Darkness, a word that describes more than what light does. A blind world is a place where demons reside and makes us meet our own monsters. There's nothing that wins our trust in a gloomy world. A child's cry of fear is more than enough to throw the monstrous fragments away, show the happier ones and wipe the tears.
Abeer's love for the little boy knows no boundary. When darkness became his friend, he didn't want to introduce it to Mannu. He wanted pull that fright away from him, it was only Abeer's after all. So he did what he could- bring light and shove his friend away. A small kiss on his forehead, the sign that he will seal only brightness in Mannu's world; and he went to fetch the member far away from his world. Along with him came the silver lining in a rude way, irritable to anybody else but was a thread of hope to Abeer. Amla was his wife after all! Her edging ignorance, her appealing irritation, her elegant attitude was all that he was fond of in-spite of her carrying a chunk full of hatred for him. He will unload them sooner.
He came with the small light that could convince Mannu, but that was too bright o for Abeer alone. Mannu 's world had the entire place gleaming with lamplight of love and happiness. Abeer went to work on the problem, with the small bit of light carried by his wife. Was she his wife? Yes she was. She brought Abeer to a lovable space of life. She made him feel magical, he could happily die in her hands. His smile widened in her presence. She was an anchor which he was holding on to, unknowingly.
She pushed his phone away, streaming the darkness in. He was not worried about it at all. He still found himself responsible for her unlit life.
Mein mombati laati hoon.
Did she know what she was talking about? He never did too. It was soon to be understood by both of them. She would light what he never saw in life. She did light him, glowing ethereally, making him awestruck. If a small candle light could do such wonders, he would remain under them his whole life!
She brought the candle up, in the making to bring luminescence all over the place they live. It blew away. The storm was strong in their life after all! She tried to light it up, again and found them dying in the winds. Even a lone survivor needs help in bringing brightness on a stormy dark night. Abeer did that, with an ease that could match no other person's help. He was the only one standing with love and indescribable compassion for her. She was his wife!
The process brings the toughest of everything to Abeer. Be it hatred or pain, he bore it without a word, without a flinch, without a drop of tear. He never felt anything for himself. All that he had was fathomless hate that Amla was feeling towards him. He fixed someone else's darkness forgetting that he went through so much pain in the process, he became numb regarding his own issues. She flinched, for a small of what he what he was bearing for so long; he rushed without a second thought. His wound was left unhealed and untouched.
Sorry maine dheka nehi.
How easily does it come to him? He cares about her! Who is there to do the same with him? Who is there to cuddle him and brush his nightmares away? Who is there to stop him burn himself in his own wrath? Who is there to heal his wounds?
She watched him pick up the melted wax drops from his leg, so many that her one drop felt nothing. She was shocked, exasperated, worried- he was a silent survivor of aches, torment and agony. What could she do? She could only watch him pick them up, throw them and walk away like nothing had ever happened.
He was a superman to one person and a monster to another. What would he call himself as? The victim of cruel fate!
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