Drabble: Untitled Series #6
Pragya: But...
Abhi: *stops her* *looks at her like he wants her to continue*
Pragya: *heart beats fast* *gets tensed about why he is talking about his mom* But... your parents...
Abhi: died when I was a kid.
Pragya: *heart stops for a second* *thinks why is talking strangely and whether his medicines have side effects* *thinks to inform Daadi when she reaches home*
Abhi: *waves hand in front of her* What?
Pragya: *looks at him uneasily*
Abhi: You are wondering why I am talking about my mom when they are no more
Pragya: *is about to nod yes but stops* Because you never talked about your parents with me.
Abhi: with you? *confused*
Pragya: *understands that she blurted out* I mean you have never talked about your parents in your interviews.
Abhi: *relaxes* Oh yeah... I don't really talk about them because I fear I might get depressed.
Pragya: *keeps her hand over his on the armrest*
Abhi: When my parents died, I was so depressed that I went and lied on a railway track to end my life. *closes eyes* But my Daadi saved me. It is because of her and her love, I am being what I am now. Sometimes when your loved ones leave you, you feel that your whole world is shattered. Living becomes a punishment. But you realize that it's not true once you break out of that depressing walls you built around yourself. My Daadi told me that you shouldn't be afraid of feeling pain. I realized only recently that embracing it and learning to live with it is a better solution than running away from it. Because if you bury it, it will come out one day as an ugly beast. I learnt to accept that my parents are no more and showered all my love to my sister. I know that would in turn make them happy. If they see us now, they would definitely be happy about me and my sister living happily.
Pragya: *looks at him silently*
Abhi: Am I boring you?
Pragya: *Nods no*
Abhi: You may be wondering why am I talking about this? *sees her* I don't know about the relationship between you and your sister. But I guess, she would never want you to feel sad when you talk about her. Sometimes, life just acts cruel but we shouldn't let it change us. You love your sister, right? *sees her eyes* then you shouldn't feel bad when you talk about her. There may be hundreds of happy memories with her. Think about them. She would feel happy that her memories are making you happy.
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