He was Home

Another late one - MSK's come back and MaanEet Hug on Oct/19/2010.


The emptiness banished, a void filled. He stood with outstretched arms waiting to hold her close; to know that fulfillment he felt with her, that wholeness only she could bring. He felt as if he had always been standing there for her to come and occupy the place that was hers - with him, by his side and in his heart – to take away the desolation he had felt as she had walked away from right outside his hospital room and his outstretched hand had fallen back, without her there to hold on to it.

Even in his semi-consciousness, her name had been sort of a mantra that kept pulling him back to the edge of consciousness and would not let him slip away into the oblivion that loomed.

Seeing her outside his room talking to Nayantara had made him reach out to her, call out to her but she had walked away and that had given him the strength to get up and go look for her lest he lose her again this time.

It was when he had seen her walking away from his empty room that he had called out to her – finally able to make her hear him, able to stop her leaving him. She had turned around slowly on hearing him, almost as if in disbelief and her face had gradually broken into a radiant smile - like a blooming flower unfurling its petals with slow grace.

He had relaxed for the first time in days since she had gone missing and his arms had lifted with the weightlessness of relief – to welcome her back to him. She had not just walked, but run to him; letting him know that she was just as impatient as him to be together with him as he was to be with her. It was when she was in his arms that he had known peace; a calm in the knowledge that she was with him where she belonged and he knew then, that he was home.