#The Woman That I Am- An Ode To My Soulmate
Today after two decades I take this liberty to tell the world about the woman I am. Michelle Obama's words, a hot cup of latte, the raindrops falling on the window, the smell of petrichor have set the mood for writing on the Blog Hop. Two decades back when we tied the knot my life became a knotty affair. I tried to navigate through the different facets of life as best as I could. I was chosen with thorough precision as your soulmate. The Perfect girl chosen for the Perfect son was now a mirage, she was imperfect and flawed. She only demanded respect and identity in her marital home. Alas, they say 'Woman thy name is jealousy' held true when I was bombarded with criticisms, barbs and acerbic remarks by your mother. My actions were looked at with cynicism, soon the conundrum regarding the MIL-DIL relationship had begun, I cribbed and cried but you helped me steer clear from the trajectory path with elan. It hurt me when she started her unnecessary caterwauling or cavi...