HEY GUYS...AGAIN BACK WITH A VERY SILLY ATTEMPT...THIS ONE IS UPON THE REQUEST OF NIKITA DI..(MYSTERY PRINCESS) AFTER THE "ABHIJEET KA INTEQAM" SERIES...(sorry for being so late...and i really hope u won't regret after reading this...)
GUYS DO EVEN READ THE FIRST CHAPTER OF "THE TALES-AS HEART TELLS"...MISSING MANY OF YOU OVER THERE...(are you all not liking it?...plz do tell...)
ANYWAYS...NOW HAVE A HAPPY READING...
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The door swung open, and a 6 ft giant entered inside the room with darkness welcoming HIM...HE has seen darkness before...the kind that makes the street look like an old fashioned photograph...everything in a shade of grey...
BUT...this one isn't like that...this is the darkness that robs HIM of his best sense and replace it with a paralyzing fear...HE only know his eyes are still there because...he could feel himself blinking...and small tears of 'missing someone' intending to come out imperatively...
The room which was always filled with naughtiness and moments of jubilation was silent today...the silence in the whole environment was so cold as if the autumnal air creeping through an open window...was bereft of any wind...even the leaves outside hung limp until they fell of their own accord and there was absolute silence...
The silence was not only prevailing in the room, but also in HIS soul...HE could feel the chill in his blood...and coldness bringing the synapses of his brain to a stand still...yeah...that part of the brain, endured with only pain and convalescence...the same part, which never allowed HIM to sleep through the night without the anesthesia of false hopes...
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There were times...when...HE couldn't even spend a single minute without him…
There were times...when HE just wanted to give him a tight hug...assuring that he was always there for him...
There were times...when HE spent the entire day, just by sitting idle...and longing for only one voice to scold him off...
There was a time...when HE thought he will be there with him till his last breath…
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BUTTTTTTT...It all changed with the devastating event...HE lost everything which he valued the most...
the pain was immense...It took HIM a while to realize what the actual problem was...and why was HE dying inside...but finally HE did...It was not because HE lost everything at the same time but...it was due to the absence of 'someone very special' who was not beside HIM...to assure it was all okay...
There was hatred growing inside HIM day by day when HE saw a smiling face...inside a glassed frame...and HE wished if HE could forget that smiling face...which taught HIM to live and love HIS life...But couldn't...
HE wished to hug and cry on the figure's cold shoulders...to prove at least HE had some emotions left within...But couldn't...
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As days passed by HE was successfully ignoring every stuff related to the FIGURE...yeah...the same FIGURE who taught HIM what friendship was...and ironically HE was the same one who also taught HIM to bear the pain and helplessness of losing a friend...
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DAYA jerked off all these shitty thoughts from his mind...and tried to bring HIS heart rate down...below the level of ''rabbit in a snare'', which was throbbing hard...BUT couldn't, because the pain of missing his HALF SOUL was way greater than that...
This was not at all new for HIM...every time HE set his foot in this particular room...and there's someone special missing...these thoughts automatically came bouncing off to his mind...and the struggles for ceasing them, even failed each time as the heart paradoxically permitting them...
with the assurance "ek kaam kar...thoda soch le...woh kya hai na...anjaam ne dukh diya hai...warna yaadein to pyaari hi thi..."
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FLASHBACK:
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"his body fell to the ground, the warmth of life stolen by the cold embrace of death...the impact of his limp, the lifeless body was synced with the wails of his friends, who were watching closely, hoping for a different outcome...
his brother sprinted over, forgetting the fatigue in his swaying legs from the on going battle, desperate to find any remaining flickers of life in his half soul's body, but met with cold silence..."
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DAYA woke up from the deep slumber...with a loud shriek "ABHIIIIIIIIII"...
HIS heart was beating fast and there was a buzzing in his brain...which was just like a flat battery...with the exertion of the night being a marathon track for the nightmares demanding solution...
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without even wasting a single second...HE rushed towards ABHIJEET'S room...and found HIM sleeping peacefully...but instead of being relaxed HE felt something different...and for the time being, that feeling couldn't be named which was gushing through HIS nerves...
While walking out of ABHIJEET'S room, his eyes abruptly fell on the window pane...which was shaking vigorously...HE walked towards it and found, the emergence of STORM...which came as the opera of the skies, the instruments determined to sing out, the trees and grasses as their percussion...even the rain came in orchestrated rhythm, appearing as the master of the scene yet arriving on unheard cue...
From within his home it gave a surging rise to the heart, calling out that sixth sense of some unknown fear gripping tightly...
DAYA:(murmuring tensefully...)ABHII to so raha hai...lekin woh sapna...kahin use kuch hoga to nahi...(jerking his head...and assuring himself...)nahi nahi...yeh main kya soch raha hun...use bhala kuch kyun hoga...woh to acha bhala ghar pe so raha hai...
(smiling at his own thoughts...)DAYA babu shayad aaj kal jyada kaam kar rahe ho isiliye ajib se khayal dimag mein ghumte rehte hein...(teasingly...)aur ghumenge bhi kese nahi...RAVAN aur MINI RAVAN ke pariwar ke jo sadaysya ho...to awaiyeen bekar si cheezein to ghumenge hi...
(getting back to his room...)chalo chalo bhai abhi so jao...warna kal subhe pared karwa denge dono baap bete...iss chote se bacche ki...
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BUT...was it only a dream...or was just a small part of the harsh reality which THEY all were gonna face tomorrow...
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the first orange hued rays of sunrise kissed the dust laden rubble with the same loving care as the undertaker...making everyone prepared for the upcoming challenges in their lives...because the soft rays which would have brought warmth to a new day...only acted to solidify the reality of what they are gonna lose...
even the wind ran as if it has been restrained for time out of mind and...was determined to outrun any chaser...it just sounded like a strange song, as if howling yearning for a melody...and the trees too joined in the unfolding scene, as if the change...was going to be a very painful one...
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If the dining room isn't a place of fun, you aren't doing it right...that's what the members of the villa firmly believed...it always carried a happy vibe interwoven with the aroma of the meal together...and the hearty childish chaos upgraded it even more...
BUT today the entire domain was silent...as the youngest one of the family was lost in HIS own thoughts...maybe thinking about the last night's happenings...SO ABHIJEET and ACP started the snubbing session to refresh everyone's mind...
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ABHI:(with a naughty wink...)DADDD...aaj ghar mein thodi jyada shanti nahi hai...
ACP:(surprisingly...)hannn...bhai mere kannon ko to vishwas hi nahi ho raha hai...ki dining table pe aaj bina kisi ladai ke mere nawabzade beth ke khaana kha rahe hein...
DAYA:(getting out from his trance...and joining in the session...as didn't wanna give the later ones...any clue about the occurrences...)aur woh bhi jab bade miyaan ka fav breakfast ho...aur woh iss chote se bacche ke plate se khana na chine...(naughtily...)kyun hai na DADD...
ACP:(sharing a hi-fi...)bilkul sahi pakde ho chote miyaan...
ABHI:(annoyingly...)hunhhh...dono ke dono mile hue ho...bass bahana cahiye meri tang khichne ka...(giving a small slap on his beary bro's head...)aur janab aap...aaj kal thoda jyada mazak nahi sujh raha hai...ainnn...
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Nothing stays the same, it all gets crushed...it all gets broken...It all passes with time...Only the moment you're in, has any meaning...and this is what stays with you for the rest of your lives...
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AND this is what, it happened here...one phone call...and the nightmare HE was having the night before actually turned out to be the greatest of high definition movies in his life...as the blackness came into the scene HE very calmly watched himself being erased with his BROTHER nd HALF-SOUL…
and when HE opens his eyes sees nothing but...the only evidence of being, is the steady thump of heart and the cool air in the lungs while the soul completely distrait from the body...
the phone fell from HIS hands with a THUDDD...while HIS brain stuttered for a moment...and the world around HIM stopped right there....BUT...this was not the right time time to think about all those stuffs because...now each and every second mattered a lot...as Death doesn't wait for you to be ready...It comes and takes you along with it...As the right time arrives...
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So without wasting any single moment, DAYA rushed out of the beuro...towards HIS ''LIFELINE''...who might have been struggling hard on the deserted road...with just a single hope of being rescued or just having the desire of meeting his HALF-SOUL before the departure from this eternal world...and few words re-bouncing in HIS ears as...
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"HEY DAYA...RESIGN KAREGA..."
"ABE MOTE...KITNA KHATA HAI RE TU..."
"JAB TAK TERA YEH BHAI ZINDA HAI NA...TAB TAK KOI MUSIBAT TERE TAK NAHI AA PAEGI..."
"AWWW...MERA CHOTU TO BADA HO GAYA HAI...KYUN..."
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the old father...who was till now trying to show himself very strong with the pseudo mask of being THE ACP PRADYUMAN...was actually very broken from inside with the fact...that HIS son was lying on the abandoned road...with 3 bullet wounds...
HE shivered badly with the thought of losing his two sons...yeah two sons...because if one is gone then the other one's soul would be gone with the pyres of the other...and few words re-bouncing in his ears too...
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"CHACH DADDD..."
"DAD AAP BAHAR JAIYE...NAHI TO...HANNN...NAHI TO MAIN MEIN APNE AAP KO GOLI MAR DUNGA..."
"I LOVE YOU DAD...YOU ARE THE BEST..."
"DAD DEKHO NA...YEH MOTA MUJHSE KESE LAD RAHA HAI..."
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"PLEASEEE..." begged a helpless father in front of the lord...as cold tears fell uncontrollably down his cheeks..."PLEASE bhagwan mere bacche ko kuch mat karna...pleasee...mein nahi reh paunga apne ABHII ke bina...(helplessly...)mere pe na sahi...lekin aap please use apne BHAI ke khatir lota dena...pleasee..."
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and yet another part of the same family...was lying motionless on the isolated road...maybe counting HIS last breaths...
many of us think death as the opposite of life but only a few valiants like HIM consider it to be the part of their lives...because DEATH is always there, following you as a shadow lurking in the darkness....
the only things you re-count as the DEATH nears you...are the moments of togetherness, happiness and oneness with your family...but not the materialized stuffs, on which you spent the entire life upon...or not even the moments of sorrow...pain...ego...and anger...
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the entire life-span of HIS own came dangling in front of the eyes which were intending to get heavier with each passing second...but few words filled with immense love and concern started playing in HIS mind...trying to wake him up...
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"BOSSS...TUM NA SABSE BEST HO..."
"OHH BHAISAHAB...WOH MERA CHOCLATE HAI..."
"ABHIII...YEH TUM HAMESHA MUJH JESE CHOTE BACCHE KO PARESHAN MAT KARO..."
"WAHH...MERA BABY TO FIRST AYA HAI CLASS MAIN..."
"I AM PROUD OF YOU MY SON..."
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Like a silent yet faithful companion, HE waited...And waited...to get a final glance of HIS BROTHER and DAD before leaving the eternal world...and at last the wait came to an end as a car halted at some distance...and few people swarmed all over HIM...trying to help...and then HE realized they wanted to save HIM...
If HE could have...HE would definitely had they could tell that it was far to late for HIM to be saved...yet they were like children...naïve to the darkness of the real world...the despair and suffering of the world that took everyone is soon gonna embrace HIM too...HE would soon be joining others in the heavenly abode...
but what if...again the invocations of HIS FAMILY would collectively defeat death as they every time did...came a question in his mind...
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HE jerked off all those thoughts from his mind...because the only thing HE wanted to do now, was to live those finite coil of HIS life to the fullest...as maybe later, HE would not get a chance...
HE could feel his body getting lifted up by two pairs of hands...which had always offered a warm...familiar...yet two strongest support in HIS life...and the happiness within HIM crossed all boundaries...because dying in the hands of your loved ones...is the best gift ever, which could be presented to you...
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ANDDDDDD...The pain that once burned like fire had faded away to an icy numbness...black filled the edges of HIS vision and the only thing HE could hear was HIS own heartbeat...even now the breath came in ragged...shallow gasps...and HE finally closed HIS eyes with some unknown satisfaction pasted upon the face...
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DAYA came out from the trance in a jerk...as a loud ringer of phone...reverberated in HIS ears...
HE glanced at the caller id...and the eyes which were till now brimming with the tears of missing someone...got replaced with immense happiness...BUT before HE could say something after receiving, the later one initiated boiling in anger...
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VOICE:(gritting HIS teeth...)kahan the sahab itni der tak...kitni baar call kar chuka hun...lekin agar phone ek hi baar mein utha liya to...hume chain nahi mil jaega...(getting only silence...)aab sahab kuch bolenge bhi ya maun vrat rakhne ka irada hai...hann...
DAYA:(with a naughty smile...)kyunn BOSS...tumhe apna gold chain mil gaya kya...
ABHI:(annoyingly...)basss...bekar ki baaatein karwa lo janab se...(heard some muffled laughter from the otherside...so queried again...)hann hann...thik hai...jyada dant mat dikha...aur yeh bol itni der se kidhar tha...
DAYA:(assuringly...)kuch nahi bass...tumhari yaadon mein khoya hua tha...(mischievously...)akhir koi pareshan karne wala jo nahi hai...ghar pe...woh to acha hua DCP ne tumhe DELHI bheja hai meeting ke liye...warna aaj ghar mein jo tumhari favourite Biriyani bani hai...(fake sadness...)woh to tum mujh jese chote se bacche ko khane hi nahi dete...
ABHI:(with a small laugh...)hann hann...challis saal ka chota baccha...kyun...
DAYA:(denying...)jee nahi...39 years...8 months and 24 days ka...(and here continues the same stupid fights...over some really silly stuffs...BUT with boundless love...care...and affection...)
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Who said, there's nothing called MIRACLE...when you have a good support system like your family and your friends around you...
if a figure, almost dead with three bullet shots could revive...only because of those selfless and immense faith showed by HIS loved ones...which not only succeeded in snatching away HIS life from the lurking hands of death...but also giving enough boost to continue HIS life, as same as before...
then there's nothing IMMPOSSIBLE in this world of materialistic thoughts...the only thing you need to do is BELIEVE upon yourself...
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HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED IT...
DO READ ND REVIEW...SILENT READERS TOO...
I WOULD PROBABLY BE UPDATING "ALIVE BUT DEAD" NEXT...I KNOW YAAR I AM GETTING LATE...BUT I CAN'T HELP...TILL MY EXAMS GET OVER...SO A VERY BIG SORRY TO ALL OF YOU GUYS, WHO ARE WAITING FOR IT...(but I think it would be coming within next 2-3 days...)
TILL THEN BYE...TC
