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***chapter 3***
They had been at the hospital for atleast 2 hours now but Prem was still in surgery. Every now and then a nurse or a doctor would rush out past them and Mr.Bajaj would approach them for word on how his son was but the doctor would just brush past him in a hurry all the while telling him that nothing could be said as yet.
Mukti had collapsed on a near by chair outside Prem's operation theatre and had stopped crying but now only sat in deep shock and silence. Mr.Bajaj had resolved to looking at his watch every two minutes and reasuring Mukti that nothing would happen to Prem.
Mr.Bajaj(thinking):ye Prerna kahan chali gay yih?
Prerna: Kya hoa Mr. Bajaj Prem ka kuch patah chalah?
Mr.Bajaj thought his his wife had never looked more heartbroken more terrified and more tired down. He led her to a chair next to Mukti, who was still really quiet and had'nt said a word after Prem ahd been taken in for his surgery.
Mr.Bajaj: Prerna abhi tak doctors kuch nehi keh reh hay. Lay kin tum kahan tih Prerna? Ma itna peray shaan ho gaya tah.
Prerna: Ma mandir gay tih Mr.Bajaj. Puch neh bagahwan se ke woh bar barh mera beta mujh se kyon cheenh teh hain.
Prerna broke down crying and sobbing while Mr.Bajaj held her consolingly. When she had finally regained herself she saw Mukti for the first time since she had returned.
She thought that Mukti looked like she should be the one in the hospital. Her face had gone white and despite the airconditioning she was streaming with sweat. Her hands were shaking even thought she seemed like she was trying to get them to stay still.
Prerna put an arm around Mukti and hugged her comfortingly only to be shocked by what she discovered. Prerna's face burnt where she had placed Mukti's forhead. She felt how hot she was and felt her excruciatingly hot skin as it brushed on Prerna's arm. Prerna rubbed her cheek, disbelievingly, which still hurt and burnt because she had come in contact with Mukti's hot skin.
Prerna: Mukti ye tujh hay kya hoa hai tera sar toe itna garam hua hai! Ore tujh itna paseen nah kyon iyah hai? Mukti teri tabiyat teehk toe hai tu ne baatiyah kyon nehi ke tu itni takleef may tih?
Prerna spoke these words in shocked concern for her daughters well being. Mukti on the other hand seemed indiferent to the pain. She did'nt feel it was there but only felt a numbness that had dawned on her after seeing Prem being taken away. Mukti felt it was'nt her pain to share and ache over.
Prerna: Mr. Bajaj hum may abhi isi waqt Mukti ko doctor ko dikhana ho gah.
Mr.Bajaj: haan Prerna chalo Mukti ko lay jatein hain.
Prerna and Mr.Bajaj stood up and each taking Mukti by the hand began to pull her out of her seat. Mukti on the other hand refused to move she sat rock still still looking at the doors through which Prem had been taken.
Prerna: chal Mukti tujh he abhi iss si waqt madat ki zaroorat hai.
Mr.Bajaj: chaalo Mukti beta utoh tum me doctor ke paas jana ho gah.
Still Mukti refused to budge and so Prerna and Mr.Bajaj were forced to drag her off her place on the chair.
Mukti: Nehi choti ma mujh Prem se mil na hai! chori ri yein mujh he choti ma mujh he Prem se milna hai!
Prerna: haan Mukti tu Prem se mil lay gi oos se kuch nehi hoi gah lakin pal le tu hamar re saat chaal.
Mukti: NEHI CHOTI MA MUJH PREM SE......
Mukti lost all her energy and could no longer speak. She tried to speak but she could'nt even muster the power to breath. Mukti stagered to keep her balance but dropped to the floor while Prerna franticly tried to help her.
Mr.Bajaj: DOCTOR! WE NEED A DOCTOR! SOMEBODY HELP!
Mukti tried to open her eyes but the lights were to bright and the dark was overshadowing her hazy vision; and then she was gone.
IN THE OPERATION THEATRE
Dr.Mehra: Nurse i give me the scalpal
Nurse: we have to do this with care if anything is done wrong the patient may go into cardio arrest.
Dr.Mehra tried to make the incission as fast as possible so as no to cause the patient any..................
Dr.Mehra: WE'RE LOSING TO MUCH BLOOD. WE HAVE TO FINISH THE SURGERY NOW BEFORE.........
Nurse: Doctor we're losing him! He does'nt have long before he...
Prem awoke to the singing of brids and chiming of melodies he had never heard before. He struggled to get up and regain conciousness. he rubbed his eyes and stretched his arms open. Looking around for the first time he saw his surroundings. The light was blinding him so he squinted, shading his eyes with his right hand trying to get a better look. He did'nt actually undestand what he saw and only got more confused as to his whereabouts.
Prem(thinking): Ye ma kahan a gayah hoon? ore Mother India kahan hai?
Everywhere he looked he saw a stretch of an endless garden that did'nt stop. he looked to the sky one hand still over his eyes. The sun was no where to be seen yet the sunshine was everywhere he looked. He searched the sky for the sun but could'nt find it anywhere. Guessing that he was standing in a place where the sun did not rise completly he shrughed this strange peculiarity off. Deep down inside he somehow knew that wherever here was there was no sun in this place.
His eyes getting use to the light he finally brought down his hand and this time found the rays of light enjoyable. Prem smiled to himself unknowingly for he thought that he had never experienced something more wonderful than the mysterious light as it met with his skin. The light in this place was different he thought it was'nt the same sunlight that shun on earth it was more brighter than any light he had seen before it was blinding yet he was still able to see it was shining more than any sunshine had shun earth yet he did'nt feel the warmth of the sun, he did'nt even feel hot but rather was enjoying this bright fusion of mysterious rays.
He inhaled happily still admiring the scenery. he was pleasantly surprised to realise that the air he had breathed was diferent aswell. It was more clear, more pure, more freash, more better, and most of all it, like the bright shine illuminating his face, was equally more enjoyable.
Finally able to comprehend with the odd feeling of feeiling lost Prem was ecouraged to explore this odd new place. He advanced ahead making his way deeper into the garden that radiated beauty only to realise that he was no longer wearing his shoes. He looked down more aware and saw that he was wearing white shoes that he was pretty sure did'nt belong to him and he had never seen anywhere before.
Prem once again took in the newness of this odd but beautiful place and this time included himself; for he to was different he was dressed in a attire of all white. Not blue and white not red and white but just white, plain old white. Except it was'nt white Prem thougth. This colour he was wearing seemed to have exceeded white it was to pure to clean to clear and too white to actually be the white he had the habit of seeing.
Prem: Kya ma ne pa le bhi ye he kap ray pan ne teh?
He shrughed this feeling of curiosity off and began to make his way deeper into the garden.
As Prem walked further down the path that devided the huge garden into two he was met by a sweet smell. He wondered if it was the smell of roses but knew all to well that this smell was something different from that of flowers. He looked at the millions of flowers that were surrounding him not one resembling the other but each looking like a different species.
Prem was tempted to pick the flowers for Mukti he wanted to see her face light up when he gave them to her.
Prem(thinking): Kya Basanti ko phool pasandh be hain?.....Ye ma kya sochh rah hoon? ore ye Basanti kone hai??
Prem felt like he knew someone with that name and experienced an attachment to her existence but could'nt remember who this "BASANTI" was.
He continued to wounder further into the garden hoping to find a sign as to where he was or someone that would help him get back home he felt like he had to go and meet someone and tell them something but he could'nt remember who and what. As he walked through the many array of flowers he was met by a soft and gusty breeze that instead of causing him to shiver made him warm and promised him the feeling of belonging.
The breeze tickled his neck and played with the tips of his ruffled hair as it swept through his clothes introducing him to the pleasant scent that was present around him. He found the breeze, like everything else he met with, enjoyable. It was a light breeze lamented with the aroma of something sweet and flourishing.
Prem(thinking): Ye jaga it ni alag kyon lag rehi hai mujh he?
He continued to walk not realising that the longer he stayed in this heavenly garden the more he wished he could stay there forever. He tried to remember what he was doing there or what he was searching for for he felt like he had been looking for something but could'nt remember what it was he had been searching for.
He stopped walking and scratching his head pondered at this odd feeling of feelind lost.
Prem(thinking): Ye mah kya kar raha hoon ore iss taran kya talash kar raha hoon?
He had finally decided to give up and go to sleep on a near by pile of mounting flower petals when a ball hit him in the head. excet it was'nt an ordinary ball it was a ball of different coloured clouds, colors he had never seen before in his life colours that fascinated his eyesight.
Prem: OI! KONE HAI BAI!
He turned around to see a boy smiling at him from among the many trees and flowers. Prem thought that he had never seen a child so happy had never seen a child smile with his heart in it like this boy did. The boy , Prem noticed, was like him, wearing all white.
Prem gestured for him to come closer and the boy approached him smiling a little shyly. Bending down on one knee so that he was at level with the boy he asked:
Prem: Tum hara naam kay hai?
Boy: "Prem"
Prem(thinking): Ye naam ma ne pa le kahan soon na hai?
Prem: tumharai mama papa kya hain yahan pai?
Little Prem: woe toe dhoor hain.
Prem: achah? oon ka naam kya hai?
Liitle Prem: oon ka naam hai Prerna ore Anurag Basu.
The boy giggled mischieveously while he said this.
Prem(thinking): Ye naam ma ne paal le keheen soon ne hain. Kya ma in loke kone ko'h jaan tah hoon?
Prem: achah toh phir jab apke mama papa "PAAS" a jayein gai mujh hai bata dein na ma oon se kuch pooch.......
The boy ran away taking his ball with him all the while laughing playfully.
Prem:AR RE! KAHAAN JA REHAY HO! TAH RO TO SAI! AIK MINT....
Prem began to run after the boy telling him to wait for him. He tried to see where he had gone and continued to run but tripped on a branch which was adorned with petals.
Prem got up but he was no longer in the garden instead the garden seemed to be moving further away from him. He tried to hold onto something that would keep him in this beautiful world but the ground beneath him was shrinking and the heavenly rays were being replaced by darkness. He tried to stay awake but fatigue was suddenly dawning on him as an unexplained ache resurfaced in his head and then he was unconcious once more.
PREM'S OPERATION THEATRE
Dr. Mehra: HE'S STABALIZING! WE GOT HIM! NURSE GIVE HIM THE OXYGEN HE'S RAGAINING LIFE! WE GOT HIM! HE'S GOING TO BE ALRIGHT. HE'S OKAY NOW.
Okay guys i know it's a little over dramatic but hey akhir hum be ekta se kam nehi đ tell me if you like it and if i should continue!
