~ TILL WE MEET AGAIN ~ OS - True Story

~ Till We Meet Again ~

I beckon you with hands to show

whispering your name as the tears begin to flow

I sit beside your grassy mound

Unburdening all past pain

I feel the spirits lift my soul

And know that we will meet again.

It is often said that a picture can convey a million unexpressed words. Trembling fingers penetrated with scars, hesitantly caressed the photograph; fearing that the fire burning within and throughout would eventually disfigure the pleasant memory. A lone tear slipped down her cheeks, threatening to dissolve her memories into flames. Destiny had played an ironically cruel game, deteriorating her present, destroying her future and now attempting to grasp away her past. She never predicted that fate would lead her to experience such a day, such a moment, whereby looking back at all the laughter, would eventually compel her to cry instead.

Mustering up the faltering courage that still somewhat remained; Geet dared to look at her reflection in the mirror, cringing at the sight that welcomed her. A face that had once been so utterly beautiful, without blemish nor flaw, was now marred with disfigurement, deformity, malformation and thorn-like scars. Gasping back her wail of pain, Geet watched the scene before her blur through the mist of her flowing tears. 'I cannot allow you to see me like this Maan' she whispered painstakingly, 'I refuse to burden you with my burnt existence'.

Walking towards the bed where her luggage lay awaiting; Geet placed the final monument at the very top of her packed belongings. Gently touching the frame of her husbands photograph; Her eyes caught sight of the wedding band encircling her bound finger. 'You belong to me now' he had whispered into her ear, whilst placing the ring through her finger. He had clutched her hands and softly raised it to his lips, without ceasing to break eye contact. However, instead of brushing his lips over her knuckle; Maan had turned her hand so that her palm was facing upward. Lowering his eyes to gaze down, Maan had fingered the faint lines apparent in the palm of her hands. Geet had felt a ticklish sensation run up her spine as she felt him trace his name upon her bare palm. Maan.

The memory collapsed into a thousand pieces as she stared at the once perfect palm, now covered with pink swollen puckery skin. The reminder of what the fire incident had done to her body, reinforced her decision to leave before Maan returned home. Zipping up the luggage, Geet wrapped her white dupaata over her face, concealing it from her own tortured gaze. The only aspect that she allowed to reveal was her eyes; the only feature that had been left untouched from the flames of hell. Grabbing the handle of her baggage, Geet walked out of her room, refusing to look back. Had she glanced over her shoulder, her resolve to leave Maan forever would further weaken. Strolling down the grand staircase, Geet kept her gaze averted from having to endure the multiple photographs framed onto the wall. Maan had been entranced by her beauty, never wasting any moment nor opportunity to snap pictures of her radiant being. Proof of his artistic fascination with his wifes enthralling beauty was portrayed through the overwhelmingly large portrait that hung above the fireplace.

Who would have known that Major Maan, head status and leading military soldier had a hidden talent to paint. Smiling through her tears, Geet recalled their first magical encounter. It had been a beautiful scenery, out looking the seaside as she had sat contently upon the grass, gazing appreciatively at the view. As if pre-written in her destiny, Maan had thought himself alone in the secluded area, grasping the opportunity to capture the serene scene that so greatly contrasted with the bloodshed and death that he was forced to endure. He had began to stroke the brush across the blank canvas, attempting to merge the right colours to portray the true beauty of the environment. Scanning his surroundings, Maan's eyes stopped midway and widened in astonishment. Without realizing, his hands began to work away as he continued to gaze at her, taken aback from the vibrancy of her beauty.

The result of that day's encounter was now a most treasured gift, hanging proudly for the world to see. Inhaling deeply, Geet longed to see her beloveds face. It had been four years since she had last whispered her goodbyes, as he left for duty. Only a few days ago she had received a letter, informing her that her husband was due to return tomorrow. Frantic at the thought of his disgusted reaction once he realized that his so-called perfect wife was now suffering from burns that covered almost 80% of her body, Geet knew without a doubt that she had to leave before his expected arrival.

As If silently willing to see him for the last time, Geet felt a strange eerie sensation surround her. Aware of a lingering yet familiar presence, Geet heard the faint knock on the front door. Frozen at her place, Geet watched the servant open the door, allowing two gentleman to walk inside. Her heart constricted and lodged into her throat as she finally took in his features after four lonely years. Dressed impeccably sharp in his uniform, Maan's head automatically whipped at her direction. Tightening her hold on the dupaata, ensuring that it continued to cover her face, Geet took a frightening step back. She had not expected him to arrive a day earlier, catching her completely off guard and unprepared to make haste of her escape.

'Geet' he whispered to himself, 'Where is she?' he asked the man holding onto his arm. Geet stared at him in confusion; why was he inquiring about her whereabouts when it was palpable that she was standing in line of his gaze 'Geet!' He called out frantically, staring at her direction but not directly making eye contact. Her confusion soon turned to pure horror as she finally took notice of the walking stick clutched tightly in the grip of his hands. 'Maan?' she took a hesitant step towards him, choking sobs threatening to escape from her agonized throat. Following the sound of her voice, Maan walked towards her, stretching his arm out to touch the unseen figure. Geet held his hands and traced her name onto the palm. The silent acknowledgment reduced the strain from his body as he pulled her possessively and almost desperately into his arms. Covering her face into the curve of his shoulder, Geet cried out her anguish ' cursing both their destiny for the unfairness of their situation.

She had been minutes away from leaving as a scarred and burnt woman. Whilst her beloved had returned after four years as a blind companion.

* * * * * *

His hands sought out for her in the darkness of the night, embracing her from behind. Geet placed her hand over his, as he absently stroked her swollen belly. 'Does it hurt to know that you would never be able to see your first child?' she whispered, leaning her head back onto his shoulder as she gazed at the moon. 'Who says that I cannot or would not be able to see my little princess?' Closing her eyes, Geet raised her hand to caress the side planes of his chiseled face, 'sometimes I do not understand you Maan' she confessed. He chuckled into her ear, gently nipping at her earlobe, 'It is you who wishes not to understand my beautiful wife' he stated, not realizing that she had stiffened at his compliment. 'I'm not beautiful Maan' she stated in a cold tone. 'Yes you are' he retorted gently. 'How would you know?' she replied, unaware that her tone had turned harsh. 'Can you see how I have changed? How do you know if I have not turned into some old hag in these passed years?

Sighing in resignation, Maan placed his hand over her shoulder and turned her around to face him. Geet looked up at his dangerously beautiful face and felt tears well up once again, as it had every day since he had returned two years ago blind and completely unaware of her own physical changes. It killed her to know that the most strongest man on earth would never be able to see his children, nor ever meet the eyes of his wife. 'Crying again?' he mused with a half smile, as he wiped away her tears. 'How do you know?' she asked, sniffing and holding back hiccups. 'I don't need to see you in order to know that you are crying Geet' he stated, 'I can feel your emotions'.

'You claim that you have changed yet you refuse to tell me how exactly' he murmured, 'and I've told you countless times that I care a damn'. Geet laughed bitterly, 'It's easy said without having to endure the actual sight'. Maan abruptly let go of her and stepped back, his hands clenching into a tight fist. Staring at an unknown direction, his voice cut through her soul. 'I've come back to you as a blind man. Has your feelings changed for me? Are you still with me because of sympathy? Has your loved turned into pity now?' he flung out in a hard voice. Geet shook her head frantically and clung onto his muscled arm, 'Don't ever repeat that again!' she cried out, 'I will stand by you regardless of any circumstances. I love you more than you could ever know.'

'I pray that one day you too will realize the intensity of my feelings for you' Maan whispered as he felt her tears dampen his shirt. 'One day' he vowed, 'You will know that I loved you far more than you could ever show'.

* * * * * * *

The sad reality of life was that no matter the day, time, month, year or century, everything did not last forever. That was the final thought that brushed through his mind 45 years later, as he clutched onto his wife's hands. Devoid of life, Geet's beautiful golden flaked eyes remained open, staring at his face as if to memorize his features and savour it for the very last time. A tear streamed down his cheek as he silently brushed his name onto the palm of her scarred hands. I love you. Before kissing it away with his grief-stricken lips.

Their daughter moved soundlessly around the room, her shoulder racking in silent sobs of despair. Standing before her mother, Muskaan tried to close her mothers eyes. Before she attempted to do so, her father's hand snaked out and grasped tightly onto her wrist. Surprised flared into her red rimmed eyes as she stared at her father. 'Don't close her eyes' he whispered, 'It's my first memory of her'. Muskaan stood in shock, 'but how did you know that I was going to '.' her words trailed away as her father flicked his hand and dismissed her. 'I want to be alone with your mother' he announced quietly, never allow his eyes to falter away from his beloveds. Still in a state of shock, Muskaan walked out of the room ' unable to comprehend anything.

'Of all things that I am glad of, is that our daughter has taken after you' he whispered, holding his wifes hands. Maan brushed the tendrils of her hair away from her face, 'If I didn't have our daughter with us, I wouldn't have had the strength to live and face another moment without you'. Constantly pressing kisses onto her knuckles, Maan felt his heart slowly shatter into pieces. 'I once told you that I would prove that my love was much more greater than you had initially thought' he murmured, the tears now willingly slipping endlessly down his tortured face. 'I'm here aren't I' he confessed, 'isn't that proof enough?' His shoulders began to shake as the urge to wail his pain to the world become overbearing. 'Geet come back to me' he cried, shaking her shoulders in hope to revive her. There was no response, her eyes continued to remain open, haunting him to the depth of his core.

'Please come back Geet' he begged, 'I have yet to convince you that I still find you beautiful. I have yet to remind you that nothing, no one and no circumstance could possibly ever change my feelings for you.' Surrendering to the intense anguish of losing her for eternity, Maan lay beside her in the bed that they had shared together for more than half their lifetime, and commenced to cry in her lifeless arms. 'Would a man that does not know true love ever pretend to be blind for more than 40 years of his life just so that his wife would not leave him?' he asked, and yet again received no reply. 'I had already known about the fire incident before I arrived' he confessed, 'our servant had written a letter to me, informing me of your intentions to leave in fear that I would be disgusted by your appearance'. Maan shook his head at the ridiculous and impossible notion of him ever being repulsed by her. 'You foolish girl' he chided through the knife cutting pain, caressing her cheeks and bending down to kiss the scars, 'Did you think that your appearance changes anything?'.

'All these years I pretended to be blind so that you could be comfortable. I pretended I saw nothing when in truth I saw everything. Your scars, your self consciousness, your self hatred ' I saw it all. Did I love you any less? So many times I yearned to tell you that I did not see scars when I saw you, I wanted to kneel down onto the ground and beg you to believe me when I truly confessed that I loved you, you and only you ' not your face, not your beauty, but simply you'.

Wrapping his arms around her body for the last time, Maan cradled her head on his shoulder and brushed his fingers through her beautiful hair. 'If only you knew Geet' he whispered, harsh sobs racking into his body. 'If only you knew'.

Alas
The touch of love has moved me
In a way that I thought
I would never know
For I am whole
When we are together
And torn when we are part
A greater love I shall never
Hope to find
Beneath the stars tonight
Till we meet again my love
Where the footprints leave no marks
I will love you always and forever
Within the seed
Of beating my heart

The rising sun,
will always speak your name.
It wont be long, we'll meet again,
your memory is never passing.
It wont be long, we'll meet again.
My love for you is everlasting.
I mourn for those,
Who never knew you.
It wont be long, we'll meet again...

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Regards

Sammy

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Originally posted by: leverne

O my god..what have u done sammy...i am crying my eyes out at this story...it was beautiful and pure love...thanks for giving me this perfect picture of selfless love...

That was just wow...in tears already I swear 😭😭😭

Originally posted by: zahra15

this was so sad...yet awesome...i kinda guessed it that maan might be pretended when he told her that he would one day show his love...but then...i literally cried by the end...y cant some1 love me like this as well...this os clearly depicted the true love that one can have for someone...i just loved it...thnxxx alot for the pm...