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Chapter 4
I decided I wasn't going to answer him; he kept staring at the Bosphorous and white mansions behind it. I stared at the silver strands of his hair diminishing behind the black near his jaw-line. I wondered how in a matter of years we would be caught up in the mocking echoes of departing youth. The breeze syllabled his name in cautious whispers.
When I was 13 my parents decided to send me to my aunt in a village where she lived. I wasn't particularly happy going there; knowing I would have to spend my summers away from Shlok, Hashir and Sohai. But their insistence was I better leave them not worrying as the cursor clicked to the terrible situations in the city.
My aunt had a step daughter who was blind; her name was Hoor, Hoor is Arabic for a very pretty lady and she was indeed the prettiest girl I had ever seen. My aunt's new husband wasn't much affluent but they were at good terms financially.
I was glad I wasn't alone their; and so I was instantly bonded with Hoor. Hoor wasn't much friendly but then she wasn't that hostile either; but I was never in her good books initially; she would usually distance herself from me and suddenly stop answering my questions when we used to talk. I tried to think upon my questions to see if I wasn't hurting her with my words but the questions were utterly general. No one sane would ever be offended. And at those times I missed my friends bad.
Hoor wasn't my age she was four years elder and most of the times I could not get what she meant when she talked. I judged her to be a ruthless, proud and unsociable girl until I found out what she had gone through. That night I cried to sleep and many more nights after that.
Hoor was an ardent computer language programmer and even her inability to see things could not stop her from creating basic programs for the people with the same disability; i.e. those who couldn't see. She used to go learn programming from an old school teacher whose son one day harassed her.
I realized she wasn't ruthless; only quite, she wasn't proud because the only thing which could make her proud was her beauty and she unfortunately could never see it through her eyes, she wasn't unsociable but the society had forced her to be so. Whenever I saw her I felt an alien pain being inflicting upon me. I felt being harassed; I felt things turning black; and I felt my heart contracting.
"How to explain to the earth that it was more functional as a vegetable patch than a flower garden, just as factories were more functional than schools and boys were more functional as weapons than as humans."
"Why don't you continue with your education Hoor? You are so good a programmer..." I asked her the day before coming back. She smiled a smile merged in a sentiment of unutterable sadness and gloom. My heart clasped at the thought.
"The world is very harsh on some of us Astha..." She said and a lone tear rolled down her milky white skin. I immediately found myself hugging her she was crying and soon I heard my own sobs amidst hers. And since the day I could never forget the girl who was rudely reminded of life's cruel concerns.
That night I cried liters on phone pleading my mother to get Hoor's eyes operated. Mama finally agreed helpless at my conviction. I woke up the next morning to find Hoor still and motionless; she wasn't breathing; she wasn't even opening her eyes; she was gone!
I have never heard myself shrieking like I did after finding that Hoor was no more. I was brought back to my home the very day and for weeks I did not see the light of the day. Shlok came to me when I finally opened the door after a month. He gaped at me in utter shock and dreadfulness before hugging me!
"We don't try to die when the people we love die Astha!"
I cried endless, in his arms in Sohai's in Hashir's.
"Look at your eyes Astha..." He had said rubbing away the fresh line of tears from beneath them. And since that day he was extra careful around me. He would smile when I saw him; he would hold my hand when I trembled; he would look me in the eye when I cried and say everything was going to be okay.
School started and I never got over Hoor, she came in my dreams, I saw myself going through what she had gone through; I yelled and felt something piercing my heart. My parents sent me to multiple counselors but to no heed.
"What happens when you see her?" Shlok asked me once.
"I feel everything that happened to her happening to me." I replied looking away. It had been two years since everything happened but the memory inside my mind was crystal clear.
"Do you believe in God?" He asked. I looked at him stunned.
"Of course I do!"
"Do you trust Him?"
I nodded.
"Do you still believe He would do all that to you?"
I was speechless.
"But Hoor..." I began but he stopped me.
"Do you know why it happened to you?" He asked; I had never seen him so serious. I shook my head.
"Because God wants' you to do something for Him."
"What can I do for Him?"
He smiled.
"You can... you can do something for His people."
That was the night I slept peacefully after two years. Shlok had finally given a voice to my soul; the one that would finally bring me out of my abyss and look through a vision. And since the day he had always been The Voice for me in my times of worries. He was only my age but his answers were what my heart wanted to hear all along.
"No one is perfect and no one is complete... that's why God has made other people... they complete us. Its only a matter of finding the right person for yourself."
These were his words only. And he completed me there where I lost myself.
Shlok placed his hand on my shoulders bringing me back from my memory lane. I looked at him startled and for a minute I drifted back the years again. I was there where I needed him in every decision I made; in every thing that stabbed my heart; every time I wanted a consoler; every time I looked for solace. I was the girl Astha again looking in his eyes to give me the voice... to give me a voice once again.
"Astha?" His manly accent made me smile sadly.
"I have lost so much of me Shlok... There was no one to complete me." I cried like the girl Astha who used to cry so often in him arms.
"Why did you do this?" He asked bringing his fingers right under my chin so as to look me in the eye. His vision was so blurred by me tears; I cleared them several times to perceive a dint of moisture in is orbs.
"I had to... I had to learn to live without you."
"You can learn to live without me... but what made you think you could learn to live without yourself?"
I shifted my weight on the wall and then slacked down on the floor. The music from the TV room blared in my ears as I heard chatters and laughter from Sohai, Sofie and Kavya. Shlok sat beside me.
"You were steps away from your dream..." He said dropping his head in his hands.
"I was... Sameer had me convinced he needed the money then... he said I would get it back within a year... I could finally have the hospital constructed... but then he lost every single penny he had invested..." I trailed off; thinking about my dead living with Sameer; I never blamed him for the loss; I could have been in his place, it wasn't entirely his fault. But he had since been such a stranger it felt like he was suffocating around me... I did not know if it was guilt or remorse but whatever it was it had taken him miles away from me.
After consigning that new insight in me Shlok had stood beside me in every single attempt I made at doing anything for people who couldn't see, for girls who were harassed, for students who could not study because their parents could not afford. He attended voluntary workshops with me while Sohai and Hashir enjoyed beach parties in vacations. His support made me dream big; I decided I would lay the foundations of an eye institute. And for years I had put in every single penny I earned for my cause.
I do not know how Sameer had me convinced but I did it for my marriage; for our bond; for my husband but it turned out so differently. Queer!
"How do you live now?" Shlok asked pulling his head up.
"It's difficult sleeping or eating and sometimes thinking... nothing more."
"Why did you do this to your self?"
I laughed having no answer to his questions.
"I can breath... the heart still beats; it still pumps blood..." I said like a little child trying to justify himself.
"Why did you marry him?" Shlok asked ferociously. I flinched at his tone. His hands gripped my arms and I could sense the aggression emanating out of him then.
"I liked him!"
"You know you can't lie to me... Was it a mere attempt to get rid of me?" He asked shelling my wisdom and smearing my vision.
"I loved you Shlok..." I whispered but somehow felt the words never reached him.
"Then couldn't you ever see I loved you too?" His voice echoed behind swift black and white circles. When everything turned black for a moment I thought I had gone blind but through a tiny outlet I saw his concerned face leaning over mine. It was going to rain in Istanbul.
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