THE LADY IN BLACK
"Kehte hain pyaar agar had se badjaye to who junoon ban jata hai.
Shaayad mere saath bhi aise hi hua aur shaayad nahi bhi.
Meine Mr.Walia se bohot pyaar kiya,itna pyaar ki who kab junoon ban gaya mujhe pata hi nahi chala.maine unke liye apna sab kuch chod diya,yahaan tak ki apni di ke khilaaf hogayi,iss duniya ki,iss samaj ki parva nahi ki.par…par mujhe badle mein kya mila sirf nafrat.
Maine Mr.Walia aur di ko alag karne ki saari koshish ki par shaayad unka pyaar itna sacha that ki mere lakh koshishon ke bad bhi who dond aaj saath hai aur bohot khush hain.shaayad unka pyaar mere nafrat se bohot uncha hai.
Aaj main zindagi ke uss dohrahe pe khadi hun jahaan mera apna koi nahin hai.na meri di jinhe maine dhoka diya,na Mr.Walia jinse maine pyaar kiya,na rano,yahaan tak ki mera beta bhi mere saath nahin rehna chahta.
Aaj mujhe ehsaas hua hai ki main kitni galat thi.kisi ko haasil karne ka naam pyaar nahin.pyaar to sirf dene ka naam hain.sache pyaar mein sirf dosron ki khushi dekhi jaati hain aur kuch nahin.
Shaayad Mr.Walia ke liye jo mein mehsoos karti hoon who pyaar nahi,who sirf ek chahat thi,jiski koi seema nahi thi.sirf unko paana hi mera maksat tha.
Aaj na mein ek achi beti ban paayi,na ek achi behen,na ek achi patni,na ek achi maa,aur na ek achi insaan.
Is samundar ki lehron ne mere naam ko mitadiya hain.is reth mein meri pehchaan kahin khogayi hain.
Agar aaj main theek hoon to sirf di ki wjahse.maine unke saath itna bura kiya lekin phir bhi unhone mujhe maaf kar diya,mera ilaaj karvaya.main jaanti hun ki who veer ko apne bete jaisa hi palengi.aur mein bhagwaan se yehi prarthana karti hoon ki veer bhi bada hoke di jaisa bane.
Bas bhagwaan se yehi prarthana hain ki who mere di jaise logon ko banate rahen jo dursron ki galtiyon ko maaf karne ki himmat rakhte hain.
Yehi dua hai ki meri di ko duniya bhar ki kushiyan mile.
PIA."
Rolling the piece of paper THE LADY IN BLACK put the scroll in a glass bottle and corked it and threw it in the deep ocean as if freeing herself from the burden which she was bearing for years.
The solitary glass bottle traveled to a forlorn land with the ocean waves where probably someone found it and read the scroll and felt something undefined.[I seriously cannot define the feeling,it can be empathy, sympathy, pit, sadness or even nothing].
THE LADY IN BLACK setout on a journey unknown,walking on an alien path all alone,promising herself to make this place a better to live in.
END……
P.S.:I know it was very very different.after writing a lovey-dovey story I wanted to write something unconventional.we all write about jai and bani and their love.but I wanted to write something from pia's point of view.i find her character really interesting.
I deliberately named it THE LADY IN BLACK because black signifies something DARK, PASSIONATE, STRONG and HARD-HITTING.
I feel there are people like pia who are pretty much obsessed about their love[love can be for their wife,girlfriend,place,thing etc].and they do have a concrete reason to behave in a certain manner.
Such people are so consumed by their thoughts which they feel are right that they turn a blind eye to everything else.
EXAMPLE:
Mirabai was so consumed by her love and devotion to lord Krishna that everything seem too futile to her,even her husband.
Here I am not comparing the great mirabai to pia but I am just stating an example to put forth my point quite equivocally.
Hitler believed in narzism so much that he went to the extent of killing the innocent jews.and he termed this barbaric act as"disinfecting the society from the undesirables".for him this was right as he was making a society of pure Germans.
When such people realize what they are doing it's too late. and sometimes they don't even realize.
Well I tried to redeem pia a bit.
I guess I can go on like this. and I can sense that you people are yawning as I am doing the same. and before you all doze off I would like to THANK YOU ALL FOR READING THE STORY.
Please do comment.
God bless.
Dhani.
