A hushed silence fell on the group of gossipers when they observed Megha and Rajesh passing by. Megha was beauty and youth impersonified and Rajesh equally charming.
Mrs. Sinha could not resist herself and blurted out the moment they turned the curve and were out of sight, “How could Mr. Rastogi imagine that he will be able to keep her in his life, at his age!!”
Mrs. Mehta echoed her thoughts, “It was meant to be, poor Mr. Rastogi, he should now let bygone be bygone and marry some one who is closer to his age and spend his remaining days in peace and security.”
The trio who were the center of their attention, were Megha a young lady in her early thirties, her husband Rajesh and her ex husband Mr. Rastogi, one of the rich industrialists of the town. He fell for a rich girl when he was young, her father rejected him because of his poverty, he became obsessed with earning money so much that he forgot time. By the time he was rich his ex flame was well settled with children and his hairs have become patches of white and gray.
Then Megha walked into his life, an orphan, he took an instant fancy on her because she had stunning similarity with his ex flame. He started to woo her with all his energy and charms which money could buy. Megha being love hungry fell for his charms and they got married within an year of meeting each other.
Then the brief honeymoon was over, every day brought more and more disappointment to their life. Megha was looking for thrill and Mr. Rastogi was looking for peace. He sometimes found it extremely annoying to cope with her childish, immatured nature and she used to break down in sobs when he snapped at these things. Within an year they realized another thing, that Mr. Rastogi was incapable of giving Megha the greatest gift of all, motherhood.
Slowly the small gap became an abyss and they started to live like strangers in the same home, both were strongly principled hence they were loyal to each other but that became the heaviest chain around their neck.
Megha started to suffer from bouts of depression, and started to consult Rajesh, every thing changed and she fell for him head over heel. She could not bring herself to say this to Mr. Rastogi, but he understood every thing.
They divorced each other and Mr. Rastogi gave away her hand to Rajesh.
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Good. Very practical approach. I like it. But is love not sufficient for a woman? Is motherhood so necessary to her that she would forsake love itself to obtain it? This has always intrigued me. How a womans mind works. Is there something biologically compelling in her to accept this responsibility before everything else?
ReplyDeleteI think Rastogi comes out better than every one else in the tale. Am I correct or is it a matter of point of view. Are they all correct. Or is there no correct solutions to such things? Is nature superior to intellect?
for an intelligent woman love is the only thing that matters, but a very young girl is rarely matured enough to understand her real needs..
ReplyDeletethat is why i clearly mentioned that the girl was very young.. if she was past her mid thirties she would have known what she wants.. but men dont look for matured women they usually look for eye candies :)
It is not as worse as that, is it really dear Trisha? are men that bad :)
ReplyDeletei dont know about your part of the world but in india men expect too much from their wives.. :)
ReplyDeleteeither wallet, or looks or some thing else.. :)