Sunday, 31 January 2016

On Her Behalf

The droplets had no intention to soothe his agony. His tears were no match to the outburst of the sky. He kneeled down to ask his salvation but the continuously rejected every wish. Carrying the fate to rule had no weightage. Every second he failed her, every moment he missed, were asking- "what is the point now?" That glasses he broke were crystal but the heart he shattered had no comparison. Everytime a promise he broke, a crack his fate accumulated. But.... Does any of his but mattered now? The flowers he brought now to her grave were fragrance less. The grave stone embarked - Loving wife and daughter. He couldn't even made her a mother. Each stroke of thunder sliced his soul with the question - Why you made her suffer so much? He was struggling to argue with all possible excuses and that underlined his character in details. For two years in search of money and fame he lost love, every single thing that made her love him. His destiny.... He will laugh out if this thought would have crossed his mind. The time he could have given her, the smile that he could have brought her. He stood up and the sky roared like a wounded tiger. He failed her. That night when they got married and they were in the bedroom, he had just her. No money no fame, but he had everything..... Her love. Every time she smiled and got naughty he thanked God for this wonderful girl. But like a project accomplished, suddenly he went to his dream. But forgot about his life defining love. All the time he wasted for money and fame made him stand right now where he is now. In no dimension he could ever forgive himself. The sun forgot to warm him like he forgot her in pursuit of his hollow dream. But he wanted to be famous, to be rich, but never thought he will lose her. He know even now also she would have smiled at him. Not a single moment she asked why. The dinners she had alone, the anniversaries she spent under the moon light, the nights she slept in solitary made her love him no less. He never uttered a sorry and she never demanded one. He gave her diamonds that she never wore with him. The cemetery was deserted like his life right now. As if every dead body got crossed with him. Finally one night she shouted out her leftover life that he was presenting her. And he reciprocated the he never had. It was her birthday and he had promised a dinner that night. But again his schedule changed which he didn't alter. His wife was crying when he reached the house., that was not a home. He had already lost it. When she brought up everything that was falling apart all he could utter was for whom I am doing all these, you all luxury and everything, blah blah.... She shouted at him and asked him to leave her home. And without a thought, as if devil rode his soul to hell, he stormed out. He went out in his car. He had never seen her in that state. And made him think for the first time in two years. That night he decided to make things right. Next day he bought a beautiful gown for her and wrote a letter for asking another chance. And sent it to her inviting to the best hotel in the city. He booked the whole hotel and decorated with everything she loved. He knew she will come. He knew his love. He wanted his home back. He was standing on the door waiting for her. She arrived in a cab. She was looking like an angle in love. That moment they were on opposite side of the road. They looked at each other. Everything was just falling into space that they dreamed. She wore the best smile a girl can hav ever. She walked down the road towards her life. Her life..... The man she fell for, the best guy in world for her. She was so happy n engulfed in her thought. Then everything altered. Every single piece that they were placing on the maze broke to atoms. He was just witnessing it. He lost the power to speak and think. The devil even left him to witness the tragedy of God. The car that hit her was in air. He ran... He only wished he could have ran long back. She was there on the road. The road of his devastation. He took her in his arms and silently begged with every single emotion he had. But she was gone. He was drenched in blood. The blood that he painted on himself...this is what he thought. An ambulance came and for what? He already got cremated. He cried in the graveyard. He had lost the option for penance. But he lived a life afterward that he chooses for her and then God reciprocated that life on her behalf. But he lived