Okay now, coming to the point.. This is the first time I'm writing a piece like this, so I don't really know if it will appeal to you guys, but I sincerely hope so!
All kinds of feedback are welcome.. Happy reading! 😊
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Part I
I walked into my room, my head throbbing with pain. The last few days had drained me to the core, physically and emotionally. Carrying her janaaza on my shoulders had left my insides shattering like a glass.
I found solace in the fact that I had a chance to say goodbye to her, to see her go to sleep peacefully, just to wake up in some other world- hopefully a more beautiful one. Allah ki laadli finally met her allah- and maamu ki bhaanji, her maamu.
I prepared the couch to go to sleep. Yeah, I had stopped sleeping on the bed. It felt large- and strangely empty without her.
That is when I felt my 4 month old stir in her sleep. She must have sensed the disturbance in the room. I walked up to the cradle and took her in my arms. She'd got Aliya's lips, the same little nose, but eyes were mine. The most beautiful and purest soul I'd ever seen after Aliya was her. Zariya, my little angel.
Apni Aliya ki jhalak dekhne ka ek Zariya..
I tried cooing her to go back to sleep. Even sung her favourite lullaby, the one which maamu ki bhaanji used to sing to her. I could finally put her down after a good 20 minutes.
"Usko toh suladiya, tumhaari neend ka kya?"
I turned back towards the voice. And once again, I was the happiest person on earth.
She hadn't really left me, had she? Nope. Maamu ki bhaanji ka dil kitkit ke bina nahi lagta, jannat mein bhi..
I walk towards her.. and as if it had a mind of its own, my hand started making its way towards that one small flick near her ears, to tuck it back.
It hit me like a thunderbolt. I would never be able to touch her again, hold her hands and intertwine my fingers in hers, kiss her senseless or take in her pleasant vanilla fragrance again. But the sight of her, be it her soul, or even just a figment of my imagination, was enough to lessen the pain of my aching heart.
"Garden mein chalogi? Suffocation ho raha hain yaha.."
"Chalo"
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So that was part 1.. part 2 and 3 will be up by tomorrow positively!
Lots of Love <3
Radhika (Radz!)
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