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During all these days, Abhijeet was just trying to avert his mind from all the matters of ACP sir. He was just trying his to keep himself strong enough but now a days it was becoming more and more difficult for him. Though unintentionally but he had started to notice ACP sir and he himself was unable to understand why he was doing this. He sometimes felt much anger on himself for doing this with that person who had done such wrong with him and his brother, but he could not stop himself from doing that.
Whenever he saw ACP sir was spending time with the orphan children, he always stopped on his tracks for a while. He always found him different from earlier. He could notice that nowadays he had a permanent fatigue exiting over his body, but he never seemed to be tired in the case of these children. The fact that how he always remained engaged about the wellbeing of these children, always made him surprised. Were they being fed properly everyday? Did they need anything? How would they remain a bit more better? All these questions always made him anxious, which surprised Abhijeet every moment now.
Actually he was unable to match this ACP sir with the picture of earlier ACP sir. He could not relate the past with the present. How could a man change this much? He always felt that the ever present wall in his heart had began to melt somewhere. But that was for only a single moment only.
He always turned away his mind from all these thoughts, rather forcefully. He always forcefully overlooked all the goodness of ACP sir because he felt that forgiving ACP sir was synonymous of forgetting all those miseries, which had arrived in his life for him only. He would be doing wrong with his brother if he forgave him so easily. Though ACP sir was bringing smiles over the lips of these innocent children, but it was he who had snatched the smile away from his lips and he could never forget this. It was he who had filled his life with emptiness, which could not be refilled with millions of good social works. Especially whenever he saw ACP sir in the orphanage, he always repeated this in his mind, trying to make himself more firm and strong.
That evening he was late for going for home as he had to prepare question papers for the upcoming exams. When he came out from the orphanage it was already 9 PM. The dark night sky was cloudy and unfortunately he was neither carrying an umbrella with him nor a raincoat. Moreover he had come there with a cab as his car was in the garage for servicing. So ultimately, he had no way except waiting there for a cab or a bus as his mobile had gone switched off due to lack of charge. He could not book even a cab for him also.
All of a sudden, a bright spark of lightning made him shocked, along with loud sound of thunder and the very next moment, rain started... in a heavy downpour. Now Abhijeet began to feel really helpless. He could not go and wait in the orphanage for the rain to stop as it was already much late and he knew that Tarika must be worried for him. So he just wanted to go to home as soon as possible. But it was really tough for him to find any empty cab in this rainy night. So he just remained there, standing beside the road, getting drenched helplessly. He was feeling so much irritated.
All of a sudden a car stopped in front of him and after opening the door of it's backseat, ACP sir came out with an umbrella held in his hand. Abhijeet once looked towards him and then again turned his face away after moving a few steps away. ACP sir came in front of him and said in calm tone...
ACP sir: gadi mein chad jaao... aise is tarah baarish mein khade mat raho... please.
But Abhijeet did not reply to him. He pretended as if he did not know ACP sir and moved away a few more steps away and again began to try to stop any running cabs. But this time ACP sir said in a firm tone...
ACP sir: Abhijeet zid mat karo... gadi mein chad jaao... aisi baarish mein cab milna namumkin hain... aajao... please...
ACP sir's this tone made Abhijeet irritated a bit more. He was just unable to tolerate ACP sir's presence there. He threw an irritated gaze towards him and then moved away a bit more steps away, still trying to find a cab, looking here and there. But now ACP sir acted strong. He did not say anything anymore but grabbed Abhijeet's hand tightly!
His this act made Abhijeet shell shocked! How dare he was to touch him? How dare he was to hold his hands? He looked towards ACP sir and said in angry tone and with red angry face...
Abhijeet: kya kar rahe hain aap? Haath kyun pakde mere? Chodiye... main kehta hoon haath chodiye...
Saying this he tried to free his hand from ACP sir's hands but ACP sir's grip was too strong. He just smartly went towards the car, pulling Abhijeet behind him, whose patience level was at it's limit. He just shouted in anger...
Abhijeet: mujhe aapke saath ek gadi mein bilkul bhi nahin jana hain... samjhe? Haath chodiye mera... aapke saath jane se behtar hain ki main yahan yunh hi baarish mein bheegte rahu... kya hua? Sunai nahin de raha hain aapko? Chodiye mujhe...
ACP sir did not pay any heed to his words but just opened the door of the backseat and almost threw Abhijeet inside the car. But instead of getting in himself, he just closed the door and said the driver...
ACP sir: sir ko ghar drop kar dena... main cab le lunga... sabdhani se jana...
Listening this, Abhijeet looked towards him with shock. He just could not believe that for ACP sir was ready to wait in this heavy rainfall despite having a car of his own, just for he was not ready to go in the same car with him. He could not tolerate it. He opened the door and grabbed ACP sir's hand tightly with a firm...
Abhijeet: koi zaroorat nahin hain aise bheegne ki... aap bhi aajaiye... gadi aap hi ka hain...
ACP sir: nahin... I am alright... tum jaao... Tarika intezaar kar rahi hogi...
Abhijeet: please...
ACP sir remained starring towards him for some moments and then got into the car as Abhijeet moved to the opposite side. The driver looked towards them through the looking glass and them started the car with having two passengers on the backseat, sitting far from each other, with their gazes fixed towards their respective window glass.
Both the hearts were dancing madly in the ribcages, both breathes were fast enough, but both the lips were sealed too. It was strange that two persons, whose words were unending, were now sitting in the same car but total silently. Was not it? Perhaps some mistakes always got proved as heavy over the precious relationships!
Did not they need each other?
Yes they did.
Did not they miss each other?
Yes of course.
Whenever DCP Chitrolle had given any peculiar task to him, which must be completed under fixed deadline, he missed his best officer.
Whenever he got struck in any problem in his life, he missed his mentoring senior.
Whenever he got trapped in any case and got blamed, he missed his son.
Whenever he got any sudden bad news about Daya, he missed his father figure.
They both needed each other badly in their lives yet they were unable to confess it. The coldness, the guilt, the anger, the helplessness had given birth to such a thick, hard, opaque glass wall between them through which they could see each other but vaguely. They could never feel each other's feelings yet they could sense each other's presence in the opposite side of the wall.
After the incident happened with Daya, ACP sir regularly used to come to Abhijeet's house. No not actually in his house because he was never allowed inside his house, but he used to come at his threshold regularly. He just wanted to have a glance of Abhijeet. He felt that he would be able to fet rid of this pain and sufferings only when he would go near this man. Then he would be able to breathe properly. But Abhijeet never visited him.
Most of the time, none of the Srivastava couple used to open the door ever despite so much knocking and bell ringing. At morning, when Tarika used to come out for picking up the newspaper and the milk packets, she used to discover him there, in their balcony, fast asleep. Then she used to close the door with sound with the intention of waking him up so that he might go home. But he used to remain there only. Sometimes he used to shout Abhijeet's name with all of his might. During those days, Tarika used to call Dr Salunkhe who came there and take his buddy to his own house forcefully.
These incidents could go on like this but one day it changed. That was a rainy night. The whole city witnessed a heavy downpour along with lightning and strong chilly winds. But ACP sir had arrived there that night also and had slept there after several knocking. The next morning when Tarika had opened the door she was shocked. She really had not expected him to be there in such bad weather. But he was there till there, lying on the wet floor of balcony, along with some dry fallen leaves. That morning was the first day when she had went to him and had woke him up.
ACP sir sat up and after seeing Tarika in front of him, had become a bit embarrassed. Then he joined his palms and had said in hesitating tone...
ACP sir: Tarika please... mujhe ek baar andar jane dogi? Please... mujhe ek baar Abhijeet se milna hain... bas ek baar... please...
Tarika looked towards his drenched body for once and today she could not say "no" to him. She just nodded and entered the house, with ACP sir following behind. Abhijeet was there, inside their bedroom, beside the open window, starring outside with empty lost eyes. He came back to the present with his wife's voice who said...
Tarika: ACP sir aaye hain... woh kal raat yahin baithe the, itni baarish mein... mujhe sach mein yeh sab aur accha nahin lag raha hain... ho sake to tum sun lo woh kya kehna chahte hain... please...
Saying all these within a single breath, she noticed that her husband's face had become steel hard within a single moment. Without replying to her, he just turned towards the door, near whose threshold ACP sir was standing silently. Seeing his son turning towards him, he came closer to him slowly and said without putting his eyes in his eyes...
ACP sir: Abhijeet I am sorry! Main janta hoon ki main bohot bura hoon... jo kiya hain maine uske baad humare beech baat karne ke liye kuch bacha hi nahin... lekin please... is tarah bina baat kiye chup mat raho... yunh mujhse bina mile, bima contact rakhke door mat raho... main mar raha hoon beta...
Saying this he looked towards Abhijeet, helplessly. Abhijeet too was starring towards him with straight gaze. He was seemed to be a mere stone statue, deprived of any type of emotions and feelings. Realizing this ACP sir called him softly...
ACP sir: Abhij...
But he was unable to finish his word as Abhijeet shouted in anger... or in pain?
Abhijeet: sharam nahin aata hain aapko? Mujhe har tarike se khatam karke yunh is tarah mere ghar ke bahar natak karne mein sharam nahin aata aapko? Bohot maza aata haina aisa karne se? Kya lagta hain aapko ki aapke yunh kuch drama karne se hi main bhool jaunga sab kuch? Bahar aake gale laga lunga aapko? Lauta dunga khud ko aapke pass? Itna sasta lagta hoon aapko main? Agar mujhe pata hota na sir ki aap itna bura, itna swarthi hain, to CID join karna to door main kabhi CID bureau ke taraf munh uthake bhi na dekhta... aur ab aap yahan kyun aate hain?... aur kya chahiye aapko? Meri zindagi ko cheen hi liya hain aapne, ab kya meri jaan lena chahte hain? Jaaiye, bureau jaaiye, cases solve kijiye, press conference kijiye, awards haasil kijiye... aur jake un Headquarters walo ko kahiye kitni badi saza diya hain aapne apni officer ko unke khilaaf jake meri madad karne ke liye... aapki faisla na manke, mujhe begunaah saabit karne ke liye Daya ne jo kiya ths uski saza ki taud par aapne almost uski jaan hi le liya hain, yeh jake garv se kahiye na un logo ko... phir dekhna kitna khush honge woh log... unke saamne aapka sar ek baar phir se ucha ho jayega...jake press conference kijiye yeh kehke ki aapki team mein kitni discipline hain... yahan ek galti ki saza maut bhi ho sakti hain... phir dekhiye kitna naam roshan hota hain hain aapka!... yeh sab na karke har roz mere ghar ki balcony par pade rehne ki kya faida hain? Kuch faida nahin hain ACP sir... to aap kal se yahan aana bhi mat... agar aap mujhe kal bhi yahan, mere ghar ke saamne, mile na to main police bulake aapko bahar nikal dunga... jinke pass jake aapki so called izzat and reputation badhega, aap usi ke pass hi jaaiye... mujh jaise insan par apna keemti waqt barbaad mat kijiye please...
Saying this, he had grabbed ACP sir's hand tightly and firmly and pulled him out to the balcony. Then he just closed the main door of the house with a loud sound, with the intention of move away ACP sir for ever from him life, leaving a stunned ACP sir behind who was feeling that someone had shown him a mirror which revealed his greedy, dirty and egoistic face in front of himself.
A loud sound of lightning brought back both the passengers of the running car back into present, who were, coincidentally, sank in the same memory. They took a glance of each other, perhaps they just wanted to be assured of each other's safety, and then again turned their gazes towards the window. Being unable to tolerate this uncanny silence despite having two passengers in his car the driver turned on the radio gently...
Socha hain ek din
Main usse milke
Keh daalun apne
Sab haal dil ke
Aur kar doon jeevan
Uske havaale
Phir chod de chahe
Apna banaa le
Ab to jaise bhi
Mera ho anjaam
Ghum hain kisi ke pyaar mein
Dil subah shaam
Par tumhe likh nahin paun
Main uska naam...
It was a long week after that rainy night and nowadays it was a very busy time for the members of the Roshni Welfare Foundation as they would be soon visiting off to the villages of the Gadchiroli district, which were highly effected by the heavy rainfall going on since a week. They were too busy in collecting the relief materials, except Abhijeet who was not participating in any work of the relief as he was a bit upset. According to the contract, he was appointed to teach the children for a limited time period and that was ending within a week. This thought was making him upset as he felt that had grown a bond with the sweet children and the staff members within this little time period. Yes, he could offer to extend the contract but..
But the presence of ACP sir was making him think twice. Yes, his social services had really created a positive opinion about him in his mind, but it was not sufficient to break down the wall present in his mind. He still could not tolerate his presence around him.
The second thought which was making him upset was a bit strange. He was feeling a bit strange seeing the busy atmosphere of the foundation. ACP sir too was very busy in collecting funds from every sectors and supervising the purchase and packing of dry food, drinking water and other necessary elements, checking budgets, matching lists with the bought materials etc. He was feeling a bit awkward seeing all these. He was still unable to believe that ACP sir himself would go to the villages and would help them. Perhaps the thought that ACP sir's this kind, helpful image was not matching with the previous egoistic image, which he had stored in his brain since long, was pinching his heart.
Another thing which had attracted his notice that ACP sir was doing all these things silently. Not even a single media house was aware about this activity of ACP sir's NGO. How Indefatigably
he was working for affected people! How calmly he was organizing and supervising each and everything! Seeing all these things he himself did not know when his heart had begun to melt. Perhaps these sleepless nights of him, his so much concern for unknown needy people, his meetings with the disaster management teams despite being tired after the whole day long work in the bureau, had started to give rise of feeling for him in Abhijeet's heart. He was feeling that if that black incident were not there in them, if those previous mistakes of that man were not there between them, if Daya was there with them, then he would not have been sitting here silently, witnessing all those preparations from distance. He himself would have been participating in the works of this Roshni Welfare Foundation actively. He would have taken and been given many responsibilities.
But was it so smooth to forgive and forget the past so easily? No it was not. It was not possible to for him to forget that incidents, those blood clots! So he would leave this job after the end of the contract. Though he had decided it long ago but had not thought that it would be do difficult apply the decision in his life. He had been tied with a loving bond with these children in these months. It would be so tough for him to live without them. But was it only these children? Would not he miss anybody else? Would not his face come to his mind, for whom he was leaving this place? His subconscious mind always rose all these questions to him nowadays.
But he always had dammed the flow of questions and emotions, rather forcefully. He stopped himself, by repeating again and again that no, he could not love or attach himself with this man anymore. The man, for whom Daya and he had separated for an uncertain period of time, could not be forgiven by him. He rather made himself realize this repeatedly, forcefully.
He was thinking all these, sitting there in the staff room when he felt that somebody came and sat down on the chair which was just opposite of his chair. He looked up and discovered ACP sir was sitting there. He just remained starring towards him, silently. But today no hardness appeared over his face. He just looked towards him, with questions in his eyes, not any rage or hatred. ACP sir too remained silent for some moments and then said...
ACP sir: mujhe tumse kuch baat karni hain...
END OF THE CHAPTER
So what will ACP sir say to Abhijeet? Will Abhijeet really leave the NGO? If so, how will they reunite? Will they ever reunite? How? Will the wall between them be removed ever? What had happened in the past? How is Daya? Stay tuned to know more.
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