Vicky and I are getting married this weekend, finally. Our journey
towards tying the nuptial knot was longer and harder than it was for most of
you reading this post. We are not too young to get married, yet our love was
classified as infatuation and God knows with what other adjectives. Always
looked upon with dirty eyes, the mothers we met on the roads shielded their
children’s eyes so they wouldn’t see us and be ‘influenced’. Our own mothers
never understood and moved away from us.
Ours might be an unconventional love story, but I see
nothing wrong in it, for we were made this way, by the same Gods who made you.
We are not born of a lesser god, we are born of the very same Gods you exalt
and try to please everyday with the numerous amounts of bhajans and keerthans and
the agarbathis. Maybe the reason he doesn’t listen to your
prayers is that you lack what makes us different from you. You lack Love, Love
like God meant it to be. Though hated by you, the society we were born into,
the family that brought us up, we still have managed to preserve that love; for
no matter what you do, we will still love you for what you are, and accept that
one day, you will understand why Vicky and Suraj, in spite of being two men,
decided to get married to each other.
||Love ||Peace ||Prayers||
...Suraj...
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