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From his private balcony, Sahir watched the waves gently lapping into the soft sand. The gentle breeze caressed his stern, handsome face.
He had always loved water - so much so, that he had had a small, shallow swimming pool installed in his spacious bedroom back home. This beach house, in a secluded, expensive enclave in Goa, was his personal, private sanctuary, an escape from the relentless stresses at work and the noisy, colorful chaos that was Mumbai.
His mother had quietly offered to accompany him, but Sahir had politely refused. As much as he loved and respected Alvira, he needed to be alone.
"Are you sure, beta?" Alvira had asked, cupping her son's face.
"Ji, Ammi. It's only for a few days. I'll be fine," Sahir replied, forcing a smile that could not fool his wise and observant mother.
Alvira looked into Sahir's beautiful brown eyes; it broke her heart to see the fathomless depths of sadness that they carried. She remembered the happy, adorable baby he once once and a tear slipped from her eye, unbidden and unexpected. Sahir wiped it away, kissed her on the forehead and went back to his room without looking back at his mother.
Seher Hone Ko Hai
