Chapter 1
After his day long schedule, he was tired but today was the day he has been waiting for from last ten years. He changed into his night wear simple white kurta pajamas and headed towards the rocking chair placed near the window. He sat peacefully on it gazing the beauty of full moon. The calmness and the beauty of the moon used remind him of his JKR. She too came in his life like moon to be with him in his darkest hour. She came as sunlight of fresh beginning and a gentle shower of hope to bring spring after stillness of winter. He rested his head on the back of the rocking chair, closed his eyes and started to rock it gently. The signs of ageing were evident on his face; there were wrinkles and lots of wrinkles. May be he looked older than his age. There she was with a smile that reached her eyes... she had most beautiful and mesmerizing eyes who were a mirror to her pure heart. He used to love her eyes as they used to speak her heart out to him when her voice trembled. He could have spent his entire life gazing in her eyes without even uttering a single word.
"I miss you, my Jhansi ki Rani. I miss your non-stop lectures... in the beginning I used to be very annoyed whenever you started lecturing me. But you know what?? I could now give away everything I own just to hear your voice" a hot tear rolled down his cheek. He wiped it straight away. Her memories both warmed and haunted him, sometimes drawing a smile and other times a tear.
Kabhi kam naa hongi yeh chahatein
Pal pal bade yeh hai mohabatein...
He got up from his rocking chair, opened the cupboard and picked up the keys lying on the shelf. He unlocked the drawer of his side table and picked up a wooden box lying there. He went back to the moonlighted chair with his reading glasses and sat down with a heavy sigh.
"Oh!! This knee hurts..." Raman mentions with pain.
"Ravan Kumar! You are getting old man. Stop thinking that you are young."
He still expected to hear these words. But like every day in last ten years he heard nothing but a never ending silence. He doesn't know why but he was missing her a lot today. He decided to open the wooden box. This old wooden box was a sole witness of all his longing, his tears and his loss. The old box had stored some very beautiful memories within its walls. An old envelope lies there. He picks it up and brushes off its dust. On the envelope, there was a heart in which his name was written in her handwriting.
FOR THE LOVE OF MY LIFE, MY RAVAN KUMAR
❤️
He caressed her handwriting with his thumb...
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Chapter 2:
Edited by pcnsb - 10 years ago
Arjun
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