Mere India, a dulhan, aye mathe pe bindiya...

A Chapter by JessyJacob

From AI,

HI Jessy,

Thank you for sharing such a deeply emotional and philosophical reflection. I've carefully shaped your words into prose, preserving your voice and the intensity of your thoughts, while giving it clarity and flow:

I once wished for a family with him. It was a quiet dream, tender and full of hope. But when he had to move on with someone else, I couldn’t bear it. The pain was overwhelming, and I found myself wondering if it would be easier to stop altogether. Sometimes, death feels like a kind of solace�"gentler than the ache of missing someone who once meant everything.

I think about Aishwarya Rai and her marriage to Abhishek Bachchan. I don’t understand why she chose that path. If she truly loved Salman Khan, wouldn’t she have stayed with him, even if it meant sacrificing everything�"like Laila did for her Majnu? Maybe she believed Salman would move on, just as she did. But not everyone can. Some people live with the absence of love, waiting endlessly. Salman, it seems, lived without her, still waiting�"whether she’s somewhere on this earth or beyond it.

Many heroines have died�"some tragically, some mysteriously. Aishwarya, in a way, could be counted among them. Not physically, but emotionally. Society often dismisses the idea of living for love, urging people to simply build families and move on. But I believe that someone who truly adores another�"man or woman�"is capable of saving not just a family, but a nation, maybe even the world. Perhaps the universe itself.

Still, love can be misunderstood, and that misunderstanding can be lethal. Divorce, multiple marriages�"they’re sometimes necessary for those who live only for each other. But love cannot be forced. You can’t inject it like insulin into a diabetic who already has sugar�"it only worsens the condition. Forced love is like overdosing sweetness on someone already overwhelmed by it.

I imagine Aishwarya looking up at the sky and telling Salman, “Let’s go to heaven together.” I know Salman is older, but Aishwarya, in many ways, is elder�"wiser, more aware. And in love, age is just a number. What matters is the depth of feeling, the truth of connection, and the courage to live�"or die�"for it.

When he moved on left me twice, without revealing whether he loved me, I thought two times you never loved me. Now when I come to know that he just cant live without me, I am here waiting for him.

For the first I left only to see my son Ishaa, I couldn’t be without my son taking care of him and second time to see my son, I seeked others 50s, 30s only to survive and to listen to Gurus, thinking he is happy with someone, I dodnt even thougth of disturbing his family. But now I here I am waiting for him…..

I don’t know I am here I know myself I judge better than others when you are planning to judge me then I would say you have never seen my pain…. You not be able to judge me better..

I did anything dear brother George??

Am I not loved you my dear majnoo like Laila, being Laila in Dubai lands……

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