…I’m in love with you
This ain't the honeymoon
Past the infatuation phase
Right in the thick of love
At times we get sick of love
It seems like we argue everyday…
“Honeymoon stage”, he commented as a couple rode by on a bike with the girl doing some lovey-dovey gesture to the boy. “They are going through their 6 month honeymoon phase, the best time in any relationship. Ah I recall my honeymoon phase”, he wistfully remembered. We all laughed. “But yours was a 5 year honeymoon, right?” He looked askance at me. “3 and a half years”, I corrected him. “3 and a half years”, he repeated. “And then the honeymoon is over and the madness starts. With all the—You-don’t-spend-any-time-with-me, you-don’t-love-me-anymore.” The three of us laughed some more. Suddenly, unbidden, I felt bitter. And my goddamn voice reflected it. I think I sounded hysterical. “Ah well I never went through the post-honeymoon phase. I had no choice. One moment it’s the honeymoon, the next he’s walked out and flown to Goa and poof, gone!” It’s the first time they had seen me show emotion over the divorce. It shocked me more than it stunned them.
Divorce. What an ugly word. But it’s the only word that does justice to what happened between us. Ours was no ordinary break up. In fact ours was no break up. It was just that. A divorce. With all its ugliness, all the trappings, all the pain, all the madness, all the division, all the mornings-after and all the sweet nothings that would become just that—nothing! Without the marriage of course!

Pas a Pas se va luènh