love revolves around. # 8.

# 8.

22nd Dec, 2011...

Udita speaks….

Dear diary,

Human emotions: the more one focuses, the more it deepens with every single thought. The sooner one realizes its depth, better for them.

But the depth comes with its own set of complications and tangles.

When I had decided to leave him behind, things looked pretty simple ahead, independent life, no questions to be answered. But with the passage of time I realized it was his attitude, those silent talks, it was his love that I craved for the most.

My behavior was rather immature; with the lust of college life ahead I shattered few things around, him being the precious. I never got hold of my emotions; I even played in the hands of it. It’s not that I led my life slip away.  Although I lost my love, but I never let it happen to others.

I saw Aryan before he met with that ugly accident, he did smiled at me, but as soon as the gravity of the situation dawned upon him, it faded. And before I could have expressed my feelings, he just walked away. 

I saw him taking his steps back, I felt helpless, with his behavior it reflected that he hated me, reason being the obvious.

I lost all my hopes, it was getting difficult for me, trying to be happy all the time and I just didn't have the energy anymore. His act of stepping back haunted me like ghost in the following days, then it struck me , what he would have gone through when I had done the same?, a few years back, with more cruel attitude, the answer lied in front of me.

I met him again, few days following our previous meeting, hospitalized, bandaged head, soaked in blood. It came in the papers that a car was brutally hit by a lorry, the name of the driver got my attention and I ended up outside the I.C.U.

Doctors revealed he has suffered severe head injuries and needed to be kept in there, for next 48 hours.

I prayed my heart out in that time and the almighty didn't let my wishes down, Aryan showed remarkable improvement and was soon shifted to general ward.

After six tough days I gathered all my courage to face him, again. As I entered the ward, he gave me the same smile, as our eyes met.

But I saw it fade away, yet again! As the distance shortened.

 "How do you feel now, Aryan?”

With a confused expression he replied back "Sorry! But I don't seem to recognize you, have we ever met?"

His words struck me hard and before I could sense the situation or reply to his query, the attendant asked me to let the patient get some rest; he has been advised not to put too much stress.

And then suddenly the words fall upon me, the words of the doctor echoed in my ears. I understood everything.

With a grin, I answered back to Aryan, "We had met once at the airport before the accident. We would talk more about it, but now it seems you need some rest. I live nearby and would give you a visit soon, till then take rest and recover quickly."

“Thanks for the visit and for your concern, don't know why your voice seems very soothing...”

With a smile I left the room and his words fading in the background... "She seemed so concerned about me; I wish I could remember her...”

With heavy steps I walked down the stairs, wishing the ground would swallow me inside. I was never prepared for this situation; I mean 'how this is possible? 'One thing that came good was that I was out of his life and memory, forever and he would never shed a tear for me.

I left his world and never went back to him neither did I hear of him again, perhaps destiny didn't want us to be together, on the bigger part it washed me out of his life.

My love for him grew with the days following that incident, today is 22nd Dec, the day we had touched and kissed each other for the first time. I remember him every day and miss him madly, but I guess; now I have a lot bigger reason to live my life.

After I had convinced myself that nothing could be done, things began to drift apart, again! I could feel myself slipping into my old habits and that I realized I could never get over him, marriage was never an option and then out of the blues, an angel stepped into my life...

One morning when I woke up late, tired from lack of sleep, I noticed a clipping in the newspaper:

A male child was found in the rags this morning; his crying made the locals notice him. The boy has been handed over to the city hospital….

My gaze shifted to the boy’s photo, and the very next moment I made up my mind. I was going to adopt him. After a month of several paper works, I finally brought the child home and at the back of my mind I knew what I was going to call him.

Although I was wiped out of Aryan’s life and it was not going smooth without him, I decided to give all my love to the baby and named him ARYAN.

“Ma”

She closed her diary, and turned to face her son.

"Hey, what’s the matter dear?”

"I am feeling little hungry,” Aryan muttered rubbing his tiny belly.

"Sure, tell me what you wanna eat”

His face lightened up seeing his mother agree to his query. Udita got up straighten her back, took Aryan in her arms and moved out.  Mid-way to the dining hall, a quotation on the wall made the little child smile. His name was engraved with his mom’s…….

                            

                              Aryan and Udita

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love revolves around. # 7.

#7.

Aryan speaks....

29th Nov, 2006.

Aryan in one of his diary entries:

Dear diary,

Udita is gone and she will never be back, I kept neglecting the reality for almost 4 years now,

Wondering from place to place, none of them provided me with any kind of solace, just unwelcoming torture and pain. 

Today, I set ablaze the letters, gifts, and few shirts which she gave me once. 

Watching them fade away, pins and needles ran up the back of my neck.

 But I knew these would never erase her, all the bundle of memories is too reluctant to go away.

Frankly speaking, I still remember her scent at odd times of the day...

The days passed away with a blink of an eye,

now I feel your absence

with a pain inside.

Your walking away from my life,

made me realise

how much dependent I was,

in that little span of time.

The last four years were the toughest, I remember the days following her exist and thinking about them still makes me shiver. 

I had dreamed everything with her, every decision was connected to her, like an adjective to a noun, and she followed me everywhere. 

But nothing has changed much in these years; like a rising sun, she made her omnipresence felt, but her rays were not warm; instead they pierced me from every corner. 

It became intolerable for me to bear the pain; even my salt waters were ineffective. The healing process lasted for days, but with its departure another one followed. 

At last I surrendered, she was unforgettable.

Like passing clouds in the sky, her dreams brushed me every other night; they were my only means to see her, to capture her cute smile; which used to suck out every little trauma of worries from my life, to brush her face with my hand, to feel her presence in my empty life.

But with each passing dream, a new hoped arrived; a hope of her reappearance, within me.

 With the desire to touch her, my eyes flicked open; ending the journey mid way, only to find no one around, I used to scan here and there, gaping in disbelief, Udita is no more, mine.

My four years in the college went fighting with myself, at the end of which I assumed she won't be coming back. 

But do we need to love a person till they love us??

But did Udita ever love me? 

If she did, then how could love subside so drastically?

 If not, then why did she spend all those years with me?? 

Why did she promise so much? Why did she leave me alone? 

Why did you go away Udita, Why? 

You knew I am and always will be incomplete without you, yet??

19th Dec, 2006...

Dear diary,

Four years, since I had seen her and things were falling in places, I'd assumed my love to be one-sided and learned to live with my pain. 

But yesterday everything changed, I saw her! Not in my dreams but in reality, and for few minutes my world got stuck!!

She...she looked changed but beautiful as ever, spotless skin, smooth, her nose little blunt; but I had loved it too ,her lips without any artificial gloss were shining, her sharp curves ,her health was same as I had seen her, dressed in blue jeans coupled by a black shirt ,she looked wonderful.

Lost in my thoughts I never noticed when she approached towards me, and said

 "Hi, Aryan”

Her voice was soft, as it used to be, but it woke me up from my imagination. Instead of responding to her words, I closed my eyes and moved back; with she standing there I just walked away.

For all I had gone through in those years, I cannot let her know that I still loved her, with all my broken pieces that I felt totally incomplete without her, that I had cried for her night after night. 

But I don't know why I did this, I needed her, I craved for her yet I just let her go...again

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