ONE HALF OF A WHOLE

I remember my dad telling me this story over and over again in my head..

"Rikita, your mother loved you.. it's just that she didn't feel at home here"

" why .. she had me and you isn't that all that matters?" I blinked to hold back the tears

You see my mother left me when i was just a baby and taken my older brother with her they thought they could make it work but my mother was too adventurous, too wild at heart my father would say. He said it didn't work out and that she never loved him.. that she had only stayed with him because her parents so badly wanted them to and then me and my brother Raj came along and she felt like divorce was the only option. I would shout and scream and tell him that it wasn't fair and he would bring me close and say " i know Rikita i know" but he didn't know.

Each year on my birthday i was reminded of her and my brother and felt angry that they had left my dad behind.. left me behind. Now it''s my fourteenth birthday in India, Mumbai wearing my suit tha tmy dad had jsut bought me.

Then as i was doing my hair my dad showed at the door , his expression had completly changed from excited and proud to somehow scared and vulnerable and at the door stood a very beautiful woman in her early 40's she was wearing a sparkly black and red sari , her hair was long up to her waist and light brown , she tyed it in a long plait but strands of haur came out somehow that didn't stop her looking as glamourous as those women in Bollywood . Her eyes were a startling hazel-green and had a sparkle to it as if she was happy to see me.. i know longer believed she wanted me.

Her smile was as wide as a feline cat, and she had gold bangles which complemented her look to perfection.

" Riketa there is someone at the door the meet you" somehow his voice was dry.

He didn't have to tell me who she was, i already knew..

She was my mother....

TO BE CONTINUED ..

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" It has been such a long time since i saw you and look how much you have grown " Her feline smile returned and her eyes seemed to glare at me as if studying me for the first time.

I glared back , and saw the same eyes staring back at me ,the same curve of the nose.

I was speechless and opened my mouth to say just how much i missed her all these years and tears suddenly filled my eyes and slid down my cheeks before i could stop them and I ran up to her and hugged her.

Dad just stood there in the doorway, his face expessionless and i could see the veins in his forehead, he tensed even more when she turned to smile at him.
"Vekika what are you doing here?" he spoke every word slowly as if he did not trust himself to speak too quickly he said the word 'here' with as much hatred as he could whilst being polite.

She noticed it and her eyes seemed to gleam as if she was laughing on the inside. " I came to see Rikita on her special day"
" So you decide now to come how about the last fourteen years" he was shouting by this time.

But my mother seemed Oblivious to this but i jumped- he had never raised his voice like this- and seemed calm , we waited for a long time and then there was a knock at the door.

This time we all jumped, we had all fogotten the party.
Dad hurried to the door, glad to get out of the room .
It was my best friend Aneka.
My father came up to the door, a pasted smile on his face and gently said to her " sorry but the party is over can you please inform everyone that the party is over and thank you" . He closed the door before she could answer.

Ny mother just stood there half amused, half irratated and seemed to think that it was her time to go.

" I have to go, but i promise i will be back" she smiled and then left.

Only me and my dad stood in the doorway. We were both quiet not quite believing what had just happened...

My heart was split in two even as i got off the plane i felt my heart beating faster, but mother seemed to have the expression of amusement on her face again, like it was permettley drawn on her face.

" Are you ok Riketa, you seemed poorly on the plane"
" yh I'm fine just have a stomach ache"

more like heart ache i thought
There was someone waiting for us i could see a banner saying " WELCOME RIKETA" in red .
I smiled , the person holding it was my brother.
He was cool and looked more like my mother than my father, his hair unlike mine though was light brown almost caramel coloured and his eyes seemed lighter than my mothers and were more green rather than hazel which seemed starling, he was well- built- as if he went to gym or did wrestling-. He seemed fashion conscious with his designer T-shirt which said 'calvin Klien' on- he had a smirk on his face just like normal older brothers do when they tease you or they think you are being stupid.

He was heading this way and seemed to have noticed us within seconds.
" Hey sis wot's up?" he said it so casually as if we had known each other for years
rather than a few seconds.
" H-HEY" I said stuttering, i could feel the tears well up in ym eyes.
I rememebr when father used to tell me stories of how protective he was over me and he wouldn't let anyone to touch or hurt me and if they did, lets just say they would end up with brusies and a mental scar for life.
Father used to tell me how would follow him everywhere, doing everyhting he did, saying everything he said, i seemed to look up to me and hated it when he was upset with me.
But now it was if we were strangers and I felt like saying " I DIDN'T BELIEVE I WOULD SEE YOU AGAIN! I'VB MISSED YOU SOOO MUCH" but could only manage a shy "hi" which he retorted with a wide grin.

" Come on let's go my dears Riketa has a lot of catching up to do" She said while speeding up.
" Yh she sure does, maybe one time we could show you London, maybe big ben?" His accent was very strong.
" Yes that would be good" I said quite shyly.
" And today i could show you my guitar"
I forgot about being shy.
" YOU PLAY THE GUITAR!" I said amazed, i loved listenign to rockstars on the radio and their amazing guitar solos.
He smiled lazily
" yh, i have a band"
" wow" was all that came out of my mouth
He seemed to like the attention .
We were now heading into a taxi
When we reached the house it was semi-detached and large, very beautiful with a wonderful enlgish garden.
" Welcome home" they chorused
"home" I had to get used to that.
TO BE CONTINUED

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indeed a great story...I feel like crying to feel the torments Riketa had to bear..

awesome...story....im speechless...what will happen to her dad now????

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