Ms Weirdo

Ms. Weirdo met Mr. perfect one fine morning and there their story began. Ms. Weirdo could have imagined meeting him over a full glass of cold beer. But Mr. Perfect just drank the coffee and wiped his lips clean.

Natasha broke into a laughter and though Naina knew the joke had seasoned pain in it ...only to laugh was just left.

Naina loved her mother and that evening too where her mother sipped sangria and just spoke making everything look at ease ...

Was love a mistake. Should it be like the cursive writing practice that should only be between four lines .Why does it have to be so .

Mom ...and when out of line writing happens ...Weirdos are born.

Happily, ever after happens to only rare of rarest ...the others gulp down the intolerance, some drown them in intoxication. Naina just told her mother.

Mr. Perfect wanted Ms. Weirdo to cook, to buy groceries, to work bring money like nurse Sally or shiny and bring their relatives in New Visa talk about fish curry, go to group prayers, breathe in different modes in such group activities and talk. Bring honor to his family respect his parents, never say out the word sex...it was too much to say out.

Ms. Weirdo did nothing of this, she tried. Tried all combos but just became a show as she never could fit in. Arguments ended at times physical, but Ms. Weirdo fought back like warrior woman. She could not hide anything under carpet, she never bothered to hide her tears under Matt make up.

She was once a great teacher and that's what she loved doing. Money was not pursuit. She wanted to be in her small village and landed up in the world's largest attraction. She was not and never would be a fan of that place, each time she crossed path through areas with farmlands Sylvia Plath wrote in her poems and occasionally visited almost abandoned Bowers Beach, she never liked it. Nothing felt so much special with Mr. Perfect who came home in dismay never satisfied of anything in life. She wondered why he did not marry Nurse Sally or Christina...got settled in all ways.

Mom, Naina asked you love the job you do right

Very much child Ms. Weirdo told atleast no body considers me a Weirdo. 

Ms. Wierdo often met people. People who never accepted her, initially it is all great, but nothing ended well. She was looking for waters to quench in mirage and it had fooled her. Making her miserable. 

But what with man with ocean in his eyes. He was not the same. Naina asked...

Yeah, when you look deeper into his eyes you get lost. It leads to a staircase into his heart ...an archive of stories. He was selling dreams. Dreams of being together at evenings cuddling on a sofa not bothered of world watching TV. He would massage my legs saying you my dear need rest, you are the best honey .... But beyond that eyes were crystals blue green, and amethyst are buried in ...there is nothing my child. It is all a feeling. A feeling which can make one's cursive writing horrible.

Ms. Weirdo and ocean man thus became a story people told each other and MD Wierdo always lived with Mr. Perfect in his loveless land.

But there was her little Angel

Ms. Weirdo told and Naina asked Me mom...

Yes...there was her little angel who loved her for the Wierdo she had never asked her to fit in to boxes. Never took advantage of her. Never complained of money she never could earn .... settle.

Ms. Weirdo just finished her wine and went into the waters in the tub the green apple wax made it seem all well.... just made her world seem well. She was still Ms. Weirdo