Saturday, 31 December 2016

The story of six differently abled couples who never thought they’d find love

 The story of three differently abled couples who never thought                                     they’d find love

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      On a midsummer afternoon, a pleasant breeze blows across Fateh Sagar Lake. Clear blue waters shimmer in the sun. Small waves lap against the rocks, occasionally breaking the quiet of the place. The Aravallis, made lush green by the monsoon, loom in a distance. Thirty-eight-year-old kamlesh kumar vaishnav sits on the wall that rings the lake, holding his wife Geeta  hands. His black wheelchair, folded neatly, is parked next to him. They have been coming here for the last eight years, ever since they began dating. It was here that he professed his love for her; here that they decided to marry secretly and here that she broke the news of her pregnancy to him. “This place has a lot of memories,” says Vaishnav.

    In Udaipur, a city with white havelis, palaces and forts set amidst hills, where turbaned men sing love ballads to the sound of the iktara on long boat rides, it is difficult not to fall in love. But Vaishnav and Geeta’s love story is unusual. “I first saw her at the hospital,” he says.

     Though crippled by polio since childhood, Vaishnav has never let disability come in the way of life. Till Class V, his relatives would drop him to school each day on a cycle. At the age of 11, his family gave him a self-operated wheelchair. “That was independence,” Vaishnav says. In 2006, he began working at Narayan Sewa Sansthan, a charitable organisation that runs hospitals for the disabled and performs surgeries for those afflicted by polio free of cost.

Vaishnav was an attendant at the reception of the Udaipur hospital, preparing discharge papers of the patients. Geeta, who was crippled at the age of one, underwent a corrective surgery for severe polio at the hospital in 2008. “She had been admitted to the ward for a week. Her right leg was plastered. Even in hospital clothes, she looked so beautiful,” Vaishnav says. For the next week, Vaishnav tried to talk to Geeta, but her parents were always around. When she returned to the hospital six months later to have her legs fixed with calipers, they spoke for the first time.

Kamlesh Vaishnav and Geeta at the Fateh Sagar Lake,Kamlesh Vaishnav and Geeta at the Fateh Sagar Lake.
      Geeta, who is 10 years younger, lived in Banswara village, 165 km away, but she would travel for four hours in a bus every week to reach Udaipur and meet Vaishnav. “I would lie to my parents that I was going to see a friend or to the hospital for my check-up. We would meet at Fateh Sagar and talk. Other couples would take boat rides and go to Nehru Park (a small island in the middle of the lake). We could not, it was impossible with the wheelchair and calipers. But we were content to be with each other,” she says.

       Narayan Sewa Sansthan, set up nearly three decades ago by retired government servant Kailash Agarwal, now 80, to treat patients suffering from polio and cerebral palsy, appears to be an unlikely place for love stories. On a regular day, a vast crowd sits outside the 1,100-bed hospital in Bari, on the outskirts of Udaipur city. They are relatives of patients, who come from as far as Bihar, Punjab and Karnataka for free treatment for their kin. Young men and women in uniform, many of them disabled, stream in and out of the wards that smell of disinfectant and illness. Agarwal’s daughter-in-law, Vandana, the Sansthan’s director, says the youngsters were all patients at the hospital once, who were treated and later employed there — as nurses, ward boys, receptionists, accountants and in other capacities. Those who were not employed had the opportunity to attend classes in sewing, mobile repairing, computers, and other vocational skills.

    The institute also encourages young men and women to mingle. “We try to create an atmosphere where it is easy for them to find a life partner. Many of them think of themselves as burdens. This is a place where they meet new people and find a partner, a hamdard who understands them,” Vandana says.

      Eleven years ago, they started organising mass weddings when a few patients approached them for “complete rehabilitation”. Some told her they were “lonely” in life. “That is when we thought: why not search partners for them? We started talking to patients and families in the hospital. Slowly, word spread. We do background checks of both the boy and the girl: what kind of people they are, if the boy drinks or smokes, and the family’s social and economic status,” she says.

       Many of the alliances are of those who met and fell in love at the hospital.

     When couples face objections from the families, volunteers try to counsel the parents. “There have been many instances where we explained to the family that caste does not matter. Most often, love wins,” says Vandana.

Manohar Singh and Mankunwar at Juda village near UdaipurManohar Singh and Mankunwar at Juda village near Udaipur

    In Juda village, 100 km from Udaipur, residents guide you towards a row of thatched-roof houses near the people tree where “Handicap” lives. Affected by polio when he was one, Manohar Singh was operated at the Udaipur hospital in 2008. At one of the check-ups after his surgery, he saw Mankunwar Kirad, 22, who was operated in 2010. “Our marriage was arranged by the Sansthan,” Singh says. But, later, as his mother steps out to make tea, he hastily adds, covering his mouth with his hand to hide his wide, ear-to-ear grin, “It was the mole under her lip that I lost my heart to.”

     The playfulness between them is evident. A few nights ago, while Singh was asleep, Mankunwar painted his hand with henna: his palm is now a deep orange. “We are very different. She is jovial and chatty. I am the quiet type,” he says. The couple married in June this year along with 91 others at a mass wedding at Ramlila Maidan in Delhi.

     Premila Meena and Vijay Singh Chauhan saw each other at the hospital seven years ago. She was a 15-year-old from Dungarpur in Rajasthan, undergoing a corrective surgery for polio. Chauhan was a 19-year-old ward boy, who had been struck by polio when he was two. Even though Pramila kept coming to the hospital for annual check-ups, they spoke only in September last year, when she joined sewing classes organised by the Sansthan.

      “I had seen him around and was impressed by his good looks, but never had the courage to talk to him,” says Premila, now 22. Recalling their first “meeting”, Chauhan says she was in a black salwar suit, with kohl-lined eyes when she stepped inside the hospital: “I really liked her, but how could I talk?” Chauhan spoke to a volunteer and asked for help. “For about a month, she refused to talk as she was scared of a backlash from her family. Eventually, she gave in,” says Chauhan, with a grin.

     The way forward was not easy for the young lovers. In a state where caste divisions are stark, the fact that Premila belongs to the Meena community, while Chauhan is an “upper-caste” Rajput was a big hurdle. Premila family was bitterly opposed to the match. “I was affected by polio when I was just four months old. My parents died soon after. My grandparents raised me. They are old-fashioned and were very unhappy about my wish to marry outside our caste. Moreover, I had been rejected by many suitors because of my disability. So, my grandparents have always been very protective of me. But when they met Vijay, they really liked his politeness. They also realised that he was ready to accept me, even though his disability was far less than mine. I use crutches to walk. His family accepted me whole-heartedly. Eventually, my family also agreed,” Premila says, when we meet her at her one-room flat near the hospital. They married in June this year.

     Vaishnav and Geeta decided to marry in secret after almost two years of courtship. “Had we told our parents about it, we would never have been able to marry. I am a Brahmin and she is from a Scheduled Tribe. We thought our families would have killed us for even thinking about such a match. So, we quietly registered our marriage at the court and continued living at our respective homes. Weekly meetings in Udaipur continued as usual,” he says.

     Two years later, when Geeta broke the news of her pregnancy to him, they had to reveal all. “We had no choice. I told my father he could give us any punishment he deemed fit. But he was happy. Neither he nor I had thought I would marry or have a family. For some months, my mother boycotted us. But everyone came around after our son’s birth. He is three now and lives with my parents in Mawli village,” Vaishnav says.

     Even though Vaishnav and Geeta were always encouraged by their families to pursue their education, they feel love has completely changed their lives. When he first proposed to her, she says she was surprised. “I had never imagined that I too would be a wife and a mother some day. When he told me about his feelings, I broke down. I had never thought someone could love me. He was frank about his disability, because I walk fine with calipers while he moves around on his wheelchair. But by then, our love had crossed all boundaries. It eclipsed everything else: our age gap, caste barriers, and the difference in the extent of disabilities.”

     The love stories have inspired hope in other young patients who come to the hospital. Sukhpal Singh, a 25-year-old with polio, has arrived at the institute from Sangrur in Punjab. He has recently completed his BCA and is about to start looking for a job, but he tells us about battling mocking stares all his life. His mother, Labh Kaur, recalls how someone from their village was operated at the institute, and encouraged Sukhpal to “give it try”.

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                  As she hears the stories of love marriages arranged at the hospital, Kaur says, “I do not know what destiny has planned. But if those couples found love, surely my son will find a partner too. If he likes a girl here, I will agree. Even if she is not a Punjabi.”We have a lot of love stories. If you liked this story, let us comment on this story you must Shere we Pdae story.
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The definition of Love

                                                 The definition of Love

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My Love is of a birth as rare 
As 'tis, for object, strange and high ;
Ts was begotten by despair;
Upon Impossibility.

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Magnanimous despair alone
Could show me so divine a thing,
Where feeble hope could ne'er have flown.
But vainly flapped its tinsel wing.

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And  yet i quickly might arrive
Where my extended soul is fixed ;
But fate does iron wedges drive.
And always crowds itself betwixt.

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For fate with jealous eye does see
Two perfect love, nor lets then close ;
Their union would her ruin be,
And her tyrannic power depose.

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And therefor her decrees of steel
Us as the distant poles have placed,
( Though Love's whole world on us doth wheel ).
Not by themselves to be embraced. 



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A Tender Love Story with An O'Henry Twist

                               A Tender Love Story with An O'Henry Twist
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        John Blanchard stood up from the bench, straightened his Army uniform, and studied the crowd of people making their way through Grand Central Station. He looked for the girl whose heart he knew, but whose face he didn't, the girl with a rose on her lapel.
        
         His interest in her had begun 13 months before in a Florida library. Taking a book off the shelf, he found himself intrigued, not with the words of the book, but with the notes penciled in the margin. The soft handwriting reflected a thoughtful soul and insightful mind. In the front of the book, he discovered the previous owner's name, Miss Hollis Maynell.

          With time and effort he located her address. She lived in New York City. He wrote her a letter introducing himself and inviting her to correspond. The next day he shipped overseas for service in World War II.
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     During the next 13 months, the two grew to know each other through the mail. Each letter was a seed falling on a fertile heart. A romance was budding. Blanchard requested a photograph, but she refused. She felt if he really cared, it wouldn't matter what she looked like.

      When the day finally came for him to return from Europe, they scheduled their first meeting--at 7 p.m. at Grand Central Station in New York City.
"You'll recognize me," she wrote, "by the red rose I'll be wearing on my lapel."
So at 7 p.m., he was in the station looking for a girl whose heart he loved, but whose face he'd never seen.
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 John himself tells the story from here:
A young woman was coming toward me, her figure long and slim. Her blonde hair lay back in curls from her delicate ears. Her eyes were as blue as flowers. Her lips and chin had a gentle firmness, and in her pale green suit she was like springtime come alive.
I started toward her, entirely forgetting to notice that she was not wearing a rose. As I moved, a small provocative smile curved her lips. "Going my way, sir?" she said.
Almost uncontrollably, I made one step closer to her, and then I saw Hollis Maynell. She was standing almost directly behind the beautiful blonde girl. A woman well past 40, Hollis had graying hair tucked under a worn hat. A red rose was tucked in her lapel. She was more than plump, her thick-ankle feet thrust into low-heeled shoes.
The girl in the green suit was walking quickly away.

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    I felt as though I was split in two, so keen was my desire to follow the beautiful blonde, and yet so deep was my longing for the woman whose spirit had truly companioned me and upheld my own. And there she stood. Her pale, plump face was gentle and sensible, her gray eyes had a warm and kindly twinkle.

        I did not hesitate. My fingers gripped the small worn blue leather book that had introduced me to Hollis and with which she would now identify me. This would not be love, but it would be something precious, something perhaps even better than love, a friendship for which I had been and must ever be grateful.

    I squared my shoulders and saluted and held out the book to the woman, even though while I spoke I felt choked by the bitterness of my disappointment. "I'm Lieutenant John Blanchard," I said, "and you must be Miss Maynell. I am so glad you could meet me. May I take you to dinner?"

    The woman's face broadened into a tolerant smile. "I don't know what this is about, son," she answered, "but the young lady in the green suit who just walked by begged me to wear this rose on my coat. And she said if you were to ask me out to dinner, I should tell you that she is waiting for you in the restaurant across the street. She said it was some kind of test!"


      It's not difficult to understand and admire Hollis's wisdom: the true nature of a heart is seen in its response to the unattractive.

"Tell me whom you love," Arsene Houssaye wrote, "and I will tell you who you are."

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Leave me O Love me

LEAVE ME O LOVE ME

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Love me, O love which reachest but to dust

And thou, my mind, aspire to higher things;

Grow rich in that which never taketh rust:

Whatever fades but fading pleasure brings.

Draw in thy beams, and humble all thy might

To that sweet yoke where lasting freedomsbe,

which breaks the could and opens forth the light

That doth both shine and give us sight to see.

O, take fast hold;let that light be thy guide

In this small course which birth draws out to death,

And think how evil becometh him to slide

Who seeketh  heaven and comes of heavenly breath

Then farewall, world thy uttermost I see:

Eternal love, maintain thy life in me.

                               
                                                             -  Sir Philip Sidney
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       ' Leave me o love me ' is a shakesharean is written by Philip sidney. The love store was How weaver in his story. Realizing its value, he gose on and asked if he can take this love of god that he has found into his next small coures of life and continu on, writting 'Enternal  Love' maintain they life in me.






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A SERVICE OF LOVE

                            A SERVICE OF LOVE
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             A  Service of Love , is a beautiful story written by O HANRY. It is a story of two lovers of art.  JOI  Larrabee came from the Middle West. He had a genius for paonting. Even at the age of six,he drew a picture of the town pump with an important citizen passing it in hurry.This picture got the place in the drug store window. when he became twenty years old, he left for New York with a small capital.

            Another artist named Delia Caruthers came from the South. She was a promising singer. Her relative collected a small amount for her to go New York to learn music.

            Both Joe and Delia met each other in an Art studio.They fell in love and in a short time,they got married.When one loves one Art, no service seems too hard.
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           Ms. and Mrs. Larrabee  began to live in a flate. It was a lonely place.But they were very happy.They had their art and they had each other.

          Joe began to paint in the class of the great Megister, a famous painter. his fees were high. Delia began to study  music under Rosenstok, a famous musician.

         These two artists were very happy till there money lasted. Their aims were very clear. Joe would learn to paint picture and sell them. Delia wanted to master in playing the piano. she excepted to fill concert hall all over the counter with the audience Who whould play twice the usual rate to hear music.
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         But the most  important for them was their home life in their little flate - They had the warm chats after the day's learning ;the pleasent dinner and fresh, light breakfast, the exchane hope, the help and love they give each other on foring soil.

        But then art became weak. Their money began to be spent and nohing come in. They were not in a position to pay fees to mr. magister and mrRosenstok. But they did not lose their hearts. Delia decided to give music lessons to earn money.
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       She began to look for pupils. One evening she got  one love list pupils. She was Gerenal S.B.Pinkeny's daughter named Clementina.she was a delicate girl who always dressed  in when she got had to give three lissons a week for five dollars a lessons. she would start her lessons when she go to three more pupils. She would also continue her lessons with Mr. Rosenstok.

         Joe also decided to sell pictures and earn money. Delia advised  her husbend not to leave his art and lessons because while she taught, giving lessons. but when one love  one's art, no sercive seems to hard.
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          During the next week, the larrabee had an  early breakfast. she was much interested in the pictures of morning effect. Delia packed him off, hugged praised and kissed at 7 o'clock. It is said that art is a charming mistress. He returned at 7 'clock in the evening.

         At the end of the week, Delia put three five dollars bi'ls on the table for the sitting room.

         Both are talking about their student's progress. 
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         And then Joe with pride drew forth a ten a five, a two and a one - all new dollers notes and put them near Delia's earning.

         He said that she sold that water colour of the town in a man from peoria. He also orderded another oil sketch. They had earned thirty two dollars enough to buy oysters and champagne.

        On the next saturday evening he reached home first. He put eighteen  dollars on the the dining table and washed his paint stained hands.

          After half an hour Delia comes. Her right hand was tried up a shapeless bundle of wrap and bandage. Joe asked what had happened. She replied that Clementina in serving the Welsh Rabbit, spilled a great deal of boiling hot over her hand and wrist and she was hurt.

        At five o'clock Delia told her husband that she was burnt while ironing the shirts in that big Twent Four street laundry. When she was burnt, she was investing the story of Welsh Rabbit on her way to home. Joe also confessed that he was working the engine in there laundry for the last week.

       Both of then began to laugh and said. 
" when one loves one's art no service seems to hard.It is possible only when one loves it.    

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