hi people...um, this is just a small story i wrote..i like writing so i would appreciate it if you could leave ur comments here! feel free to say anything. if u hate it, its ok.. If you like it, thanks!!!! after all, stories are written for those who read it. Thanks! (oh..PS,as a beginner, i noe it might be a little bit Amateurish so dont be tooo critical!)
"Avni?" my mother's voice called from across the long hallway. I looked up from my teddy bear. My mother was beckoning me to come to her. I placed my teddy on the bench beside me and ran towards her, my eight year old arms outstretched. She lifted me into her arms and hugged me tightly. I looked into her tired face. She smiled weakly at me before planting two kisses on my cheeks. I had not seen her for days. My parents were going to have a divorce. While their divorce was being finalised, the fight for my custody was also on. Thus, I was not allowed to stay with my parents, either of them. I was put in a home while the judge made his decision.
What hurt me the most besides the fact that I couldn't see both of my parents for days was that no one had even bothered to find out what I wanted. My parents did not ask me how I felt if they divorced. And neither did they ask me who I wanted to stay with. Why the whole world was making decisions about my life but not giving me a chance to choose, I did not know. But I couldn't do anything. For the first few days, I cried for my parents. Soon, I realised that crying would not make them let me meet my parents. When they did come to meet me, however, I understood that I couldn't cry in front of them either. This made them very upset. It was bad enough that I couldn't see them more than once a week, I did not want to ruin my time with them by upsetting them. In the end, I saved all the tears for the night, crying myself to sleep almost every day.
My mother set me down and kneeled in front of me. "Okay. No more tears, right?" she said, wiping her eyes and struggling to smile. I nodded, biting the insides of my cheeks to stop the tears from pouring out.
"Listen, Anvi. I want you to know that no matter what happens, mummy will always be with you. That mummy will always love you, no matter what. You understand?" her voice was trembling. I nodded silently, afraid that if I spoke a single word, the torrent of tears would follow. I waited for her to continue. She reached out to hold my hand and turned it so my palms were facing down. She inhaled deeply. I could tell she was trying really hard not to cry. She unclasped the bracelet around her wrist and held it out between us.
"Your grandmother gave me this before she died. And now, I want you to have it." She said, reaching out to tie it around my wrist. As soon as she was done, I threw myself at her, locking my wrists behind her and resting my head on her chest. Her arms wrapped around me, gently rubbing my back. Suddenly, I heard the speakers above our heads call out my mother's name. She let go of me and gave me another kiss. "I love you." She whispered as she got up to go.
"Mummy?" I called, unable to maintain the silence further. She stopped. "I love you too."
That was the last time I saw her. After that, when she went to the courtroom to hear the final decision, it was announced that after the divorce, my custody would be given to my father, for having a more stable income and a proper house. Upon hearing this, my mother left. She did not even come to say goodbye. She left and the news of her death arrived a week later. She had committed suicide in the grief of losing her daughter. It was at that moment that I truly understood what her words had meant, her implication. I had looked at my bracelet again and realised that she had given a part of her to me, so that we would never be apart, no matter what the court decided. My father was upset by her demise, but never really felt the true pain of loss. Seeing this, I realised that if I showed that I was hurt, he would try and get rid of everything that reminded me of her, including the bracelet. Although I never truly did, or ever will, get over her death, I pretended so I would always have a part of her with me.
But now? That too was gone! "NO!" I hollered to the gods above. It wasn't fair! I walked slowly towards a picture of my mother. I reached out to stroke her beaming face. "I shouldn't have removed it...I shouldn't have! I thought I could wear it after volleyball practice. I thought..."I sobbed. Suddenly, everything froze and realisation hit me. That was it. Volleyball practice. I had removed it in the school locker room. It HAD to be there. I ran out of my house, grabbing my jacket as I slipped on my sandals. I tore through the school gates, still unlocked, and flew past other students who were staring at me in shock, bursting into the locker room. I looked around frantically and then...
There it was. The silver bracelet with heart shaped charms. Relief washed over me. I ran towards it, dropping onto my knees and feeling light-headed. Tears of pure, undiluted joy poured out of my eyes. I picked it up gently, thanking every god that it was not lost. That my mother was still a part of me. I stroked it, my breathing slowly returning to normal. "I love you..." I whispered, closing my eyes as I cradled the bracelet against my chest.
Shiv Shakti
Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi 2
