MY NEW TORTURE updated part 2 pg 4

Love doesn't change, people change

IT IS 2S

May 2, 2013:

Even a single teardrop on the hospital aisle is a symbol of truest praying and feeling of a true heart. The only place where politics and religion haven't sowed their seeds is the hospital grounds but however the people working here are corrupted.

Its been more than an hour, i'm waiting outside Dr.Vijay's room to get my mother's report. I made up my mind that the report will be normal. I'm not a girly type to cry and create sympathy all around, being an optimist is the best thing about myself.

My phone received a text from RK saying
"Hello idiot, waiting for ur text".

I ignored his message, hurting him is not new to me since the day we met. We were friends till grade 5 but due to his dad's transfer his family shifted to Bombay. After 7 years i met him in a cultural fest, in fact i started loving him from the first day i met him but till now i haven't expressed it to him. He saw me at a dance event, my hands were already up to wave him a hi, but he didn't react. My lips got bend like a rainbow, he couldn't recognize me. Announcement were made that the light music is going to start within an hour. Football ground was packed with tons of girls shouting to start the competition. I could see girls screaming, dancing and singing songs along with the competitors but i couldn't do anything because RK was still disturbing me.

"And the last competitor of this competition is rk" the compere shouted.

My heart which was already filled by his face, is now going to be filled by his voice. He looked stunning and the girls started shouting.

"I love You, rishabh" His face was an electromagnet which attracted more than thousand eyes. Beyond this attraction i felt sad that he couldn't recognize me.

"Lovely Evening girls", he shouted.

His fingers started firing the strings of the guitar. The loudness if calculated will be more than 150 decibel which is more than a jet take off but the important fact is that our breathing is just 10 decibel.

"This song is dedicated to my long time friend who loves to blow soap bubbles" his words reached my heart not my ears, it was me for whom he dedicated the song. I felt so happy that he recognized me. He is really an heart throb. After the fest, i was waiting to meet him but he was already surrounded by girls. With disappointment invading me again i went to the bus stop.

"Hi madhu, how about a coffee with me?" Its him again, i'm totally paralyzed. My heart was just swaying.
He asked me to get on the bike.
Like some fairy tale happening in front of me, i just kept smiling and nodded for all the questions he asked.
It started to rain he told me to wait in the coffee shop. I was wondering where he left and was smiling like an idiot thinking about him. A soap bubble came in front of my eyes in which i could see rk's reflection. When i turned it was like oh! my god.

He has filled the coffee shop with soap bubbles.

Suddelny a bold voice interrupted my visualizations, madhu , doctor is calling you"

The workers in hospitals are always rude, they don't even show patience with patients. Staring at her i opened the door.

"Excuse me doctor"

"Hello madhu, come in" doctor was looking normal. I got releaved by his expressions.

"Just relax yourself and try to accept the truth" doctor said with a sad face. Reaction of doctors are same at all stages.
Humans without feelings can be named as doctors.

"What happend doctor?" my voice started shivering.

"Your mother attained last stage of cancer, operation didn't help us. Her body is fully invaded by cancer" His words were more pointed so that it would tear my heart into two pieces. Tears started flooding my face.

"And... She will live only for 30 days" he said with his voice cracking. My life became a question mark, when my mother's lifetime narrowed down to two digit number. Doctor's words started echoing around me.

"Keep her happy, fulfill her dreams" he said in a formal note. Tears is the only companion when someone is feeling lonely. I grabbed all those reports and started running. My brain started sending signals to go somewhere, to die the next second. Pain caused by suicide is lesser than seeing my mother die before me. She is my role model, the strongest women i have ever seen. I reached my house, she was lying in her bed seeing my childhood photos with moist eyes.

"What did the report say dear?" She asked in her bold voice.

"You are alright ma. Just a couple of tablets a day and you will be good" I couldn't control my tears,i ran into my room. I don't wanna share this with my friends and create a sympathetic scene. I know that the love they show at this time is not true, which is one of the lessons my mother taught me. My dad left us when i was 6 years old. A lady who is not behind a man's shadow with a child in her hands will be addressed in a rude manner. Many hands helped us but none of their hearts were clean. My phone kept beeping but i was not in a state to search letters to type and express my feelings to rk. I don't wanna share my feelings even to rk because i don't want him to marry me seeing my situation. My eyes will surely see him in another angle as it does to other males. And i cant even tell my mom that i am in love, she doesn't believe in love marriage because she doesnt want me to become like her.

The only thing that makes me normal by bearing my tears is my pillow.

"Get up dear its already late, go get some fresh air" My mom shouted which made me feel normal. As i wiped my eyes like a baby i could see the reports in front of me waiting to stab my heart. I couldnt see those even for a minute i rushed to refresh myself.

"Ma i am going out to temple, do you need anything i will get you on the way"
"No dear just pray well"
I took my phone and was shocked to see i had 53 missed calls and 61 texts from rk. I called him again.

"What?" I could feel his anger by his accent.

"I'm really sorry, i was busy yesterday" I replied him in a soft voice.

"Oh fine!! then do your work, just leave me alone"

I could feel him banging his phone in his bed. I rushed to his house and stood out with a sad face. He came with his eyes painted with red.

He took his bike, his acceleration made a thick smoke in which i could merely disappear. We reached temple, i made up my mind to ask thousand questions to god but the only thing i could do is cry.

"Hey what happened madhu, I am sorry for behaving rude to you. My hands are always waiting to hold yours" Atleast there is one heart to make me feel better. I made a wish to god that RISHABH and my mom should be with me always.

Days kept running like a stream. My mom's health became even worse. She couldn't move and doctors advised her to be in bed. She couldn't even talk to me. Whenever she sees me, she cries a lot. I haven't seen her sleep at nights without crying.

My tear glands started to strave. I was not in a condition to talk to rishabh. The only thing i do is delete my inbox to make it wait for his messages. More than reading his messages i felt better whenever i see his name in my display.

PS - DATES ARE RENDOM