Prologue
" Kaha gaye thi? Aaj aap late ho! "
"Sorry late hogai".
" Kya sorry, ha? U don't even carry a cell phone. Agar koi zoori bath karni hai to aapko yaha milne tak intazar karna hoga".
"bath kay hai? Tum tension mai lagriho? "
" mujhe lagatha hai ke meri ghar mai pappa mama ko humari bhare mai kuch patha chalgaya hai."
" Kya?? Y do you think so?"
"That's because they have selected a boy for me! I don't think we must wait more, we will confide our love matter in our respective home's."
" That's not possible! Mujhe abhi kaam doondna hai, aur meri pehli salary mai maa ko dena hai, uske sath goomna hai, shopping karna hai. Ye sub hone tak hum ghar mai nahi batha sakthe. Please tum he ghar mai kuch kehke bath ko sambal lo."
"Are you out of ur mind? This is not the matter to joke, have some seriousness. Aglae hafthe ladke vale mujhe dekhne arahi hai, aur to aur papa kaha ke vo dust danav I mean vo ladka sirf meri thasvir dekh kar HA be kar liya hai."
"Try to understand me. I can't back out of my dreams, I have to fulfill them. I can't go out of my way."
"Ek aurat hokar, I'm ready to take the initiative, what's wrong with u? Oh! To mujhe hath deneki planing kar rahi ho??"
"To tum meri bare mai aisa soch rahi ho? Tume jo soch na hai sochlo. Magar yadh rakna Tum meri ho."
He leaves getting annoyed by her, not thinking from her POV.
"Kya mei kuch zyada bolgaya? But what to do even I'm not at fault. I still feel like he will leave me." "Ab kya karu? "
She remembers him showing his house from far and telling to introduce her to his mother when it's the right time. She decides to visit his house the following day...
The next day...
She rings the doorbell, checks herself and waits for the door to be opened.
An elderly lady in her late fiffties opens the door.
"Ji? Kuch chaye kay beta?".
"Ji auntyji, payas lagithe! Ek glass pani..."
The lady politely "Andar avo, mei latha hoon."
"Ji, thank you." The lady opens the door wide and leaves to the kitchen.
She looks around the hall, every wall has a photo of HIM from when he was small, HIM with trophies and along with his mother(the lady).
There was one big portrait of his which was painted. She looks at the photo and starts talking to it...
" Hmm, what shall I introduce myself as, to ur mother? As Dr. Geet Handa or as ur would be daughter-in-law?"
HIS mother comes back with a glass of water while she was talking and asks with whom was she talking and handes over the glass of water to her.
Geet fumbles and says "Kuch nahi aunty, bas inn photos ko dekh raha tha. Aachi photos hai!!" and takes the glass and takes a sip.
"Meri beta ka hai ye photos". Geet smiles and mumbles "yes, I know him. Such a short tempered person he is".
"Saade ek sal hogai(1 and a half years)!" Geet turns her attention back to His mother who was talking while looking at HIS portrait. Geet was confused for she sensed the atmosphere turned heavy suddenly.
"Unke mare huve"
(1 and a half years have passed after his death).
The glass in Geet's hand falls on the floor and breaks into pieces.
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