Sound of Love

Sound of Love

This post has won the BlueStone #SoundOfLove contest.

I took a deep relaxing breath, after putting my sign in the candidate’s Signature field of the Medical application form. But my heart skipped a beat when my dad requested hostel application form and filled it. My house is just a 10 minute drive from the college, then why he insist to put me in college hostel?  With thoughts in my mind, I signed the form and submitted.
While driving back to home my dad said, “For quite some years, things are not working in between me and your mom. We decided to go on our ways finally.”

I could not believe what my dad said. So as soon as I reached home, I rushed to check with my mom. I could see my mom’s sarees packed in a suitcase. She said, “Your education was important to us and we felt our decision of separation would disturb your education. That’s why, we decided to separate once you complete your Schooling. I got my job transferred to Bangalore and you dad will still continue to work in Apollo Hospital, Chennai”
Tears rolled down to my cheek. I am the only daughter and hence could not discuss this issues with my siblings too. Every first Sunday, my dad would visit my hostel and my mom on second Sunday.
5 years passed. 
Final day of my college...
My parents came to take me to their home, but mom expected me to leave my dad and come with her and dad wanted the same. They started having arguments and finally without even knowing what’s running on my mind, they decided to share me(!?). First 15 days I would be staying in my mother’s house and next 15 days in my father house.
Months passed. 
One day, while I was driving my 2-wheeler a black car lost its control and rammed my Scooty. When I opened my eyes, I found my mom and dad standing together. I realized that I was in ICU for almost 2 days in unconscious state. I was advised by the doctors to stay in the hospital for another 15 days. My parents started having conversation about my health and medicines. But nothing more than that. They stayed together in the hospital. I also understood that those 2 days, when I was unconscious, they both were emotionally supportive to each other. The final day came. It was time for me to get discharged.
My dad helped in placing the luggage in my mom’s car and voluntarily replied, “Nothing can replace mothers love and you are the best in taking care of my…my daughter. So take her, to your home.” He said and headed towards his Elantra without waiting for my mother’s reply.
My mother shouted at him, “What? What you said? Your daughter.. Huh!? How could you say that? Wasn’t she our daughter?”
My dad did not turn back. He opened the car door and was about to get in. My mom rushed towards him, stopped and pleaded, “Tell the truth. Didn't you miss me for these 5 years? These 15 days, I felt your intense love for me. Didn't you feel my love? Didn’t you observe my pain of missing you? Didn't my heart beats tell you, how much I need you?." She knelt and started crying.
“Go and check your car dashboard” He replied firmly.
My mom rushed to her car, to check the surprise lying in the dashboard. There was a beautiful rose and a greeting card. “I can’t live without you anymore. I need you. Can we start a new life again!?”

The Greeting Card

My mom covered her face with the greeting card and began to cry. They looked at each other and exchanged a small hug.
“Mom, proposing with a Rose and a greeting card? A very outdated style of proposing ma. At-least for this reason, you should reject his proposal.” I teased them.
"How could you tease my hubby?" She hit me on my head with love, forgetting the injury on my head. Dad took me in his arms from wheelchair and carried to the car. When he slipped his leg, my mom said, "Careful sweet heart, we just got her back."
Their eyes met and it exchanged lot of emotions.

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Life Before Author Vs. Life After Author

Today I came across this interesting post by a Professional Blogger/author and I could easily relate to.

Here are my views:

BEFORE	AFTER
I am against social networking sites. It’s nothing but own publicity. I will never post anything over there.	Facebook, Twitter, LinkedIn, Pinterest, Google Plus+, Tumblr, Instagram, Vine, Meetup, Flickr…is there any other networking sites through which I could promote my book?
Just 50,000 words. Give me a day. I can finish it.	Get writer's block and mind get struck at 10th word. (Your mind voice- "This scene seems to be similar to my earlier novel. This reflects my old post")
English - I am very good at.	Active Voice? Preposition? Homophones, weak words, pronouns, verbiage? Please give me a break. Did I really graduate from Convent school?
Writing a novel is tough, whereas publishing is easy	Writing a novel is easy, publishing is tough
Penguin India, Rupa & Co, HarperCollins India, Random House India. I am aware only about top 10 publishing house in India.	I knew a Publishing house and its guidelines that is even in Appuchi Kadai kuruku santhu (meaning: Small street too)
On looking at a book, the eyes roll over the title, author name, book blurb, book cover..etc.  Publisher? Why the hell I should care?	Turn the book ignoring all titles, authors and scan the Publisher first. Then google about the publisher, learn about their submission guidelines and in few days, the manuscript will be in that publishing house.
Debut author? So what, when it comes to market it’s a novel. The quality has to be impressive and creative.	Debut author know. Give her chance yaar. She will definitely improve in her upcoming. Go Read the first novels of William Shakespeare, Jackie Collins,  J. K. Rowling, Leo Tolstoy
Romance, love making scene. Oh no, I am against it. My novel is a family oriented script. 4 letter word? How could I use that?	Publisher must be right. Just one page in 263 page novel na, nothing will happen if I include romance scenes.