Images of her in pink dancing, walking in coyly, accidently falling on him, her dancing image, her care worn face as she tended him and them riding back together kept flashing in his minds eye. His fever hadn't fully left him so when she insisted he be dropped first He agreed
Her kada last night and Kakas this morning had made him better. He tossed in bed as pleasant thoughts made way for worry about her.
Was she okay? Will her crazy family let go of an opportunity to roast her live? Will the woman whom she venerated that had no two thoughts in name calling in public welcome her with open arms? Will the vile Satan incarnate not wag his tongue and point fingers?
Will the shrew that forgot her act and badmouthed them at his work place not dance with glee?
She in pink delicate as a flower not wilt at their words?
Being unable to stand it any longer he dialled The now familiar number and heard the Achutham Keshavam.... But there was no response. He was at his alert best and called the kiddobuddy now.
What he heard broke his heart and he had to rush. His Anu was in pain and it was his making. He had to be beside her and share her pain.
He rushed in the direction he gathered she went. Parked h i s car and ran looking for her... He stopped when he sighted her seated sullenly. He soaked the face he had learnt to read so well.
She was in pain yet was gaining her composure, unburdening her pain would be his role he chose. The tears had dried up but the vacant gaze spoke her pain. I will not let the harsh words sink in and stay he vowed.
Every step he took towards her strength ened his resolve to awaken her hope, rekindle her confidence and bring back the glow.
The journey now on was not hers alone... Anu here I come...
Kabhi Neem Neem Kabhi Shahad Shahad
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