My eyes squinted at the bright light coming from my bedroom windows. Wow! That was quite a dream. Aisa kuch real life mein kyun nehi hua? Raaste mein gaadi kharab ho gaya aur phir bachane ke liye heroes aajate hain and somehow ladki ko hero ke barre mein flashbacks bhi aate hai and then finally, the happily ever afters . If only. I got up from my bed and walked near the window, tightening my robe around me.
"Should we leave in an hour?", I turned and found those gorgeous eyes staring back at me.
"Hmmm...okay adhey ghante mein niklenge. I'll be down in 10 mins."
"Okay"...he nodded and closed the door on his way out.
The day has finally arrived. I heaved a sigh and went to the bathroom to change.
As we got in the car khuda jaane started playing from my phone. I saw the caller-id and picked up. "Sharon,...yeah hum car mein hai...okay...wohi milte hai...bye", I cut the call and stared out the window.
"wo...bakisab bhi wohi milenge", he informed me. I just nodded and continued staring outside.
The drive ended in less than 40 mins and we walked up to the place. It was rather beautiful. A hill top that gave a nice view of the city below, tall trees all around giving it a serene look and the calm atmosphere. But how cruel! Such a place had to associated with the saddest of emotions. My vision blurred and I felt tears running down my cheeks. I quickly wiped them off. We walked ahead and the epitaph of the gravestone came into my view. It read.. Here lies Reyaansh Singhania, beloved son, husband, father. May his soul rest in peace'.
Rehaan clutched my hand. "Its okay, say your words". My son deposited the flower bouquet and sat down on his knees for a while, probably having one of those father-son conversations. He finally got up and nodded at me, "I'm waiting over there".
I sunk down to the ground and tried to control my running heart . "You know I had a dream today. I think you had something to do with it...you didn't have to do that you know. Its not like I'd ever forget you. I can never forget you. Forever and ever, remember? And yes I got your other point too. I will start talking to Sharon on a more normal basis. It's just been...hard." I gulped down. "I guess I shouldn't have shut her out...but I will try...I promise. But I...I'm not yet ready to start dancing...I want more time, please? Oh and Rehann ki 14th birthday par maine use tumhara laptop diya. He loved it. I'm sure you have seen it...u..upar se.. Aur...aur humare dance Academy me kuch new teachers aaye hai, they are all quite good..." I continued telling him about all the little happenings from here and there. For a normal person this might seem like the doings of a lunatic. I mean who talks to their dead husaband? But how do you not talk to the love of your life, your best friend, the one? It doesn't matter what people say, I know my Rey is always around us, watching over us and sometimes he even talks to me, like today morning. Yeah, maybe I haven't yet got over his death. People say it gets better with time. It's only been a year for me...without him. But tell me how do you get over your husband? I can't , I don't want to and I don't know what I'd do if I got over him...I'm not supposed to get over him...it's always and forever. Mujhe rey ki aadat par gayi thi, aaj bhi hai...so I just can't stop...it's not possible for me to stop talking to him, or loving him...ever. But I know he is here somewhere, close to me always.
I didn't realize when I started crying but another sob escaped my mouth and my whole being started trembling. I felt someone come up behind me. "shhh...its alright kriya...it's alright", Sharon wrapped her arms around me. I just cried, not caring that I had to be strong, if not for me then for my son. But I cried for my husband, for Rey, for this incomplete happily ever after'. Why did you leave me?...
My tears eventually dried up and I somehow managed to calm myself down. Sharon and Swayam paid their visits. Rinni, Simmi, Bharat, Nilesh, Vickey, Amar...they too came to say their payers ...to stand beside each other and mostly to give me strength. We mourned together.
"Mum , you okay?" Rehaan looked at me worried. He eyes were swollen and I could spot dried tear marks on his cheek. Oh Rehaan...I engulfed him in a hug,"I'm sorry. I don't know how that happened".
"Mum you are allowed to cry, you know." Rehaan squeezed my shoulders. " Cry if you need to, its good to cry out all your tears, because only then you will be able to smile again"...
"Did you get it off the internet?", I smiled a little.
"Does it matter?" Suddenly it was as if I could spot Rey in him. My son has grown up. When all this time I was trying to hold up for his sake he was doing the same for me. My dear son...I just shook my head at his question and we walked towards our car hand in hand. Eventually we all had to leave. This time we drove with Sharon and Swayam . We sat in utter silence and it stayed that way. I sought my solace through silence. I rested my head against the car door and closed my eyes. It was a pleasant summer morning and the cool breeze soothed me. In no time, I drifted off to sleep and a voice spoke to me.
"Shall we continue from where we left off , my love?"
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okay dnt hate me...I know that was sad, even m sad but sometimes its the journey that matters not the end, right?!😳
well leave ur valuable comments... love, 🤗
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