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This post has been published by me as
a part of the Blog-a-Ton 32; the
thirty-second edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and
we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is 'An Untold
Story'
"You miss her ??" asked the son to his father who was on the verge of entering into senility.
“I have never. Nor do I intend to.” was the sturdy reply.
Son sensed the succinct rudeness
in his father’s reply. Trying to be indifferent he proceeded further.
“Well… true. You only miss someone
when that someone is absent; mother is present in your heart and you can’t deny
it.”
“See, you got me” said his father
with a smile on his wrinkled face.
“Dad, I wish she was with us
today. I could have seen tears in her eyes when I was about to go abroad for my
job. I could have asked her to prepare all delicious desi dishes to eat.”
There were tears in his eyes while
saying this. His throat was heavy; he missed his mother. He used to see her
photo and keep staring at it wondering why she left him so early thus creating
void space which was supposed to be filled by mother’s unconditional love.
“Your mother is no more Son.
She is up there in the sky watching me and you, wanting us to be happy,
contented with our lives and she would never want us to miss her” that’s
what his father told him after his first day at school, when he saw two people
escorting single child.
“You should leave for shopping now
before the clouds start crying with you.”
“Haha… you’re impossible dad!! How
easily you cheer me up by changing the topic.” he left having said that.
Shankar got up from his aaram
kursi and went to balcony from where he could see the dark, heinous
clouds about to captivate or threaten (he wasn’t able to decide which was the
more appropriate word) the poor city. The first signs were flaunted in the form
of vicious lightening followed by a clamorous thunder thereby marking the
beginning of a melee.
He tried hard not to reminiscent;
but the drop of rain made it inevitable for him to do so. His mind tried hard
to control his emotions precipitated by his heart; but in vain.
Shankar came back that evening
with his son Siddhart who was just 6 months old.
“Renu, where are you? Come soon.
Take this Prasad and your naughty son. He has made my life miserable without
you” yelled Shankar on opening the door. There was no reply. He went to bedroom
and kitchen only to find she was nowhere. He was surprised by her absence. He
thought to go and check out with neighbours. He put Siddhart in the cradle and
while he was about to leave he found something unusual. That unusual was a
white paper kept aside the baby in the cradle. He took it out and began to
read.
It said:
Forgive me Shankar. Sorry that I
had to write this letter. Before you read out the entire thing, I want to
beseech forgiveness from you and our little baby.
Don’t search for me anywhere nor
lodge a missing case with police. I am off- forever. You will never find me.
No, don’t worry as I won’t kill myself for I would now, at last, start living
life on my own terms and with the person I love. I am sad that the person I
love is neither you nor Siddhart.
Yes!! That’s what I said, quite
boldly, but it’s the truth. I tried hard, better to say desperately hard to
love you, understand you, to accept the mutual relation with which was bound to
live. But, I couldn’t. Love happens only once and the rest seems synthetic. No
matter how hard you coax yourself to accept the synthetic relation as natural,
it always disappoints and upsets you. That is exactly the thing with me.
I love only one guy and that is
Ranjan- my school and college mate. We wanted to marry but my parents never
allowed me to do so. They threatened me by saying if I wouldn’t, they would
kill themselves. I ignored it thinking it was a fake one until my mother
attempted suicide by trying to hang herself. This was hidden from you and your
family. I was forcefully married to you. I tried to run away, but the threaten
still blocked my way.
Finally, I thought that if we had
a baby, they would be convinced that I have accepted you and would be
indifferent to their threatening.
So after two years, we had a baby.
I am sorry that I had to shower spurious love on you all these months; but that
was the only way for me to reach my destination- Ranjan.
I have only one life and I cannot
compromise. Compromising is for cowards; I pretended to be one, but it never
gave me satisfaction. I don’t know what you are going to tell your child when
he asks about his mother. Well, tell him anything: his mother was devil,
immoral, careless or selfish as it would never matter to me as besides blood,
Siddhart and I have nothing to care for. He is your sole onus; raise him by
narrating any story.
Don’t call me stone-hearted. I
have a heart filled of love for Ranjan and that’s the reason why my heart
cannot generate or accept love for anyone else- you or the little naïve life
that has entered into the world through me. When you try to fill your already
filled heart with love and it doesn’t accommodate, you easily accost the person
as “stone-hearted”.
I am no one to judge you; but as
far as the time spent with you goes, you are a very good person. I don’t wish
you to be single. Find someone whose heart still awaits love.
I am SORRY.
Ranjan’s,
Renuka.
He never told Siddhart the true
story about his mother as he never wanted Siddhart to lose respect for the one
who was responsible for his life. The guilt of lying to his son about his
mother’s unnatural death in an accident dented him from within.
There is no other choice. He thought to himself.
By this time, the cloud had
engulfed the city, making life miserable for the ones whose past haunted them
and had changed their life since then.
“Everybody has an untold story in
their life. Your mother had one once and now I have one.”, he murmured to
himself, but his voice was lost in cacophonous sound of rain.
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That's a sad story but written so well.
ReplyDeleteThe story fits in the theme perfectly.
All the best :)
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yes that's pretty sad :)
DeleteThanks for reading it.
Very Touchy... very nicely written.. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading it :)
Deleteits sad but yes you have penned down beautifully...
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Thanks. I read your blog and even left a comment ;)
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Beautiful and touchy ....
ReplyDeleteI am glad that I was able to make it touchy :)
Delete:( I hate sad stories where there are so many family secrets :( But I guess, it happens! Very well written - I like the easy camaraderie that the father and son share at the start. You have eased into the flashback well! Best wishes for BAT!
ReplyDeleteThanks . True, family secrets can ruin lives; but the same secret can stabilize many lives
DeleteThis is the first post I've come across thus far, that has good English in it. Though there are some typos, it is a good read.
ReplyDeleteI am desperately trying to do justice to English :D
DeleteWill learn in some dayz :D
TY for visiting
I have read a few good stuff here.
ReplyDeleteI am not new to blogging and really value your blog. your a wonderful writer From Socking Images
Thanks for visiting and leaving your precious comment here :)
DeleteWill try to keep my best
The plot is good and the flow is neat and you have used some lovely words in your description. Good Luck :)
ReplyDeletehmmm.. Thanks for reading it :)
Deleteinsensitive parents and their forceful nature can destroy many lives...fortunately the man here was brave enuf to take it all in the right stride...may be for the cause of his son
ReplyDeleteATB for BAT :)
Cause of his son was the only factor which instigated him to take this step of hiding the truth :)
DeleteWell written story. Though the plot is not new, you words make it feel new.
ReplyDeletethat was my whole point- to make it new :)
DeleteGot succeed in doing that
A nicely written story, and narrated really well.. Wishing you all the very best for BAT32.. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Megha :)
DeleteVery well written sad story, the narration was too good :)
ReplyDeleteDo visit my blog :)
Writing sad story is tough; I learnt it while writing this one :)
DeleteGood job!
ReplyDeleteI think Sankar would be able to forgive Renuka because she did what she did out of the love for her mother (attempting suicide).
.. and in an attempt, she became a horrible mother..
So he can hate her as well. :)
Very good post.
Wow! That's really very nice of you to actually get into the nitty-gritty of the story and shape it with your amazing thoughts.
DeleteI am very happy with your analysis :)
I'm touched by Shankar's concluding lines. It is hard to take, still whatever he said is right, "one cannot generate or accept love for others when you already have a loving heart." As always, I lived in your story, and congrats on being a Veteran with this post. Good luck to you, and keep writing :)
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Someone is Special
1st of all- Thanks a ton for wishing me on becoming a veteran :)
DeleteI am proud to be a part of BAT from past 10 editions .
It really feels great when one picks out a line from the story .
Your request will be granted soon :D
thanks for the support :)
:) :) I've listed your Blog URL as Veteran on Blog-a-Ton :) Keep writing :)
DeleteSomeone is Special
Thanks man!!! Would always try to be a part of BAT
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