Is he going to blurt of that question. Its too fast.. My mind was running into a fantastic imagination.
“Well, what is it.. Just spill it out”? I asked and sounded a bit too proud.
“Ehmmm.. Actually I have a very specially designed bridal wear and I would like to have someone very special to parade it for me. That very model should have all the criteria’s that I am looking for in women. She should have the looks of a wife, of a mother, of a free girl and most importantly of a shy bride all in one” he sounded seriously.
I was disappointed for a moment but laughed to myself. How could a professional renowned designer all the way across the miles fall for a normal director of a modeling company?
“Yup sure Mr.Rohit. We have that kind of model in our agency. Just give me till tomorrow by 3.00 and the model will be there fitting and suiting all your wanted criterias. I promise you.” I replied.
“No, I’ve found that model in you. You suit that character so well. The shoes fits you” he added
“What..Have you lost your mind Mr.rohit? I am not a model and I don’t intend to. I am too plain to be a model and more over for renowned names. I am really sorry, but I really can’t.” I was surprised and shocked.
“No, you must. I just cant find anyone more suitable to wear it other than you.” he said as he brought out a the most beautiful wedding wear that I’ve ever seen in my whole entire simple life. “Just take it home and try.. Tell me if you change your mind and I will accept any of your answer tomorrow. Remember, we are running out of time.” he said and left.
I was standing in the middle of the office feeling so lost, stupid and confused. I kept looking at the wedding wear and I really did know what to say. Why me, of all the person, when he has so many other choices. Is Rohit trying to make me feel inferior to the other models or was he really sincere. Does he really think I fit the role and did he mean that I really have that criteria he meant just now?
I drove back home and cried for a moment and I really did not know the reason why. I couldn’t come up with any reason why should I model that costume. But suddenly I felt something that I never felt before. I was rather scared that I might have fallen for Rohit. That I should at least do this for him. I went to bed feeling so confused and miserable.
“Hey good morning Nindia..Yes must be the answer” Rohit said to me so chriply. And he forgot my Miss.
“Well, hmm..I guess its nothing wrong to try, but I won’t promise you that I will be the best Rohit.. i mean Mr.Rohit” I blushed
“No, call me Rohit. It sounds very nice like that. I will see you at the show modeling that so go get your positions and get ready practicing. And another thing Nindia, about the location of the show I have decided it. Its gonna be on a setting some sort of an island. The stage shall be in the middle and surrounded by water and it should be in the open air. We could select a beach side hotel or something like that. I will get the place today and you don’t worry. I even have printed invitations to the function. Just left with the location. I am incharge now. You do your work okie” Rohit said sounding so demanding.
I was rather speechless. He made me feel so much of a kid again. He has brought so much of love and laughter to my empty, sad boring life. My heart had only known emptiness until the day he came and filled my heart with his overflowing jovial ways. His sense of humor has turned my frown into a smile. And now he is teaching me to bring the best out of me. He wants me to go that extra mile. And now I know definitely that I am madly in love with him..rohit.. My rohit
Days passed so fast and I enjoyed every moment working with Rohit. We became very close in a few days, but I remained my distance in case I was wrong in my judgement. A night before the event, he approached me.
“Hey nindia, how are you. I really understand that u must be really nervous. But chill okie. Everything will be fine and you will be the finest among all. You have always been the best. I know I can look up to you. Now go get some rest and don’t forget to get your facial done tomorrow morning and relax. Have a nice tight sleep..Think of me..okie fine..I am sorry for that statement. Just joking. So, I better make a move now. My day is tomorrow. My long waited moments. Till then, good night.” He said so meaningfully and walked off.
As he walked he was taking a part of me with him. He has captured my heart with his words and his eyes. I found myself reading his eyes and it said things that I could understand. I keep losing my words when I see him and even if I had all descriptive vocabulary embedded in my brains, I am still searching for words that would fit exactly right.
I went for a make over the next morning. I was surprised that I looked different. Very different. Rohit was there instructing the makeup artist to make us look as simple as possible but natural. I kept looking at him but he never even had a glance at me. I was sure that it was love at one side. But I can’t worry myself today. I had to look happy in my eyes. The time to dress up came and I was having butterflies in my stomach. I was scared, very nervous but I tried to remain calm. I put on the wedding suit and the make up suited it so well.. Rohit had planed it well..he made me look so divine..Something he has always loved in girls.
“I told you that you’re always the best. You never believed it” he said while holding me by my shoulders and looking at the mirror. He was wearing a sheerwani suit, a dress code for grooms. We looked so made for each other in the mirror.
“Get ready. Its about to begin” he said and left.
“And yes…please smile nindia cause that’s the best thing I love about you” he added and left.

“Ladies and gentleman, welcome to the most awaited fashion event in the fashion buzz. The most amazing clothes by Rohit Sharma. We present the brides, our very own girls form the very known land, India.” the man of the show announced.
All the models put on their best looks and their best foot forward. The place was breathtaking, and the night was windy and and settings were so charismatic and beautiful. I have never ever imagined in my wildest dream that I would be here tonight on such lovely show. Rohit has put his life into this event and it turned out fruitful.
“Well, here we have the most precious design of Rohit Sharma modeled by very carefully selected model Ms.Nindia Chawla” the man of the show announced again.
It was my turn..And it was up to me to make it fail or make the best out of Rohit. So I thought of Rohit and walked up the stage and to my surprise the lights went off and as I walked some guy models accompanied me with lamps in their hand.. It was a very romantic moment and I treasure it till now.
I stood tall in on the stage with the models and Rohit was called on stage and there was a round applause for Rohit and I could’NT help myself clapping for him as I know he did his best and he deserve the credits.
“Hmm..Well thank you so very much for the support that you have given to me today. I am so proud to have my collection modeled by India’s finest ladies and only the Indian women’s could carry the theme of my designs” he paused for another round of applause. “Well there is another thing I have to mention here. I have decided on my wife in this wedding fashion show.” he said as he turned around and handed me a red envelope card.
“Its up to this bride to except this groom” he continued and smiled.
“I love you Nindia, and you are the best thing that has ever happened to me and I wish upon the stars tonight that you shall be mine forever and just to let you know that the love I hold for you in my soul is greater than an ocean or the sky above, think it over”.. He said and thanked the crowd and in a very special way he left the stage while every audience in the event stood up for him.
I felt totally lost again. He loves me. He really does. He made me feel belonged. But, why didn’t I just accept his love there, instead of letting him just walk off. I regret that mistake I did until this very moment.
I did not see Rohit for around 2 weeks, but he keeps in touch by telephone conversations. I still did not have the guts to tell him how I felt.
One night he called me.
“ Hey there nindia, shall we meet up today. I really need to know somethings.,” he asked.
“Oh of course, where shall we meet’ I asked anxiously.
“I’ll pick you up later at 8.00. There will surely be a surprise awaiting you,” he said and the line was off.
I dressed up my very best as this was suppose to be our first date out after he proposed me. I had to tell him today. I was all so enthusiastically awaiting him when the phone rang.
“Hello, is this Ms.Nindia Chawla” a man said from the other corner.
“Yes, indeed I am, how can I help you” I said
“Well I think ma’am you should get to the Santa Marian Hospital as fast as possible. Mr.Rohit Sharma has met an accident and your number was the last call on his hand set..hurry” he said and the line went dead
So were my brains. Everthing was numb in me. I felt the wall collapsing and my world tearing apart. But no, I have to go. To my Rohit.. “He’s fine there. It might just be a small accident” I thought and drove a fast as possible to the hospital. I found his room and my tears rolled down my cheek uncontrollably.
Why my Rohit. Why me all the time. The doctor came in and gave me the news. The news that stopped the circulation of my blood and all mechanism in my body.
“I am so sorry, Ms.nindia. Rohit has slipped into a very deep coma and we doubt he will survive even till tommorow. He has lost too much blood in the crash. I am terribly sorry. You may have him to yourself and please inform all the ones close to him” the doctor said and left.
I lost control of myself. I fell abruptly on the chair looking at my Rohit. My tears lost its direction; something was so hard on my throat. The rohit that I met, whom I love and who loves me is going to die and I am here to witness it. I cried..cried my heart out begging him to stay..The nurse tapped me and handed me an envelope.
“ The paramedics found this beside him in the car. Its addressed to you” she said as she handed me a big red envelope.
It read as,

Dearest Nindia,

I love you from now till deaths do us apart. I want you to know that I love you from the very bottom of my heart and my love is so unconditional towards you. My love for you is the strongest feeling that I had ever had in along time and I want you to know that this is true. I want you to know that no matter where am I, I will always love you, and will forever do. Will you at least tell me that you love me to…love, your Rohit

Something was beeping, it wasn’t my pager. To my horror it’s the life support machine Rohit was on.. He was passing. Was going and I didn’t know what to do.
“No rohit, not now.. Don’t leave on me. Not now. Please listen I have something to say.. Rohit wait” I begged when the lines went straight and then everything was silent in the room…
My world felt apart. The walls in my life came crashing down. My rohit is dead. Cold and blue. And god, you had to make me see this. Why Rohit, he was still so young. He was only 29. And he never had a chance to live. You snatched him at the peak of his success and killed me while I was alive.
Till today, Rohit lives in my heart and every breath that I take. The wedding suit was always meant for me to be with Rohit and now it hangs faithfully in the cupboard with all my memories that I shared with Rohit. And every single day I pray to god to just let me have one moment with Rohit.. Just one moment and at that moment I would tell Rohit and I always loved him too…

They have been married for two years. He loves literature and often posts his work on the net, but nobody ever reads them. He is also into photography and he handles their wedding photos. He loves her very much. Likewise with her. She has a quick temper and always bullies him. He is a gentleman and always gives in to her.

Today, she's being willful again.

Her: "Why can't you be the photographer for my friend's wedding? She promised she'd pay."
Him: "I don't have time that day."
Her: "Humph!"
Him: "Huh?"
Her: "Don't have time? Write less of those novels, and you will have all the time you need."
Him: "I... someone will definitely recognize my work some day."
Her: "Humph! I don't care, you'll have to do it for her!"
Him: "No."
Her: "Just this once?"
Him: "No."

Negotiation's broken. So, she gave the final warning: "Give me a Yes within three days, or else..."

First day, she "withheld" the kitchen, bathroom, computer, refrigerator, television, hi-fi... Except the double bed, to show her "benevolence".

Of course, she has to sleep on it too. He didn't mind, as he still has some cash in his pockets.

Second day, she conducted a raid and removed everything from his pockets and warned, "Seek any external help, and you bear the consequences."

He's nervous now. That night, on the bed, he begs for mercy, hoping that she'll end this state. She doesn't give a damn. No way am I giving in, whatever he says. Until he agrees.

Third day, night. On the bed. He's lying on the bed, looking to one side. She's lying on the bed, looking to the other side.

Him: "We need to talk."
Her: "Unless it's about the wedding, forget it."
Him: "It's something very important."

She remains silent.

Him:"Let's get a divorce."
She did not believe her ears.
Him: "I got to know a girl."

She's totally angry, and wanted to hit him. But she held it down, wanting to let him finish. But her eyes already felt wet. He took a photo out from his chest. Probably from his undershirt pocket, that's the only place she didn't go through yesterday. How careless.

Him: "She's a nice girl."
Her tears fell.

Him: "She has a good personality too."
She's heartbroken because he puts a photo of some other girl close to his heart.
Him: "She says that she'll support me fully in my pursue for literature after we got married."

She's very jealous because she said the same thing in the past.
Him: "She loves me truly."
She wishes to sit up and scream at him "Don't I?"
Him: "So, I think she won't force me to do something that I don't want to do."

She's thinking, but the rage won't subside.
Him: "Want to take a look at the photo I took for her?"
Her: "...!"

He brings the photo before her eyes. She's in a total rage, hits his hand away and leaves a burning slap on his face.

He sighs. She cries.
He puts the photo back to his pocket. She pulls her hand back under the blanket.

He turns off the light, and sleeps. She turns on the light, and sits up. He's asleep. She lost sleep. She regrets treating him the way she treated him.

She cried again, and thought about a lot of things. She wants to wake him up. She wants to have a intimate talk with him. She doesn't want to push him anymore. She stares at his chest. She wants to see how the girl looks.

She slips the photo out. She wanted to cry and she wanted to laugh.

It's a nicely taken photo. A photo he took for her. She bends down, and kissed him on his cheek.

He smiled. He was just pretending to be asleep.

"You learn to love, not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly."