How I met my Soulmate… yet again

posted by Anupriya 35 Comments
I am Enough

Hey! Howdy? I know you are on cloud nine, enjoying every second of your life. The shine is so evident in your eyes. Just like the stone that decorates your finger these days. I must say I never imagined that I had it in me to buy that for you. To make a candid confession, it cost me a bomb, almost an year of worth of savings and I may not be able to buy you another gift this entire year.

I have a couple of more confessions to make to you. We have known each other almost all our lives. For as long as I remember, I have found you to be quirky. You made me uncomfortable and the sight of those pimple laden cheeks made me cringe. There even came a time, in high school, when I couldn’t set my eyes on you. You were at your weirdest worst, with those braces shining through your mouth. And the loud snort you let out, whenever someone cracked a joke in the class. I wanted to hide behind the desk and wait for all the piercing mocking looks directed towards you to be quieted. I wondered in distaste, why you wouldn’t work on yourself or seek someone’s help.

I know you had a crush on that hunky Peter from the senior class. While he didn’t care for you even two bits. I wanted to punch into the mirror in disgust when I heard the senior group mock over you. It was so humiliating to hear them call you a rather plain stout Jane who had set out to reach for the stars when all you deserved was the blistered sand. That was it!  I could bear no more!

It was then that I decided to take matters into my hands. You needed a transformation, and I promised to myself and secretly to you that I would get you through it.

I know, you never believed me when I told you that there was more to you than what the world saw in the nerdy picture that you presented. You might have even laughed, had it not been for the stern I-mean-business look that I constantly sent your way.

Talking the parents into letting me have my way with you was another hurdle. I always thought, that they were very loving and supportive. Loving they were, but not all that supportive of you moving out of a comfort zone and try out a different way of life. It took all my grit and a 21 day trial in a new routine to convince them thoroughly that a complete make-over was possible. But then, anyone who doubted the magic that Ms. Fanny’s Salon could do to ones looks, had them no more when they saw the new you on the prom night. My God! You were a breath-taking sight. I did notice the boys drooling over your kohl laden eyes and the prominent bustline. But trust me I wasn’t jealous or concerned. You had worked equally hard to bring that grace in your moves and you deserved every bit of the attention. 

It was at the university, that I feared for the first time, that you might be flying a tad too high. Those late night parties, the heavy booze, the jam sessions weren’t really to my taste. But you were enjoying yourself too much, for me to want to clip your wings and keep you grounded. The music and you fit in so well. Especially now, when complemented with looks and style.

I must have been too dedicated to you keep you company even when you were on a success flight. When you did not pay any heed to my warning about how I was extremely uncomfortable about Steve being present and sighing while constantly staring at you without batting an eye-lid, at every Jam performance on the weekends. Instead you decided to ignore the warning and accepted his invitation to go clubbing with him. Trust me, something kept nagging at my core and I wanted to hold you back. But I guess I was a tad too late…

They found us both on the street behind the club where the stray dogs created a ruckus in response to our agonized howls.

Warning bells eventually rung out loud, when Steve held your elbow and pulled you out of the club from the back door. As always, I was with you and we both cried out loud in objection. But he wouldn’t listen. He wanted to force himself too harshly. My sirens went out loud and you took the cue to kick him hard ‘there’. He recoiled for a second, but was too quick to hold us back from the escape. He looked around and found a bottle with some label on it.  None of us realised what it was until in one sweeping movement he pulled out its cap and threw the liquid all over. He rushed out from there the next second.

Your screams had been loud and painful enough to make the ghosts turn in their graves. I cried too… Trust me I too lamented but nobody heard my cries. For no one even saw me when they came for you. But I was there with you all the time. For there was no other place that I could go; there is no other place where I can go. Even in that moment of heart wrenching pain, I couldn’t rip you apart and escape. Because I am your eternal friend, your eternal foe, your faithful partner… your Soul…

See! They think that they have resurrected your face with multiple surgeries. Only residual deformities remain. There is pity evident in their eyes. Some even have sympathy. But no one knows that you are mourning and you are scared. Mourning for the glory that was short lived and scared for what now lay ahead. Yet, I urge you to have no fear. For, I promise to hold on to you. And I promise to be there by your side and prepare you to face the world. Yet again…Because I am your soul and you my soulmate… I know it’ll be a difficult path ahead. You the body and I the soul – we will both hold on to each other. And hand in hand we will make life possible. This world may be harsh, but it’s not heartless. It thrives on hope and I have enough of it for both of us. I know that I AM ENOUGH…Yes I AM ENOUGH.

P.S – Whenever I hear stories of acid attack survivors, or survivors of a great calamity where individuals lose their everything, my heart (like many others’) bleeds for them. But I more often than not also wonder, that how much ever solidarity the society shows with them, eventually it’s a lonely battle for every survivor. It’s the individual who has to gather the tit-bits of life (whatever remains of it) and start afresh and breathe till the universe wills them to. This story is my dedication to all such lonely warriors of life.

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Esha Chakraborty February 24, 2019 at 7:27 pm

You have my heart… What a thoughful post…and so wonderfully penned

Noor Anand Chawla February 24, 2019 at 7:43 pm

This story makes me feel so sad. Love has many facets, and you have played on this theme well.

Surbhi Prapanna February 24, 2019 at 8:32 pm

very well written post-Anupriya and I loved each and every word of it. especially the message that you had shared in the last, touched my soul. indeed lives for lonely worriers are so hard and its great that you had given a tribute to them with your post. #Vdayblogtrain

vidhya thakkar February 24, 2019 at 9:24 pm

A beautiful post! loved it!

Ghunjain February 24, 2019 at 9:36 pm

It’s really a amazing post… Well written.. Yes I agree with you that love has many faces

Vani Kulkarni February 24, 2019 at 10:49 pm

Falling short of words to express how I felt reading this …very well articulated…a very heartfelt read!!!

Pragnya Mishra February 24, 2019 at 11:53 pm

You’re a storyteller Anupriya. Creating two characters in a body and developing them was awesome. You spoke about the social issue loud and clear. Acid attack fighters show us mediocre a way of life to live for. Wonderful story and like always you won my heart.

Alpana Deo February 25, 2019 at 2:44 am

Anupriya, only a person who truly feels about these survival can write something like this. You are right, these survivors are the true heros. only the families know the pain and have to gather all the courage to stand up. Kudos to you for putting together such a heartfelt post

Shivani February 25, 2019 at 12:46 pm

You said it- no one can understand what they go through. Eventually it’s a lonely battle. We can only hope they have it in them to gather the courage to stand back.
And those who choose to throw acid, do they even know what it’s going to cost? Something really serious needs to be done for crimes like these to stop
Thank you for penning it down

Mayuri Nidigallu February 25, 2019 at 6:03 pm

Anupriya, I want to hug you right now! Such a refreshing and brilliant thought for the prompt! I honestly couldn’t guess who the ‘other person’ was till your revelation took me by surprise!
Simply stunning plot, enhanced by your crisp and descriptive writing. Kudos!

Anshu Bhojnagarwala February 25, 2019 at 6:15 pm

What a beautiful ode, Anupriya! Yes, acid attack survivors deserve this and much more! They need our confidence and solidarity, the society did what they did to them and the society should held their hand when they need the most.

Jameela February 26, 2019 at 12:35 am

No doubt u consider this blog as Ur 3rd baby, u definitely gonna leave a legacy for ur sons…🤗 Such an amazing write up,every word has such a power to convey d feelings of d narrator, n social causes r always close to my heart, but never thought abt this anytime, Acid attacks is something very important to speak abt, u penned it down so well, just fell in love with this write up❤

ujjwal mishra February 26, 2019 at 1:39 pm

such a powerful message, gripping narration and a well plotted storyline. i love all your blogs however this is going to take a special place. It surely left me sad but nonetheless our soul is the only companion we have and that is the truth.

Aakriti February 26, 2019 at 6:45 pm

I’m speechless after reading this blog. Your power of imagination supersedes us all. What a commendable piece of writing. A sad reality that we live in but there are monsters out their waiting to take advantage of anyone they can.

Praggatti rao February 26, 2019 at 10:58 pm

Beautiful article that stops me a while to quietly mourn, digest the reality of it all and stand up to help if I ever meet someone so scarred
Good one Anupriya

Mahati ramya adivishnu February 27, 2019 at 8:53 am

Thought provoking post Anupriya. As you said, for many survivors the soul only is the best friend. Our society should learn to show care, love and empathy.

Maneet Gulati February 27, 2019 at 11:29 am

Your story left me amazed and pondering at the same time. We cannot even imagine what all the acid attack survivors have to go through. Its true, nothing but one’s faith in the self is the only factor that can pull us out of the ditches. You are so good with words, the narration style, the unfolding of the story is way too good.

Roopali kadam February 27, 2019 at 2:46 pm

What a thoughtful post, Anupriya.. Every word in it speaks .. I loved the way you unfolded a story..

Ritwika Mutsuddi February 27, 2019 at 5:44 pm

Thought-provoking, brilliant blog Anupriya. Your words were magically woven.

MeenalSonal February 27, 2019 at 6:03 pm

A post with perspective of Soul is such a fresh read among all other posts. Had a great time reading it.


Varsh February 27, 2019 at 6:12 pm

This post is undoubtedly one of the best I’ve read in some time. Your words flow so smoothly yet have the desired shocking effect on the reader when required. Picking up pieces isn’t easy after any calamity but acid attack victims have to face hardships on physical, mental and emotional level and have a lonely battle. Beautifully put, Anupriya!

Sonali February 28, 2019 at 8:46 am

Anupriya. ..no words… a great write up… we see some much on them in papers and movies but the way you put forward their agony is commendable.. like Two souls 1 body… really heart warming..

Vartika Gakhar February 28, 2019 at 5:30 pm

Take a bow for penning this wonderful article girl. Very gripping and thought-provoking post.

Priyam February 28, 2019 at 7:23 pm

As expected your blog has left me speechless. Another amazing blog!

Shraddha Niphadkar March 1, 2019 at 9:06 am

Hardhitting! You have written so well about such a difficult and painful topic in our society.

Silja Nair March 1, 2019 at 5:36 pm

What a thoughtful prompt? My heart just felt out while reading it. Wonderful work dear

Pallavi March 1, 2019 at 8:13 pm

What a heart touching story with such an issue.i loved the flow you have given in your last part of your story,(concluding part).I must say you are a fantastic writer.

Anagha Yatin March 1, 2019 at 8:15 pm

There’s nothing superior than self love. Its only when the body and spirit are in deep love with each other, the sphinx can rise from the ashes.
Poignant story, flowing narration. Loved your thought process in interpreting the prompt Anupriya!

Priyal March 1, 2019 at 8:23 pm

My heart meltdown after reading your post..truly you have written it very nicely

Prerna wahi March 1, 2019 at 9:54 pm

A beautiful message conveyed in a lovely way. I like the way you pen your articles. You get out of your comfort zone, challenge yourself and write unique pieces. This one in particular is thought provoking with a deep message.

MISHA JAIN March 1, 2019 at 11:42 pm

goosebumps.. yea bro goosebumps..
i am a person who can write and talk upon self-love every day and night.. And you just blew it.. lovely

Maya Bhat March 2, 2019 at 12:04 am

I have no words. Your words are really touching ❤️

Ila Varma March 2, 2019 at 12:12 am

It struck the right chord of my heart…true, they are lonely warriors though society has started accepting them n some have carved a niche for themselves i different industry.

Disha March 2, 2019 at 12:16 am

A deep message which shows the reality of live. Only your souls stays with you and brave are the ones who suffer from acid attack and still rise like a Phoenix!

Princy Khurana March 4, 2019 at 2:00 am

i felt my heart wrench as i read every word of this blog. such a deep message that showcases reality. #vday #blogtrain


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