FF: A Silent Prayer pt 10(last) pg 15 updt 5/10/12 - Page 2

Originally posted by: nandinimp

hi aditi

great FF man. why do you think that you are not a writer.. dont assume or underestimate yourself man.. that is one great view that you have projected here.. Priya's dilemma as a mother is so well etched.. her grief at being responsible for her daughter not having access to all that money can buy is so clearly evident along with the fact that she loves the little from the deepest recesses of her heart.. I like lady

True blue PK fan that you are you incorporated her mahan avatar.. a prayer for Rohan.. good one man.. makes her a mother more than just any woman

Fantastic..

Hey Nands.. thanks yaar! You have read me too well I guess! Trying to update RK's part today... hope u like it!

Friends when I wrote the first part I never knew whether I would be able to update this.. but then thanks to the encouragement from all of you... could end up in writing some more. Please do leave your comments...

Cheers,

aditi.

The man with a heart of gold…..

Ram hurried into his bedroom after returning from office. He had a lot of stuff to pack…. and also needed to prepare for the important meeting tomorrow in Dubai. He put his bag on the bed, and started pulling out his clothes from the wardrobe. Everytime he had to pack his bags, he remembered his first day after marriage with Priya. A smile flashed on his face as he remembered how Dadi had compelled Priya to help him pack his bags. Ram opened the cupboard and looked fondly at Priya's section.. all her sarees, dresses and accessories were pretty much the same as they were 5 years ago. Ram had taken utmost care not to remove or disturb any of her belongings in the room.. they gave him an assurance that Priya will always be with him. Ram's mind went back to their initial days of marriage, and he kept on smiling to remember how much "space" he had offered to his newly wed bride in his wardrobe. His thoughts were interrupted abruptly by a pair of tiny hands clinging to his knees….

Papa.. Aap kab aaye?… Shouted Rohan.

Ram : Abhi abhi beta.. aap soye nehi ab tak?

Rohan: Nehi.. Dadi to kitchen mein hai.. toh mujhe sulayega kaun?

Ram:Kitchen mein… abhi tak kitchen mein kyun?

Toh kya karun? Tum to itni busy ho gaye ho ke khana tak khane ki time nehi hai tumhare pas! complained Krishnaji as she entered into the room, followed by Bansi kaka who arranged Ram's dinner on the table.

Ram : Ma.. aap khud kyon aaye? Mein Bansi kaka ko bolke khana mangwa leta.

KK: Kya karon.. jab tak tera dyan rakhnewali koi nehi milti, tab tak to mujhe hi aana padega.

Ram sat for his dinner and continued:

Ma aap phirse wohi baat leke baith gayi.. Sab kuch toh thik chal raha hai Ma…

Krishnaji instructed Bansi Kaka to take Rohan to the Nanny.. assuring him she will join him soon. She sat beside Ram and looked at him:

Kya thik chal raha hai Ram? Tum kya samajhte ho ke mujhe tumhara akelapan dikhayee nehi deta?

Ram: Main akela kidhar hoon Ma.. Aap hai, Rohan hai, Rishab Hai.. aur phir Choti, Kartik….

KK : Par Ram hum sab milke bhi toh Priya ki jagah nehi le sakte na…

Ram: Toh kya aap yeh mante hai ke agar mein dubara shaadi kar loon, woh bhi aisi koi ladki se jisko khali mere paisa ya social status se matlab ho, toh who Priya ki jagah le payegi?

KK kept silent as Ram continued to pour his heart out …

Ma.. aap mere liye please chinta maat kariye.. Jo kismat mein likha hota hai.. wohi hota hai. Mere kismat mein Priya se milna likha tha to hum mile.. aur phir bichadna likha tha to woh mujhe chodke hamesha ke liye chali gayi…

Ram's voice choked as he tried hard to control his emotions …

Priya ke baad agar meri kismat mein phir se koi likha hai to woh mil hi jayegi Ma.. Aur agar koi nehi milti hai toh bhi Priya ki yaadein aur aap sab logon ki saath mere liye kafi hai yeh zindagi guzarne ko!

Complete silence reigned in the room as Ram nibbled at his food. Krishnaji had nothing more to add, because she knew Ram was right in whatever he was saying. The dignity and maturity with which Ram had handled the colossal crisis in his life always made her feel proud. Even after Priya's death, he had hunted Sid down within few months, and relentlessly fought a legal battle for 2 long years to clear Priya's name from all the charges. Not only that, when nobody on earth sympathized with Ayesha, when even Sid disowned her after utilizing her in every possible way, it was Ram who gave her shelter in KM. And when Ayesha expired while giving birth to Rohan, it was Ram again who took care of the newborn. Ram even went ahead to adopt Rohan as his son, to save the little infant from the scars of a forbidden identity.. being the offspring of an unmarried mother, who was not alive anymore and a criminal father, who never cared about his existence. Krishanji knew her son had a heart of gold and truly deserved somebody who would value his humane qualities, and would shower unconditional love to him. If that "somebody" did not exist, then there was no point in forcing him to marry anybody just for the sake of marriage. As Ram finished his dinner, Krishnaji instructed Bansi kaka to clean the table, as she bid good night to Ram and headed towards Rohan's room to put him to sleep.

Ram finished his packing and retired to bed. He cherished this time of the day the most… when he could "talk" to Priya and share his day's happenings with her. He lovingly looked at the digital album at the side table.. He had taken personal care to save Priya's photos there, and kept on changing them from time to time. The current one was taken during Priya's apparent engagement with Vineet, wherein during a group photo, Priya suddenly lost balance and leaned on him! Little did he realize then that the woman he was trying to find a groom for would eventually end up being his wife, and would be his greatest source of love, strength and inspiration, even when she was not there with him anymore. Ram started navigating his I pod, and selected his favorite song. As he closed his eyes, breathing in every fragment of his beloved wife's memories deep inside his heart, the soulful voice of Talat Aziz filled the room…..

Zindagi jab bhi teri bazm mein laati hai hamen,

Ye zamin chand se behtar nazar aati hai hamen.

Surkh phulon se mahak uthati hain dil ki rahen,

Din dhale yun teri aawaz bulaati hai hamen.

Yaad teri kabhi dastak kabhi sargoshi se,

Raat ke pichhale pahar roz jagaati hai hamen.

Har mulaqat ka anjaam judai kyun hai,

Ab to har waqt yahi baat satati hai hamen.