Red heart

Ramya was born with the biggest defect a human being can be born with. A heart full of love, trust and affection. When she was a small child people use to get irritated with her over eagerness of showering affection on them. Some of them used to point it out to her politely, some not so politely.

With maturity she understood that most of the human beings don’t appreciate to be showered with affection, no matter how unselfish it is, they always think that there is some ulterior motive in that over showering of affection. Hence she learnt to restrain her affection. But her heart was just like a river which knew no bound.

With age she understood another thing, that she is not like the majority of Indian ladies, who don’t mind marrying a complete stranger to fulfil social ritual. Accepting a stranger or semi stranger as a life partner was impossible for her. So she went on living her life merrily, looking for her soulmate, who remained elusive for her. So after crossing thirtieth year on earth she partially convinced herself for a single, happy life.

After crossing the normal marriage age as per social norms she realized that the way of looking at her has changed. She realized with great pain that it was the women who used to make her life unbearable. Women who were her companions before that. Her friends were married and scattered all over india and the new ones coming in her life created a distaste in her heart.

In one hand there were typical Indian housewive, with plenty of time and very little true education. Who thought it weird that a woman can be completely uninterested in marrying and having her own children but is crazy about other people’s children.

On the other hand the eager gossipers she met in office, in transport or home,too busy in businesses other than theirs, eagerly guessing her real reasons behind not marrying, and she had to some times get the most infuriating reasonings.

Men used to misunderstand her nature for a few week, hoping her to be an easy catch, but when they used to realize that her morals are as strong as her heart is soft they used to side away.


After a certain age when she thought that no one will now point a finger at her character she thought it was ok to make friends with the more liberal gender and she started to mix with men with a pure heart. In the process she found out some really true friends.

One of them was Vishnu, her colleague, even though he was 7 or 8 years younger than her he became her close friend, he used to call her up often and they used to talk often. She used to shower him with her affection, and her remaining friends used to tease her about it.

One day while she was sitting in her desk one of her juniors Priti asked her if she will go out with her for lunch, she went, the girl told her after extreme hesitation that Vishnu makes fun of her behind her back, tries to paint her as a spinster chasing men half her age. She was shell shocked but that girl Priti told her that she will prove it to her.

She took ramya to a park and they sat down on a bench, she called up Vishnu from her cell and turned on the speaker phone, she asked Vishnu coyly how is your aunty turned mod, he responded equally coyly to further explain. When Priti told him who else but ramya aunty he started to laugh out loudly, and told her that ramya is chasing him like a mad woman and has promised to take him out for a gala dinner on his birthday.

Ramya sat down with bowed head, Priti laid her palm on her hand and said that he has been doing it for a long time, misusing her affection. Ramya should not feel guilty about it, she did what human beings do, love other human beings unselfishly, as Vishnu has dirt in his mind he could make a fun out of it.