She died a thousand deaths each moment.Each of those moments
she thought of them,thought of him.It was the most auspicious and greatest day
of her life.She was getting married today.Since morning everybody in the house
was running around,busy in preparations.They were so busy celebrating that no
one thought about her.She was still sleeping blissfully.Her Mom thought I
should let her rest a bit more,its going to be a big and tiring day.It was her
last day as a girl in her house,in sometime she will be someone’s
wife,someone’s daughter in law.
The clock struck 10.Pri…Pri!!!! Wake up.Its your wedding
today sweetheart.Lots of work to be done.Her Mom started shouting as she daily
does to wake her up.Only after half an hour of shouting and groaning will she
open her eyes.She was a really pampered one being the only daughter .She kept
on the routine of calling her along with her wedding preparations.The clock
struck 11.Now Shakuntla was very angry on her daughter.She went close to her
and her anger evaporated.She ran her hand through her hair and asked her to
wake up.Pri didn’t budge even a bit.Then Shakuntla realized since last 1 hr Pri
hasn’t moved an inch.She was sleeping like she was dead.Dead that thought
creased her forehead.She started shaking Pri vigorously.Suddenly a letter fell
from the bed.
Dearest Mom ,
By the time you will be reading this letter I would have
sailed to heaven or hell I fear now because of the sin I committed.Ma,I
couldn’t forget him,his memories still haunt me.Thinking myself to be in some
other man’s arms makes me loathe myself.I burn to ashes on this thought.I
couldn’t belong to anyone else I belong to only him.I know I am being a coward
running away from life but I can’t bear this pain anylonger.Its killing me
every second.I cannot stand his betrayal.It was my first and last true love.I
don’t have capability to love somebody else.I am sorry to disappoint you like
this.I have been your achi beti and I thought I will be by marrying the guy you
chose after he left me shattered.You nursed me and my soul Ma.You had been my
best friend and not just Ma.You have showered me with the love of both Dad and
Mom and never let me miss his absence in life.I am sorry to make you go through
this Ma.But I am really helpless.I can’t destroy Ajay’s life,he is such a
caring and loving person.His wife would be the luckiest of all.But Ma,I cannot
be his wife.I cannot give him happiness,I have always given him sorrow,my pain
and he had always readily taken all and soothed me.Such a great guy you found for
me Ma.But I can’t give him the same love and happiness ever.I can’t destroy his
life and make it hell as mine already is.Ma please forgive me if you can.I love
you Ma.
Yours,
Pri
Shakuntla stood their stunned.She noticed the bottle of
poison beside her sleeping baby’s pillow.She remembered the day when her little
Pri first called her Ma.It made her feel
so complete,those words were like the
first drops of rain in a desert.She was one and a half.Pri’s father left them
alone in world with his memories after a dreadful car accident.She was fighting
hard with herself and world,but she has to survive and live for her Pri.And
when she said Ma,all the pain seemed worthwhile.She found a purpose to her
life,Pri became her world her purpose to live.And she do was happy.Her first
steps,her cute smile made her forget the pain of tired body and tired soul
after a hard day’s work.
Shakuntla couldn’t believe her pri is no more.Her Pri who
was to be adorned in a red saree today,who had to be dressed as a bride was
lying there covered in white,breathless,lifeless.As lifeless as she was now.
10 comments:
Very Touching ... Really I moved while reading letter.
Thanks a lot VJ.You have been such an encouragement.Even I read all your posts and I like them.You really weave the stories so well.
Why Pri had to suicide on her wedding day?
@Lioness: Coz it sounds filmy and dramatic...u knw hw filmy I m ;) :P he he he
Too emotional...especially for Ma!!!
@Priya: You create nice stories and suspense in your blogs :-P
@Aarti: Thnks swtu,ur encouragement makes it all possible,tere bina kya karungi main :P
Many a times when we sleep on our bed the only thing we care about is the pillow we need to hug because it is so comfortable. Nobody gives a damn about the four legs that supports the bed. It goes around doing its work unceremoniously asking nothing in return. The pillow asks for all the attention because it claims to give you comfort. But let me ask you something . Have you ever been reduced to sleeping on the floor ? The cold hard feeling we get when we sleep on the floor is something we detest a lot. So essentially even if you have your pillows and bedsheets and the mattress , you would not sleep soundly if there is no bed . The same can be said of a lover of 21 weeks and your parents of 21 years . We never realize the pain Pri's parents will go through when they lose Pri. What happens when somebody knock over a ink bottle on your painting you so painted so painstakingly ? You are devastated . If you can have such feelings for an inanimate object then imagine the pain Pri's parents go through when a part of their own body they nurtured for the last 21 years suddenly decided to give up on them. Sorry to say but the protagonist here is just another wimp who could not move on from her breakup.
Rightly said Anonymous,she is a selfish and coward wreck who doesn't understands life.That's life much bigger.In real life I can't be like that because we have to act strong,be sensible and we really do have to think of the consequences,how it will affect the ones who really love you?But I can always make my characters do things a pain stricken me would have wished at times :D Thts why writing allures me ;)
Hmmmm ... So for you creating stories is like living out your unfulfilled desires . I do the same but in my head .
Sometimes...Most of the times the stories portray my feelings which even I can't comprehend at times :) And at other times they exhibit the pain or happiness in my heart at the moment :) But its like discovering yourself too...How would you actually behave in a situation or how you should have been at that moment...It just brings joy at times and at others I find my pain exhuberated in words,so its more of a vent out ,he he he :)
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