Love that found its way: That led us into emotions

By Asiya Khan

I am Lavanaya Ayer. I belong to a Tamilian family. I was born in Chennai in a joint family. My father is a businessman. My father has a good reputation in the society; everyone consults my father to solve their problems. My father is the head of our caste committee. I was very close to my mother. I have one elder sister who got married after completing 12th. My mother had blood cancer and she told me that if something happens to her I should leave Chennai as according to her Chennai was not good for me.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Notion Press
• Release date: Jan 31, 2015
• ISBN: 9789384878450

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Preface

This book offers my personal recollection of thoughts and of the small and neglected problems in our society that are so small that they are not considered as a problem but can ruin the lives of many. Since my childhood I have heard about turning points in people’s lives. When my mind went to search some kind of a turning point, my heart and soul encouraged me to be a writer. And I hope this book will prove to be a turning point in my life.

Introduction

I am Lavanaya Ayer. I belong to a Tamilian family. I was born in Chennai in a joint family. My father is a businessman. My father has a good reputation in the society; everyone consults my father to solve their problems. My father is the head of our caste committee. I was very close to my mother. I have one elder sister who got married after completing 12th.

My mother had blood cancer and she told me that if something happens to her I should leave Chennai as according to her Chennai was not good for me.

My father had wronged my mother. He treated her very badly. He never looked at her and this hurt me.

When my mother’s condition became more critical she said to my father that he has not done anything for her, has never listened to her, and treated her very badly. But now he has to listen to her, he will have to send me to hostel as this place was not good for me. She demanded this as her last request to my father.

My life has been very interesting. Today I am not doing anything. I will just think about my life from the point when everything was finished to the point when I got everything.

Prologue

I lay down to sleep and thoughts of Abhishek filled my head. I was thinking about all the time that I had spent with him. I couldn’t sleep all night. My mind was toggling between four people - Kush, Priya, Abhishek and Sweetie. How will I get Kush? Will Priya be happy? How will I face Abhi? What will our futures be like? Priya and Abhi’s hearts are broken. What will I have to face when I go back to Chennai? How will my family react when they get to know about Sweetie? These were the questions that were bothering me.

Chapter 1

5th March, 1996

I was in 8th grade. I was going to bring juice for my mother and suddenly she called me…

Yes mom… I said.

I want to say something to you… my mother said.

Yes mom, I am listening, I said.

My dear, marry the person whom you want to marry and who loves you more than anything. I love you so much, take care of yourself well after me, my mother said.

Mom you will be all right. I love you. You are the best… I said and hugged her.

Next day

My mother’s health declined further. I called my father and told him that mom is not feeling well.

I think we should call the doctor or take her to the hospital. We took her to the hospital. I said to the doctor, Please save my mother. Her life is in your hands, doctor. I love her so much. I can’t imagine my life without her. She means the world to me, I begged.

I will try my level best. Just pray, the doctor consoled.

I started praying… and then the doctor came and said, Sorry Lavanaya. Your mother is no more…

I became blank. It was as if the rug had been pulled from under my feet. No god, you can’t do this to me! I said and I burst into tears.

Even after a month I am shocked, and why shouldn’t I be! This was something I couldn’t forget my whole life. My mother was my best friend and my closest too. I became silent and ceased talking to anyone except my sister Varsha and my brother–in-law Girish. He was like a brother to me.

I was playing with the locket that my mother had given me and was thinking about our last conversation. At that time I hadn’t even paid attention to what she was saying, but now her last words resounds in my mind. Suddenly my father came to me and said, Ready? We have to go.

Where dad? I asked.

Panchmarhi, he replied.

Why? I asked, curious.

For your admission, he replied.

I got ready and we went to Panchmarhi. I got admission and I had to join in July, till when I would be at home.

I didn’t have a good equation with my father and I was not interested because I could never forget the way he treated my mother. I didn’t hate him. But I didn’t feel like talking to him.

30 June

I went to Panchmarhi. I settled in and though I missed my mother, I was moving on.

I had accepted all the hardships that I had faced in life and everything was going on fine when suddenly in September, Varsha called me and said, Dad is getting married. She was tensed.

What? I asked astonished.

Yes he is, Varsha said in a very upset tone.

Varsha, but why is he getting married? He can’t do this to mom! Dad doesn’t love her, he doesn’t miss her! I said with anger. We both remained silent for a minute and then I said, Bye Varsha, I have to go.

I miss you, Luv, she said.

I miss you too, take care of yourself, Varsha, I replied.

You too my baby, and don’t worry, your sister is always going to be there for you, she said.

I know that Girish and you are always there for me. I miss you people so much. Okay bye, I have to go, I replied.

Varsha got married after 12th but she completed her education after marriage. At that time I was in 6th grade. I went home for Diwali and I saw my stepmother. I was amused, she was very beautiful. She smiled at me and I also smiled. Her name was Chaya. Next day my stepmother came to me and said, If you need any help, ask me.

I don’t need your help, maids are there for that, I replied angrily. My stepmother felt very bad on hearing this and left. I realized my mistake and said to myself, I should not have talked to her like this. I should say sorry to her. In the evening I went to the terrace, my stepmother was also there. I went to her and said, Sorry Chaya aunty...

It’s okay, she replied.

Lavanaya, you look like your mother and you are very beautiful, she said after two minutes.

When beautiful people praise, it feels good, I said.

Aunty, if you don’t mind, may I ask you something? I asked after a brief silence.

Yes, ask, she replied.

Why did you marry my father? I asked.

"You know what; my first husband divorced me when I was 22.