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Rita, is a known designer for Living Spaces. She was one of the most sought-out designers for most of the prestigious projects. Single, successful and popular, what else would anyone asks for!!! She was happy go lucky type, most of the time spending her time on new projects and with her staff to meet the deadline. Whenever she found time she used to visit Bhuvana, her close friend and classmate from NID. She used to spend most of her weekends at Bhuvana’s place… it was home for her.  Rita was alone, with parents no more and her sibling settled in Australia, she had few relative here and there. She had a lot of friends or shall she call them acquaintance, she used to party with them, hangout with them, but if looking for an emotional support she came over to Bhuvana…Both of them got married early in life just after their college. Bhuvana married her classmate and after a few years of working and giving birth to her daughter she decided that she will be more a helping hand ...

To My wife and My Best Friend, When we first met Twenty-four years ago, I never thought I would be writing this. As we stood in class front of all of those strangers, I never once believed we would find ourselves here. We’ve come a long way. When we first met, I thought you were different. I was right. Because despite the internal battle you fight on a daily basis, you still manage to be truly the best wife, mother and many other relationships I could have ever hoped for. Despite the challenges illness will no doubt bring to our future, I welcome them head on. So long as we can do it together. I was a foolish college boy with a tremendous crush. I was not properly equipped to handle the effects of illness, nor was I ready to deal with the perceived backlash I thought could only be my fault. I was ready to give in to whatever you wanted, even if those tendencies were reckless or self-destructive. When we met, I’d never been truly close to a person who suffered from fi...

In the realm of my mind, your presence invades, Causing sleepless nights with your piercing tirades. Your words, like daggers, strike with cruel might, Echoing in my thoughts, relentless through the night. Your outlook on life, a source of distress, Leaves me restless, yearning for solace and redress. While you slumber peacefully, free from my pain, I'm left tormented, trapped in a sleepless domain. The notion of error, haunting my dreams, Leaves me pondering, lost in endless streams. My emotions, crushed beneath the weight of your gaze, Spawn restless nights, a maze of disarray. Bound by duty and responsibility's call, I toss and turn, unable to find peace at all. You fail to comprehend the depths of my plight, Leaving me adrift, trapped in sleepless nights. Another day dawns, where I'm merely a machine, Caught in the cycle, where rest remains unseen.

In search of purpose, I often ponder, Life's questions, I can't help but wonder... I struggle to fathom my very existence, Yet, you see me through your own lens... The choices I made were with care, Though you interpreted them in despair... I wonder how I cause you pain, When it's you who's been hunting in vain... But still, I pray for your well-being, In nights of sleeplessness and tears streaming...