Tears are said to be the most precious thing in this world.
However, then why they fail to buy the person we lost?
*****
Samar’s past was the cruelest thing I ever experienced in my
life. My pains, my miseries were nothing in front of his. Samar was transformed
into happy-go-lucky guy after our School. He became a dude, late night parties,
hangouts and a very beautiful girl friend; Anmol. Anmol was the most beautiful
part of his life. But, destiny had written something, not just bad but worst
for him.
Time played its part. Anmol was on ventilator facing her
death. She was suffering from a savior disease. Her heart was beating in an
inconstant manner. Doctors were trying to make her heartbeat constant and
normal. Her day was schedule with a hundred of medicines to gulp. Her death was
near. She was struggling for her beats.
Samar was always there sitting next to her, comforting her
but weeping silently. Samar used to weep at nights after making her sleep. He
always tried not to cry when she was awake. However, sometimes few tears
cheated him and left its wet stain on her white bed sheet.
It was another night in the hospital. Samar made Anmol’s
head comfortable on the pillow. She slept, after a long planning of their
future together. Samar narrated his heart in words. What he always wished for,
what he would get after Anmol’s heart would response constantly. Apparently, he
knew that this was not going to happen. He would lose his Anmol.
Anmol means ‘Precious’, and yes, Anmol was precious to him. Tears
are said to be the most precious thing in the world. However, they weren’t
enough precious to save his Anmol. After she slept, Samar faced the reality.
His weep was audible. He was trying his best to accept the truth, the reality that
she won’t be in his life anymore.
He was crying louder. His weep was the most painful thing
one could ever listen. His weeping was emitting pain. “I don’t want to lose you
Anmol,” He cried painfully. But, Anmol was sleeping.
“Are you crying?” asked Anmol trying to open her eyes. His
cry was loud enough to wake her up. Samar didn’t reply. His painful cry was the
proof to Anmol’s question.
“I can’t see you crying like this. I will try to recover
myself soon.” She started crying. Tears rolled down her soft cheeks and reached
the pillow below her head.
“I am not crying, I am sorry” He wiped Anmol’s tears first,
ignoring his own wet eyes. “Now, go to sleep.” He smiled and asked her to shut
her eyes.
After few moments, Samar started weeping again. Anmol was
half asleep. She didn’t react. She lay there numb and immovable. However, she
promised herself something. What was that? No one knew.
Sadly, Next morning was the last dawn of Anmol’s life. Her
parents were shouting on the doctors for improper management. Nurse might have
forgotten to give her the early morning medicines or maybe Samar knew that it
wasn’t Nurse’s fault but the “Karma” which played his part.
Everyone has a past; some of it is dark, as dark as a coal
which paints our life with the darkest of its shade. Samar had one such past. I
wanted to pull him out of that world and take him towards a new dawn where his
life is filled with the happier shade of life. This was the coffee shop where
Samar’s and Anmol’s love had bloomed. They used to spend their beautiful
evenings here, well, I was unaware of it although. We moved out of the coffee
shop later. I reached back home and wondered about him; he was not leaving my
mind. He was all over my mind since that afternoon.
We had started building a strange bond with each other; a
bond that has was unnamed but yet so untamed. We had started moving beyond the
definition of friendship. We moved towards a relationship which was more than
friendship but less than what love can define. Yes, there exists a relationship
between friendship and love which can never be explained, but with Samar, I
knew we were something in between those two tags. I was experiencing that unnamed
relationship.
Months passed by, we never confessed to each other that we
have gone beyond the tag of friendship but in life, sometimes, some things are
meant to be tacit. He used to care for me as a father, as he knew, that is the
relation I was dying to live, to feel. He knew everything about my life and so
did I, but, yet sometimes, he went through mood swings when he used to lie
alone in his room. He never called me in those gloomy moments of his but I
don’t know how, I used to feel that he isn’t fine and needs me desperately, and
I would ping him up. A lot many times he used to get shocked on seeing my call
when he needed me but didn’t have the heart to tell me… that is unanswered for
me too that how could I feel he needs me but then, some questions are better
left unanswered, so we let it be.
To pursue his dream of being a Doctor, he moved to another
city for his medical studies. Yes, I was heartbroken but then, we knew, we were
not meant to be together. However, he was moving to another city, not to some
other world. The hope of seeing him in vacations used to cheer me up.
I still remember, the last time I met him before he moved
out of city; he had beautiful dreams glittering in his eyes. He had managed to
cherish Anmol’s memories instead of crying over them. He had started believing
in love that can happen again. He called me up to his place to get him helped
through the last minute packing. He was searching for his lucky blue colored
socks which he never used to wash and used to wear them whenever he had some
important deals to do. Trust me, they stink worst than the municipality
garbage. But, as though they were lucky, I managed to find the pair lying over
the commode.
It was time for him to go and I was short of words to bid
him good bye but he had something to say. He clutched his hands around my
fragile waist and pulled me towards him, my breath turned heavy and I stared at
him in disbelief. He looked straight into my eyes, and said ‘Pari, we are like
the sides of river which is never together but never apart. I promise to be by
your side forever, like one such side of the river. We won’t be together
physically in life, but we would be bound by soul… forever’. Saying this, he
kissed my cheek and left his room while I stood there trying to understand his
last spoken words.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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