I wish I wrote the poem. But no I didnt.
They entered the extravagant house all at once. Sahil had been in the middle, with Kripa and Angad holding one of his hands from the sides. As the doors opened, it seemed as if a electrifying beam of light had formed between the three, and broke the darkened shadows of the house as they stepped in. Had there been any devils surrounding this vicinity, they had surely been abolished by the pure light these three brought in.
Angad, who hadn't fully recovered as of now felt a bit dizzy. He held his head, and tried to use the coat hanger as support. Sahil ran off into the house just as they had entered. In the middle of this fainting, Angad had noticed Sahil running. He even had to look twice, as he could have sworn Sahil's feet weren't touching the ground as he was running, and jumping across the wall. Just as Angad felt the coat hanger's support had not been enough, his other support cam in from the other side. Kripa helped him up the stairs into his bedroom. Kripa and Angad were breathing simultaneously as she lowered in unto his bed. She slowly placed the covers on him, and was to walk away when Angad's strong grip had stopped her. "Don't go just yet", he said in a low tone.
Kripa felt all her nerves go haywire. Everything was just going wild in her mind. The sirens were loud, and the lights flashed, as her brain was under total malfunction. Thought flew through her mind and she wanted them to go away. His touch had just awoken all life in her. She wanted to sit by him so badly, and wanted to hold him and tell him she had been so overjoyed that he was here with her. But she knew, there was no use. I had to leave…her brain was malfunction, and she had to leave before her heart took second command and made her do something she didn't want to.
Without turning back Kripa said, "Angad you need your rest. Go to sleep, we'll talk later". Angad then let go of Kripa's hand so quickly, that even Kripa was surprised. Kripa slowly walked out of the room into the kitchen. Angad stared at the ceiling. He counted the squares on the ceiling. 64 squares. It was quite hot in the room. Kripa must have increased the heat. Sweat started to drip from Angad's forehead. He heard the silence again. The silence the shrieked into his ears. One off the light bulbs was about to die out. It kept blinking on and off. Angad stared at it, on and off. On and off. On and off. As he was to drift off to sleep, ran in little Sahil. He jumped up on the bed next to Angad and stared at him. Sahil did that quite often. He would stare into Angad's eye's and think something. And every time Sahil did so, Angad would turn his head away from Sahil. Sahil started to play with Angad's dog tag hanging around his neck.
"Angad", said Sahil.
Just as Angad heard that, his eyes widened in shock and he quickly turned to Sahil. Angad couldn't breath. He air had just been sucked out off him. As he looking at Sahil, all he saw was the dying bulb. On and off. Sahil then let put a laugh.
"Daddy, you know on TV, my favorite character is Angad Khanna. He's a rock star. He wears the girly necklaces just like you do. Daddy, your just like Angad."
Angad was still to shocked to laugh. He kept seeing the dying bulb. On and off. On and off. Nothing else. He forcefully let out a laugh, ad Sahil got and ran out of the room. Angad watched him run out. He sure did love that little boy. He loved Sahil more than anyone. God, Angad would give anything to have Sahil as his real son. He would give his life, his happiness, himself. Then the thought came to him…he already did give all of that to Sahil, for Sahil. Then a scary thought came. What about the day Sahil finds out the truth? Many times a thought would come to Angad. At times he felt, that Sahil had already known the truth. Not that this is all the plan and he's Angad Khanna. But that he isn't his father. That Angad isn't Das. Boy, that sure was on scary thought. That's exactly why Angad would turn away from Sahil whenever Sahil looked into his eyes. Sahil would always say that there was something wrong with his fathers eyes, ever since he came back. That his eye's seemed different. Adults always misunderstand children. Children are quite intelligent. They aren't the mindless dummies we think of them to be. Sahil knew there was something up…Angad knew Sahil knew. Yet Angad often wondered, what would happen when Sahil found out?
Sahil would never find out the truth thought Kripa. Kripa could never let that happen. How could she ever face her son with him knowing that fact. Kripa stood in front of the boiling water. She was making soup for Angad. The water boiling made funny noises and bubbled on the top. Kripa stood right in front. The evaporated water soothed her face. Kripa often thought about whether what she did was right or wrong. There had to be something wrong about it, or else why would she be so afraid to let her son know about it? It sure did scare her. At times she even felt unfaithful to Das. She felt as if she was cheating Das's soul by bringing Angad in as Das. Kripa sure was scared. Really scared. The water bubbling on the surface of the pot. Some days ago, she had thought it had all been over. Along with her divorce, it had all been over and done with. Now, for two weeks, they had to live in this. What were they to do? She and Das had gotten divorced, and the media surely knew. And so, how could Angad stay here now? But, how could she let Angad leave in the condition he was in? He had done so much for her, how could she just let him go like this? Lies and truths, good and bad, real and fake…nothing seemed to be itself anymore.
Kripa walked up to Angad's room, with a bowl of hot Thai soup. It was Angad's favorite. The first thing she noticed when she walked in the room was the dying light bulb. Going on and off. On and off. As she walked to him, she heard her steps upon the marble floor. She had asked Das so many times to put carpeting in the house. He would always say "Tomorrow". But that tomorrow never came. Kripa placed the soup on the side table and kneeled down to only see a sleeping Angad. Kripa had top let out a light laugh. Angad look so adorable sleeping. His lips were pouted in such a childish manner that Kripa wanted to hug him the way she hugged Sahil. He really did look just so innocent that it almost killed her. Das and Angad were so very different. Their was always a certain mature calmness in Das when he slept. It scared Kripa. Das would sleep with such calmness that she at times thought he had died. He'd be so still. Angad was so very different. With that innocent glow on his face, he would twist and turn all the time. Kripa had only slept beside Angad twice in the one year they had been together. Everything was planned perfectly. Sahil would go to sleep at 8. Betty would leave the house at 9:30. Angad would then crawl into his room for the night. The next morning, Betty would come back at 7. Kripa made sure everyday that Angad wake up at 6:30. That would kill Kripa, to wake Angad up. He was more stubborn than Sahil when it came to early mornings. Now just in case there was any defect in the plan, Kripa and Angad had an advantage. Their rooms were linked by a bathroom. That's how to moved from each others rooms. Boy, they should have been in the CIA. It was only those two times they slept on the same bed. The first time, Angad had been so tired after work that he flopped unto Kripa's bed without a second thought. Kripa hadn't even noticed Angad until the next morning. For a moment, Kripa thought it was Das next to her. But then, Angad opened his eyes and Kripa saw those gray eyes that surely didn't belong to Das. The other time…well…lets just say they didn't sleep all night.
As Kripa walked through her mind, and as the dying light bulb went on and off, Kripa noticed something. It was quite hot in the room. Perhaps that's why Angad was removed his shirt. On Angad's back was a tattoo. The Chinese symbol for love. Kripa knew it very well because Kripa had the same on her lower stomach. It was so down low, that it one could ever see it unless Kripa pulled her pants down an inch from her hips. Kripa now had totally forgot that it was Angad's back, and began to touch the tattoo. She had made a note to ask Angad what lotion he used because his back was so very soft, like a baby's skin. She felt the tattoo with such passion, that her hands began to tremble. Kripa touch then awoke Angad who jumped out of his bed. He hadn't been fully healed yet and so that jumped hurt his rib a lot. Even in with the hurt, the first thing we noticed was the dying light bulb going on and off. On and off.
Kripa cleared her throat as she began to speak. At first, as hard as she tried her voice box just wouldn't working. She felt that lump in her throat. She sat next to Angad on the bed, and was about to point to his tattoo and Angad caught a hold of her hand. He held with a strong grip and then began to caress it. Kripa stared at the dying light bulb going on and off. He then looked at Kripa's green eyes. She sure did have pretty eyes. They had seemed to have gotten darker within this year. Yes, her eyes had defiantly gotten darker.
"When did you get that tattoo?"
"Oh…it's been a few months. I saw it when…we…."
"I know what you talking about, but why didn't you get it?"
"No reason. I just liked it"
"Ok, you liked it"
"I have to tell you something"
"Angad…"
"No, listen. The business deal was delayed. A month"
"A month! Angad we cant stay like this for another month, the media will find out were divorced and you already transferred everything to Sahil. We don't have answers to their questions".
Angad slowly held Kripa close to him. He lightly kiss her head and inhaled the strawberry smell of her hair. He sure did have beautiful hair. Kripa rested her head on Angad's chest. As she heard him speak, she could feel his heart beating, and kept her eyes on the dying light bulb going on and off.
"Don't worry, I'll handle all of that. And, I'm leaving tomorrow. I called my agent, and he found a nice apartment for me."
Just as Angad spoke the words on him leaving, Kripa unwillingly clenched unto him. She felt a tear slide down her pale face unto Angad's bear chest.
"Soon it will all end", said Kripa.
"Yes…soon it end", repeated Angad.
Angad then continued to speak, "Soon, I will get myself back". Kripa then looked at Angad in disappointment and said, "Soon, I will lose my Das once again.
Kripa arose from Angad and began to feed him his soup. As Kripa blew on the soup to cool it off, Betty walked into the room.
"Pardon my intrusion, but there are a few reporters here to see you sir".
Kripa dropped the spoon and stared wide at Angad. Angad was staring at Kripa with the same expression. And the dying light…went off.
To be Continued…
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