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LOCATION: Karol Bagh, Delhi
TIME: 6 pm
The mobile phone was discreetly trashed into the pockets.
Insidiously smirking masks were trying to understand the possible reason behind his unusually gloomier visage. With all his might, which he still somehow possessed, he tried to contain the impetuous outflow of emptiness. He tried to conceal it from other cautious eyes. His own eyes were blurred, unable to ascertain that dreadful merry-go-round, those brutal children had started laughing monstrously. He was downhearted. His heart, unable to comprehend what had just happened, was vehement, as well as silent. The practical part of him tried to persuade the same thing, helplessly argued with himself to forget it.
Under the outlandish weight of those drooping shoulders, his legs were reluctant to carry him forward. The brutal doctor…an X ray report…a big round hole…and just seven days? Yes, just seven days were all he had been offered. Hundreds and thousands of aspirations and desires, and dreams, which he used to dream in some happy moments, all of them were thrashed away…exterminated. What he had thought of offering and what he himself was ascribed. Everything: visible or invisible to his eyes seemed useless, sans any purpose at all. He wanted to escape this ambivalence. He wanted to end it forever.
A familiar aroma entered his nostrils. That morbid fragrance of flowers: roses, which had fancied him so much, which he once rendered to be the eternal emblem of love, of beauty, of friendship and which, he had so meticulously used to make her happy… he had little strength left.
Lurking behind some nagging debris was the thing he was trying to find. Espousing the object between the quivering fingers, he came back to his bed. There was an old table adjacent to it: His father and mother were beaming at him. His father, who had selflessly framed the entire life of his son. His mother, who had taught him how to live for others, how to love. And there was…. He couldn’t go any further. He closed his eyes and..
LOCATION: Vasant Kunj, Delhi
TIME: 6 pm
The mobile phone was inadvertently let dropped on the crimson mat.
Scandalized eyes peered first at the phone and then at her, trying, to comprehend something which they already knew. The feeble dam of her patience shattered into bits of those dribbling drops of tears and, she ran into her room…the room, where she had prepared herself for the day.
A fan whirred above, like the wheels of time..to the time when she was in his grasp. Love was too elementary a word to depict what was between them. But the phone call?, that too on the very day they were to mutilate all those shackles between them?: all those social tribulations which had been preventing them to be one. No. It couldn’t be true.”I will never break your heart and if I ever, I will die.” She felt as if her lungs had ceased accepting any air, as if, they were dead… with her very heart, which had stopped itself from throbbing anymore,too weak without him, who once lived in it.
But the fan continued with its whirring..nonchalant of her pain, of her desire to destroy it. With herself…
Even if it was true, even, if he had left her forever for the girl his parents had chosen for him, there was no purpose for her to live. to reminisce his memories everyday and… die. She wanted an exit, a permanent vent out to the world without pain. And she knew what it was. But she also knew from within, that he could never betray her, never leave her alone…he must be having some problem. Yes. Perhaps the stomach pain he had been facing. Yes..that must be the reason. But even then, what she would do without him? She switched the fan off and…
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