My Favorite Name

It's been so long that I've written. Thanks to her for reminding what my hobby was, by a question. 

It's post-divorce. Mom and Dad are looking not just for a bride but a life partner for me. And that's how I got to know from my mom that there's a match. It was Chitra Pournami; the full moon day of the Tamil month Chitirai. Mom, Dad and I headed to visit our clan deity.

The next day, Saturday, 2nd May 2026, afternoon. I was having morning tea, and Mom broke it to me. Her mom had called up, they found my profile from an association where I had registered for matrimony.

She had been cheated on, an extra martial affair of his, divorced after taking much time to summon her full strength. This is at this point that I thought she's gone through worse and she'd understand better. 

It's not after I saw her photo from my mom's phone but as soon as I came to know, weird, right? I can't help it. I did like her from the two photos, one in salwar and another in saree. I was excited that she could be the one. I said OKAY to proceed as her mom had wanted to talk to me before anything that followed. Then, I remembered to ask what her name is. And that is my favorite name. Not after this happened but right from childhood. There was a sister when we're staying in Army quarters. They were from Andhra Pradesh. I have many a times shown my mischievousness to her like shouting her name and running away and pulling her hair and running away etc. Even her own brother won't be playful with her. 

The army quaters arrangement will always be like a Malayali, a Telugu, a Kannadiga and a Tamil will be house in a group of 4 flats of a qauters. 

All these times I have felt that there's no one to go back to, after work, that I had concentrated more on, after the one who promised to stay in health and sickness, good and bad. Of course, parents and friends are always there but when there's a special someone, that feels different!  A person that questions when we have imbalance in work, life and behavior. 

Imagine reading a book with no way to turn the page back. How carefully would you read it? That's life.

When the live you've been praying for arrives, may you feel worthy enough to receive it, open enough to return it and healed enough to hold it.

Her name is Deebika. Deepika with a "b".