This is my complete story. For me, my beloved has been of foremost importance. I loved him, adored him, dedicated myself to him, but only in my heart; pain of unrequited love never left me alone. I did not have the right to hold his hands, never to say how much I loved him. Yet, in my deepest meditations, he was my idol. Aching, I asked the wisest of all,
But, more painful was living with another man. My ex husband, and father of my only and dead child, demanded divorce when our daughter left this world soon after her birth. To him, I was the monster who killed ‘his’ daughter. Since then, struggling with psychosis, bipolar disorder and panic disorder, not to mention OCD, I have tried to find a worth for my life. This year shall mark tenth birthday for my long lost angel. I had not even named her, so some times I call her Anamika- the unnamed one. Rest In Peace, my love.