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Dharam searched high and low for Meera. He walked the streets and bazaars desperately seeking her. How could he be so stupid to let her go...he should have known she would never go home. My god where was she? Was she ok? How was she surviving? Dharam was frantic with worry but deep inside him he knew his thiki mirchi was a survivor, she was resourceful and she was strong. He just knew she was out there somewhere but where? Had she left town? What the hell was he supposed to do?
Head spinning Dharam sat down at a Darba. Slowly sipping on a cool cola through a straw he leant back in his chair and closed his eyes, Meera filled his mind, he remembered their first dance, how she had pinched his cheek, how something long dead inside him was awakened. He knew that was the moment he started to love her...he forced himself out of his day dream and leaving money on the table, continued roaming the streets aimlessly, showing strangers the photo of Meera he kept in his wallet. No one had seen her. His feet ached. The searing sun beat down upon him, beads of sweat were glistening on his face. Still he did not stop walking. Day turned into night. Dharam was exhausted and with no leads Dharam headed home. The drive home although not far was torturous.. Dharams mind drifted to Meera again. He remembered the time she had driven this car so effortlessly once. How she had taught him women were just as capable as men. If he and Meera ever had a daughter...he stopped himself right there..what stupid thoughts he was having. Dharam didn't even realise when he had reached home. He didn't remember any of the journey home as he was so lost in his thoughts. Gaura was waiting for him. "Where have you been"? She asked him. I have called you so many times. Dharam checked his phone. There were over 15 missed calls. "Sorry ma" he replied. He then explained why he was late. Gaura was shocked. She like her son had grown very fond of Meera. She had started to love her as her own daughter. All the past deeds were forgiven and forgotten and in Meera Gaura had found a loving needy daughter. A daughter she had never had. She learnt Meera had never really known a mother and wanted to give her that type of pure love she had given her own son. She was devastated when Meera had left to return to the Modis. He house felt empty without her giggles and childish nature. She looked at her son and saw a broken man. Her son she had always felt was invincible, the son who still acted like a big child, who never took anything seriously, who had a quick temper and lashed out. Gaura recognised that now at the age of 36 her son had finally become a man. Her heart broke for him for she felt his pain as only a mother could. However she tried to stay practical for his sake.
"Durga Devi" Gaura shouted, "bring my son son food". Durga came scurrying out of the kitchen, her head bowed and shakingly placed a plate of food before Dharam. Dharam did not acknowledge her but started to eat. The food tasted bland, he felt sick with worry for Meera. What if he never saw her again?
Durga returned with a glass of water for Dharam. This time he looked at her with contempt. He pushed his plate away stood up suddenly and stormed off to his room. Durga had already ruined his life once before he fumed in his room. Now he finally had a chance at happiness that had been taken from him too. Dharam felt a lump rise in his throat. He tried to choke back his tears. Dharam Suryavanshi doesn't cry he tried to convince himself.a tear ran down his cheek. Real men don't cry he repeated over and over but it was too late. The floodgates opened. Dharam sat on the edge of his bed overwhelmed with grief. He cried for Meera. He cried for the life he had wasted forcibly married to his brothers widow. He was no more than a child himself when he had to marry his pregnant sister in law. He cried for Shravan, the man he had raised as his own son who now detested him. Dharam hated himself for the way he treated Durga but he had never loved her, there had never been any relationship between them. Yet she remained good and pure. He felt anger towards her for this. Why didn't she give him a reason to hate her so much? She just bore his rages bravely. She didn't deserve any of this either. Both of them were trapped in a loveless marrage. Meera had brought hope and a true friendship into his life. Now she was gone too. He had lost everything
Head spinning Dharam sat down at a Darba. Slowly sipping on a cool cola through a straw he leant back in his chair and closed his eyes, Meera filled his mind, he remembered their first dance, how she had pinched his cheek, how something long dead inside him was awakened. He knew that was the moment he started to love her...he forced himself out of his day dream and leaving money on the table, continued roaming the streets aimlessly, showing strangers the photo of Meera he kept in his wallet. No one had seen her. His feet ached. The searing sun beat down upon him, beads of sweat were glistening on his face. Still he did not stop walking. Day turned into night. Dharam was exhausted and with no leads Dharam headed home. The drive home although not far was torturous.. Dharams mind drifted to Meera again. He remembered the time she had driven this car so effortlessly once. How she had taught him women were just as capable as men. If he and Meera ever had a daughter...he stopped himself right there..what stupid thoughts he was having. Dharam didn't even realise when he had reached home. He didn't remember any of the journey home as he was so lost in his thoughts. Gaura was waiting for him. "Where have you been"? She asked him. I have called you so many times. Dharam checked his phone. There were over 15 missed calls. "Sorry ma" he replied. He then explained why he was late. Gaura was shocked. She like her son had grown very fond of Meera. She had started to love her as her own daughter. All the past deeds were forgiven and forgotten and in Meera Gaura had found a loving needy daughter. A daughter she had never had. She learnt Meera had never really known a mother and wanted to give her that type of pure love she had given her own son. She was devastated when Meera had left to return to the Modis. He house felt empty without her giggles and childish nature. She looked at her son and saw a broken man. Her son she had always felt was invincible, the son who still acted like a big child, who never took anything seriously, who had a quick temper and lashed out. Gaura recognised that now at the age of 36 her son had finally become a man. Her heart broke for him for she felt his pain as only a mother could. However she tried to stay practical for his sake.
"Durga Devi" Gaura shouted, "bring my son son food". Durga came scurrying out of the kitchen, her head bowed and shakingly placed a plate of food before Dharam. Dharam did not acknowledge her but started to eat. The food tasted bland, he felt sick with worry for Meera. What if he never saw her again?
Durga returned with a glass of water for Dharam. This time he looked at her with contempt. He pushed his plate away stood up suddenly and stormed off to his room. Durga had already ruined his life once before he fumed in his room. Now he finally had a chance at happiness that had been taken from him too. Dharam felt a lump rise in his throat. He tried to choke back his tears. Dharam Suryavanshi doesn't cry he tried to convince himself.a tear ran down his cheek. Real men don't cry he repeated over and over but it was too late. The floodgates opened. Dharam sat on the edge of his bed overwhelmed with grief. He cried for Meera. He cried for the life he had wasted forcibly married to his brothers widow. He was no more than a child himself when he had to marry his pregnant sister in law. He cried for Shravan, the man he had raised as his own son who now detested him. Dharam hated himself for the way he treated Durga but he had never loved her, there had never been any relationship between them. Yet she remained good and pure. He felt anger towards her for this. Why didn't she give him a reason to hate her so much? She just bore his rages bravely. She didn't deserve any of this either. Both of them were trapped in a loveless marrage. Meera had brought hope and a true friendship into his life. Now she was gone too. He had lost everything
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