#WeMetOnTwitter . This is so wholesome, have to share this thread !
Rohan and Yamini met on twitter and it took them just under a year to move from DM to marriage . Both wanted to take more time before tying the knot but Yamini did not want to wait any longer to have kids .
She was adopted kid & although her parents bought her up like their own , Yamini wanted to have her own family , her own kids . Obsession to have kids overshadowed everything else in her life .
They had December wedding at Sultanpur farmhouse . One of 50,000 weddings that day.
It did not take them even a day to start trying for the baby . But soon they found out it was impossible for her to carry .
Adoption / Surrogacy was out of question – “ I want my own flesh and blood “ . There was not a treatment they didn’t tried but nothing worked.
When science failed , Yamini turned to religion and when religion failed she turned to superstition .
One day she came home with one doll – given to her by a tantric ( Shaman). This will trigger the baby making hormones and will strengthen the womb – she said .
First , Rohan played along but this shit was becoming creepier by the day .
When they had sex , Rohan would see the doll staring at her from behind Yamini as if checking if he was doing it properly .
First he thought he was hallucinating , but the doll was always there.
Then the shit got even weirder , Yamini would keep the doll between her thighs after sex .
"Its strengthens my womb" – she said.
Rohan soon lost interest in sex – this shit was fucking him up .
But he would find himself next to Yamini post coital,
but he had no recollection of having sex .
“ I think it must be stress – don’t you remember anything at all? How’s that even possible – you are the one who initiated it ". Yamini was very worried by this behavior of Rohan
but she was sure all this would solve on its own once they had a baby .
Soon , Yamini was pregnant again and things began to improve although Yamini was paranoid about Rohan going to work – “ What if something happens and you are not able to take me to hospital
because you are at work "? Rohan tried to put her mind to ease but she insisted that he should not go to work.
However soon after it was sorted on its own.
There was a major fire in the office building & everybody was asked to work from home .
Yamini’s paranoia continued to grow – “ Rohan – don’t drink – what if you need to take me to hospital"
“But Yamini its just one dri…”Before Rohan could complete his sentence – the glass of whiskey cracked in his hand and caused deep cut
"WTF! What did just happen ". But there was no answer .
Although everything went smoothly and next month Yamini was in the hospital for delivery
Every report was normal and baby seemed healthy and in hurry to come out . As impatient as its parents.
“ Push” – they said – “ Pushhhhh " – I can see the legs "Push Yamini " – Yamini gave one final push and she could feel the baby sliding out of her body .
The doctor felt the baby in her hands , the weight of the baby.
But there was no baby . There was nothing .
The hands of the doctor were empty .
It took everyone 5 minutes to realize what had happened . Yamini pushed a baby out , the doctor held the legs of the baby BUT no baby came out doctors hands !
There was no baby !
Nobody could explain anything – days went by – Yamini recovered physically – her physical and emotional state screamed that she had birthed a baby but there was no baby.
Rohan took Yamini home . After making sure she was
comfortable in bed –
Rohan opened the door of the room they had converted to nursery .
WHAT THE FUCK ! Rohan could not take his eyes off that ghastly sight . That dreadful doll was sitting in the crib and she had another doll cradling in her arms
As crazy as it looked to Rohan – it was a “newborn” doll covered with blood and amniotic fluid!
Before he could call for Yamini – he was hit on his head repeatable by a sharp object . The last thing he heard was a man dressed like a shaman telling Yamini
“ You kept your promise – I will keep mine – you will have twins with your next husband “ ….
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"One can cope with the grief of losing an entire family but how does one let go of their smell?"
Received this moving thread on coping with grief from some one who lost everything . Must read .
" Its been 2 weeks since i lost my husband and son in an accident .
Stoicism helped me get over the grief but how do I get over the smell of them? I can still smell them - the tangy, musk , romantic smell of my husband. The sweet, pure smell of my son . My therapist says that its my coping mechanism and eventually it will stop .
But she does not get it - I have a strange relationship with smell . The smells have shaped my entire personality . Lets start from the beginning .
I was one of those EWS kids . Those poor kids who get admitted into rich schools so the rich can think they have paid their dues
Those who grow up with little money when they do end up earning well are mostly generous with their money . They are the first one who offer to pick a tab , give generous gifts etc . I think the reason is that we don’t want to be labeled as misers . The scar of skipping
Outings because we can’t afford looms large . We were not misers , we just didn’t have money and now we over compensate .
The opposite side of spectrum are those who grew up with generational wealth . More and more of them I see as misers who can’t spend on others
And they can hide the fact that they are misers cause hey I drive Audi A6 so how I be cheap with money.
They are those who will turn up last when the bill has been paid and be like “Aree main de deta yaar - chalo next time .”
I guess it’s the upbringing - they grew up in an
The horrible secret Khan market is holding for the last 20 years ( a thread) -
You wander in the back lanes of khan market ,dressed in your finest Delhi fashion, eating in the aesthetic cafes , clicking pictures in old world book shops ; blissfully unaware of the horrible secret
that no one will tell you about . But they know - even the police knows for they never have witnessed a sight like this .
Lets start from the beginning - 20 years ago - infants started to disappear from khan market - like in broad daylight - from the prams in the shops
from the cars , from the streets. Imagine , the parents pushing the pram with the baby in it one minute and poof , the pram is empty the next minute ! Not empty actually - there was doll kept in place of babies.
The paanwalas know all the secrets of the city.
Always listen to their warnings . This may save your life ( a thread).
My friend Madhu who is an IAS officer came to know of this very niche theater in Delhi that is Adult only . No kids allowed ! A dream - right !!!.
She immediately told about it to her husband Alok. With their demanding careers they were struggling to manage both work and kids and it was putting a strain on their relationship .
" Can you imagine ; 2-3 hrs going out without any kids around . Not ours , not anyone else's !"
They got the tickets booked . One actually had to declare that they were not bringing any kids along while booking the tickets .
But Murphy's law - On the day of the show - the maid didn't show up and none of the friends were available . And their kids , Ayn (10) and Shruti(14)
Men and their weird requirments for marriage ( a thread)
My friend Nischal was looking for a girl to marry. The guy looked decent ,earned well, and had a matured head on his shoulder.Yet he could not find a girl even after almost a year.
All he said was that most girls did not agree to his conditions
" Conditions ,what conditions?" - I probed him.
" Is it certain looks ,certain career or worst,is it anything to do with dowry?"
No ,he said.None of these were factors.He just had two conditions -
1) She should sleep on her back at night maybe on the left BUT never on the right side ¬ even look at the right side while in bed. 2) Not drink water at night after going to bed
I told him in all probability everyone things he is very weird because this made no sense
Got this DM & its gun wrenching-
"I HATE MY MOTHER . My name is Ritika and I am almost 30 year old but mother does not allow me to work or even leave the house .
She has always been like that ; she made me believe I am suffering with some life threating ailment, and I will die
without she caring for me . Ever since I can remember she would put me in wheel chair and hardly let me walk . In fact she would even send me school in wheel chair . She would insist on feeding me , taking me to wash room - basically doing everything one would do
for terminally ill person . Hell, she used to even force me to wear empty oxygen cylinder when i went out for walk with her.
As I grew older - I wanted to go out and play with my friends but she never allowed it . She only let my friends come over at my place