Arakshi SS - The World Through Your Eyes - UPDATED Pg 33 - *Complete*

Chapter 1 - The Window

Sakshi

I have never seen him. I only know his voice. I would know it anywhere. It is the voice that defines me, that makes me who I am. It is the voice that I wait for every day, patiently, by my window. He is my window to the world, because for me, the world has only one colour - darkness. I do not know what colour is. I do not know what red, blue or green means. But I do know, that when he is with me, I can feel the colours. I am blind and yet, I can see the world. Through him. I see the world through his eyes.

He tells me, beauty isn't to be seen, it is only to be felt. And I can feel it when he is around. I can hear the thunder rumbling outside my window. It is going to rain.

I reach out for my clock and try to feel its hands. It is nearly 10 o' clock in the night. He is late today. I smile as the first raindrop touches my palm. I try to hold on to the little drop, trying to feel its coolness on my skin as more drops begin to fall, coming down at a quicker and faster pace now.

I can hear its sound now, hitting against the open glass pane of my window. He is going to get wet tonight. The thunder rumbles again and I sigh. I love the rain. I love to hear its pattering against my window pane. I love to feel the raindrops against my palm, making it wet and cool. I wonder every time it rains, what must it look like?

He tells me it has no colour, but it makes everything else more blurry and vague. I find my way across the room and switch on my radio. As old hindi songs start playing on it, I settle down on my bed and lean against my pillow. The soft music merges with the harsh and heavy rain pattering against my window. Sounds. And then the sound comes that I have been waiting for.

The sound of the doorbell. He is here, you see.

He never misses a visit. He never gives up on me. Even though he knows I might never be able to see again. For me, the world will remain a mystery.

But, he keeps the hope alive. He believes that one day I shall be able to see. One day, I shall be able to see what he looks like. ACP Arjun Suryakant Rawte. My friend, my eyes to the world.

I open the door and feel his arms wrapping around me, making me wet instantly.

I was right, he did get wet.

"You are late." I say.

"I know, Sakshi."

He is upset. I can feel it. I felt it when he hugged me out of the blue. I could feel his tensed breathing against my neck. I run my fingers over his wet face, trying to make out his expression. His eyes close upon my touch and I feel his body relax.

I feel his smile under my fingers when they slide over his lips. He is now smiling.

He takes my hand and rubs my knuckles, like he always does when he is upset.

"What happened?" I ask.

"Just..." he tenses, his fingers frozen on mine.

"What...?"

"People are so ruthless. How can someone murder his own wife?"

He is seething with anger, his grip tightening on my fingers.

I don't say anything. I keep a firm grip on his fingers as he blurts out the case he had solved today for ETF. After a while I can feel his anger mellowing down, his grip loosening on my fingers.

"Come." I try to pull him towards the kitchen.

"Where?"

"You need a cutting chai!" I say with a smile. I know his mouth has curved up at the thought of his favourite drink. He casually puts his arm around me and says, "Thanks. You always know what I want."

I smile as we make our way towards the kitchen.

The rain is falling down harder outside, drowning out the noise of the city. I am trying to locate the sugar on the shelf when his hand brushes against mine and puts the sugar jar firmly into my hands.

"You always know what I want too."

"It is easy, silly. You are only making tea."

"No, I mean otherwise."

I know he is smiling again, because he stops talking and I hear him settle down on the little window ledge in my kitchen.

I hand him his cutting chai and settle down beside him, holding my cup of coffee.

He leans against me as he sips his tea and sighs.

"So tell me," I say, "What do you see?"

"The dark sky, as red as ever," he holds my hand and the warmth that his fingers had absorbed from the tea cup spreads through my skin. I can feel the glow of the sky through his fingers as he continues, "People are running through the rain. Lots of splashing, muddy, murky waters. Oh there goes that man's umbrella. And he is drenched in just a few seconds without it." He laughs, and I laugh along with him.

"A lady just got drenched from the water splashed by a speeding car! And her dress was probably a new one too. She looks mad!"

I laugh even more, feeling the day's loneliness washing away with the rain. I feel happy and content as I lean on to him. We talk until the rain stops and my eyes start getting heavier.

I feel him holding me as I drift off to sleep in his arms, on the window.

The last thing I remember before sleep takes me over, is his gentle kiss on my forehead as he tucks me into bed. I know he doesn't leave. He never does.

He hasn't ever told me. But I know it in my heart, he loves me.

He loves me the way I am. And I know, he will never abandon me.

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