I was 19, and she was also 19 though we don't share similar thinking, yet I love to share my thoughts and feelings with her. She doesn’t talk much and expresses herself but her eyes do it for her. She does it not because she was lazy but was crazy.

One bright morning I was waiting for her in the Sunbath garden near the Ram Mandir. The place was special for me because I and my father used to come here when I was 12 and used to sit here with Prasad in our hands. He used to teach me the lessons of life which I think are now engraved in me. I can’t separate those teachings from me because my heart and mind absorb them all. I went deep in my memories.

Suddenly I saw the girl coming from the main gates of Ram Mandir beautifully dressed in Indian ethnic attire. I was not able to separate me and my eyes from looking at her. She came under the shadows of the big banyan tree and her eyes were showing as if they were searching for someone.

I don't want to go to her and ask her directly, “Were you searching for me?”

So, I slowly moved in the direction of the banyan tree and changed my path so that I could be easily seen by someone standing near or under the tree…. After some time I heard a very melodious voice shouting my name which deep penetrated into my heart moving from my ears.

I already know the exact place from where the voice was coming but then also I moved my eyes all around so briskly as if I was searching for the owner of that voice. Suddenly the same voice echoed in my ears, and I finally pointed my eyes directly at that place where the girl was standing. In a fraction of second, I felt that the connection of my brain with my hands broke up and biological facts came to an end because when my eyes looked at her than my right hand suddenly went up and started waving, confusing my brain for a second that what actually had happened in last few seconds. Suddenly, my brain revived, and I started moving in her direction cutting the crowd with my both hands and felt the same as a student cutting the crowd to see his results.

Finally, I reached her and my eyes could not believe that she was standing in front of me at arms distance. She was looking prettier than she ever did. Her eyes were shining bright, her lips were looking as if they were desperate to smile, her fingers were struggling with the fringes which covered her forehead and when I was lost in her beauty I heard a voice which forced me to come back in the present situation and the voice says, “Hii! How are you?”

I struggled to reply to her but I felt as if I have not spoken a single word from the last few years. My neck choked and was struggling hard to say in reply to her statement. I felt as if I was suffering from high cough, and cold though I was pretty much fine at that moment.

Again I saw her eye searching for a voice in a reply to her statement but could also feel the nervousness in my eyes. She offered me a bottle half empty( I was not able to remain positive at that very moment and could see the bottle was half filled not half empty) which she started moving in the direction of mine. I took the water and felt relaxed after emptying the whole bottle though I have taken 15 glasses of water before reaching her I have never felt so thirsty in my life before as I was in that very situation.

Then we had a long conversation started from the beauty of the very place where we were standing and ending at the question asked by me How were your parents? Are they fine……..? She did not utter a single word and kept gazing at me as If she wants, me to feel guilty on asking that a very question. After few seconds she spoke very lightly which was impossible for the normal human ears to listen, but I could remember the statement as if my heart was continuously listening to her and the statement was “We don't live together!!.”

On listening to the statement my lips desperately spoke without taking any permission from my brain which says only a single word “Why“. I was aware of the foolish trend being in the fashion of sending parents to the old age home when their children start standing on their own feet. I know she was blindly following the trend without knowing the grounds of reality.

I could not control my heart to silently cry in return of that statement, and my brain to immediately show my anger to that girl whom I have met a few hours before. I started explaining (though I was raging in anger and shouting) that how can you leave your parents in the situation when they never did in your hard times. I started making her remind of the times when she was young, and her father taught her to ride a bicycle though I have never seen her before in my entire life. I reminded her of her mother cooking food only for her when her whole family went for a lavish dinner, but she cants because of her exams.

I felt myself out of control and pushed myself to come back into the track as the girl started to have tears in her eyes which my heart thought was of guilt!! I offered her my handkerchief to separate the tears from her face and to settle them on my piece of cloth which I offered to her. She then revived and started to speak,” I was 9 and it was a bright sunny day of December morning. The day was Sunday, and she with her father was planning to go for a trip to the same Sunbath garden where I was standing at the moment when she came from the Ram Mandir. She came to that park with her whole family constituting of a typical Indian mother who wears saree so that its veil could cover the head of her children in bright penetrating sunlight, a father working in government sector who feeds his family with all the expensive desires which they keep in front of him by cutting his personal expenses, a small brother who went with a big balloon in his hand to the park. I could easily feel the appearance of her whole family in front of me. Then she continued that when they were returning from the park with her brother in the hands of her mother, she saw a speedy truck coming to her family with a speed she could never imagine and within a few seconds she could only feel her mother’s hand pushing hard at her so that she could be saved from the unexpected accident. She felt a huge pain as she stroked her forehead on a huge rock. After sometime when she felt her nerves she could only see a large crowd gathered in front of her. She went madly cutting the crowd without caring for the blood coming from her forehead and found a little brightness after a long-struggling dark. She could not feel her body while seeing her family members lying dead in front of her and not moving a single finger. After that very moment, she fell down unconsciously reviving back at the hospital.”

I was standing like a stone monument in front of her on listening to her story and my own words which I have thrown at her in anger were echoing loud in my ears. I felt sorry and accepted my mistake of foolishly shouting at her without any further explanation from her. I was abusing myself from inside and suddenly felt a human body really soft like the petal of roses and a face covered with tears on my chest which made my t-shirt wet with tears and a really sweet and soft voice whispering the statement, “It’s not your fault!!” I could not believe what my ears heard. Than the voice continued, “We both have a lot of similarities in our life as you love your parents and me too loved my parents than anyone else in the world but the difference is that you could still feel the sweet smell of your mother’s food, a supportive hand of your father when you felt all alone in this world, a tight hug of your brother saying,” Mai hoo na!! Tu Carta Kyun hai?” But she still misses those small cute memories of her family.”

After listening to her, I hugged her so hard feeling a mixed emotion of guilty, happiness and anger at the same time. I was guilty of expressing my anger without knowing the reason of her statement, Felt happy because the girl I want in my life is really standing close to me not only to my body but to my heart and angry that Why God has done so bad with this beautiful soul?

God might have his own reasons to do so but I could only ask him the reason without expecting any reply from his side. My love and feeling of making herself of mine increased than before and I don’t want that very moment to end and I could live my entire life in that very moment…………

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