It was the wedding night. As I enter my room, bed was decorated with the flowers. Room was full of beautiful and coloured dim lights. My beautiful wife was siting on the bed, in red ghagra. Veil had covered her beautiful face; Unlike moon she had no black spots. I knew what these wedding nights meant for. I uncovered her face and lift her chin up, so I can see directly in her eyes. A tear came out from her eyes. I didn’t understand; maybe she was tensed. I just want her to feel comfortable.
So I start a conversation. “Is everything okay?” I asked her
She nodded her head in ‘yes’.
“So don’t cry” I said, “are you missing your home?” I asked again. “No, that’s not the thing” she said.
“What happen, you can tell me?” I said politely.
“No one will understand” she said sobbing.
“Try me” I requested.
“I am not Virgin” she said and again a tear rolled out.
“Is that you were crying?” I asked her humbly.
She nodded her head in ‘yes’. “You could lie to me but you tell about it why?” I asked with curiosity.
“I don’t want to start our relations with these lies.” She said.
“You know what is ‘virginity’, it’s the word game created by our minds. In actual case these are just few words who are going to disappear from one’s life one day.” I said.
She was staring at me continuously; astonished.
“It’s about the perspective, with which we see the things” I said.
“How could you be so understanding.” She asked.
“Because We are on the same page.” I replied.