Life becomes empty
There was no relationship between us. But even after he left, my life became empty.
I became more angry than the sky on my own. I felt like I was a parasite man. It's very helpless to feel myself Why did not I build a career? I did not make my own life? If I had a job then I could live like I did! After this incident I stayed away from Facebook for several days. But when one out of sight is out of mind, it is not like that. The way I spent on Facebook with the sky, they started chasing me.
When we chatted, the time was fast. There was a smile on my face all day without any reason.
But to tell the truth, because of our virtual relationship online, my husband had the most benefit.
My happy life
Apart from the extra effort of my husband, I was also a happy man. The fate of our relationship was fulfilled by the sky.
I did not do anything wrong. I did not even cheat with my husband. I did not even go to bed with anyone else. I just had a little chat on Facebook. It was discussed in the chat that we were able to realize my dream and desire as a woman. I could understand that there could be a life beyond my being a wife.
In this situation, I remained in a dilemma and doubt whether I would contact the sky again.
Some more men
Then one day, I saw a man's profile picture on Facebook. The man is very nice to see. I did not understand what was going on inside me. But I sent him the friend request.
He replied, "You are married, why have you sent me a request?" I said, "Why, married women can not have friends?"
Diameter, and so on. Then started again. And there is still communication between us. But he is not the only person. Later, I saw another man's profile where he posted a photo with a number of celebrities or famous people. I thought it would be very interesting to know about the life of such a person. I sent him a request too. He also unveiled it.
New life
Life seemed pretty exciting. Then, at any one time I am pregnant. My daughter has completely changed my life. Then there was no time for me.
He is now three years old. But it is also very difficult to maintain personal privacy now. There comes a time when I want to talk to somebody. But whenever I do not have a mobile phone, he ran and ran to cry to give him the phone. He likes to see cartoons on the phone. Sometimes it feels very frustrating. I think, can I be the kind of woman I was? Or was the only destination of my life, whether a woman or a mother was a mother. That's why I decided that I would not let this happen in my daughter's life. She can become a woman dependent on herself, so that she can take her own decision, so I want to help herWhen the identity of the unknown person on Facebook is'
Modern Indian women have started thinking about BBC Hindi's special series 'Choice Choice'. The real life experience of 12 Indian women, their desire, the search for alternatives - all came from their mouths. Today the life story of a woman in northern India. She said that her husband's experience of chatting with strangers on Facebook was frustrating with her husband. The name identity was kept secret at his request.
"On the day I opened an account on Facebook, I got a message from him.
At first I was a little surprised. Why would he go to write me?
My husband was not at home, I was alone. Still, I looked around and frightened.
It was a very stupid fool. I smiled in my behavior and started to read the message.
Suddenly her message
He wrote, "Hi, I want to be your friend."
I smiled and looked at the message for a few minutes. I still did not understand what I would write in response to this, or ignore the message. I was thinking, why reply to the unknown person's message? What if my husband can know this? How will he take it?
My thoughts about her husband made me angry. Because he is such a person that even a little 'hi' from an unknown man can make him angry.
If the situation was different then I might have avoided such a message. But I was so angry that I gave him a counter 'hi' and replied to his message.
Then start
His name was Akash. I did not know him at all. But after receiving his friend request, I made him a friend. I did not think too much about this.
I do not know why he thought I was an airplane.
I could tell him the truth. But I did not say that. Because I thought I was an airplane.
From the very beginning I heard that I am very beautiful. My skin color is like milk, patrol eyes are mine, Figures are very good. I am sure that I am a wonderful woman.
But to get me married, my parents started rushing, and they gave me marriage with whom I liked the first.
My married life
But this person did not have any interest in my emotional feelings or romance.
But before I got married, I dreamed that I would marry someone who would love me, occasionally give me a surprise and sometimes make me a cup of tea.
But my husband is actually like a device. Like every day he wakes up in the morning, goes to work, comes home late, goes to sleep in bed after eating dinner.
It is not that I do not understand his busyness. But how much time does a person take his wife to say something beautiful? Or how much time can it take to hug his wife or to look at a wife's face toward her?
Either my husband does not have these emotional feelings. Or maybe he is a kind of man who wants to love his wife, who is hit by self-injury.
We are involved in physical but there is no romance between them. We do not even have to prepare ourselves for adoring each other before sex.
He never praised me. He does not say anything good for me as well as he cooks well or he does not care how good the house is.
He asked for the picture
When the sky sent me my message, I was drowned in these thoughts. She wanted to see my picture.
I still could not understand the internet. Even we have opened a Facebook account, my husband. She has taught me how to accept the friend request and how to reply to the message.
There were no pictures on my profile on Facebook. I was afraid to upload a photo there. Because I have heard that the pictures were stolen from them or uploaded to the pornography website.
But the sky was very strong.