Sid:- maa wo... wo....
Sana:- biji chale gae maa...
There came Sana's stern voice. No expressions, No emotions.... Broken... completely broken....
Rita maa:- kya? Ye.... ye kya bol rahi hai beta tu? Ye....
Rita maa was shocked hearing this. She kept her hands on her mouth.
Sid:- maa sumbhaliye... ye he sach hai... wo nai rahe ab...
Sana eyes were swollen. Even a bath could not fresh her up today. Rita maa hugged her.
Sana too hugged her back and started crying. But that was just for a few seconds. She broke the hug and whipped her tears. And then cleaned maa's face. Holding her hands in her She softly spoke.
Sana:- maa please... na roen... me itni majbut nai ki akele sub sumbhal lun... apka sath chahiye mujhe... mummy ko nai sumbhal paungi... please meri himut bnne ap... abhi to baat mummy papa ji aur bau ji ko bhi btani hai...
Maa firmly pressed her hands.
Rita maa:- mere bache... tu chinta mt ker hum hain tere sath hain...
She then brought her head down and kissed it lightly, letting her lips linger there for a few seconds. Her eyes again started watering. This time sid held her shoulder and directed her towards mummy papa ji's room.
Sana:- mumma...
Sana standing on the door mumbled. Pami maa turned back and was horrified seeing Sana's messy state, Rita maa's crying face and sid's red eyes filled with tears.
Pami maa:- Sana putter ki hoeya?
Pami maa came forward and held her hands. Papa ji too followed her.
Papa ji:- putter kuch taan dus... ae... ae... ki haal bnaya tusi sareyan ne apna?
Sana started crying again. Sid held shoulder.
Sana:- mum...mumma... o... biji... mumma.... biji....
She hugged her mom tightly.
She could not form words further. Pami maa was too shocked too register her words properly. Whereas papa ji was about to fall down just when sid held him in his arms.
Papa ji:- biji... biji kya Sana? Putter teri chupi dra rahi aa menu... biji kya putter?
Sana spoke form pami maa shoulder itself.
Sana:- papa ji... biji chale gae... hum... hum sub ko chodke chale gae.... biji chale gae papa ji....
Pami maa bork the hug and looked at her in a shock.
Pami maa:- hain? Ye... ye... kya mzak hai sana.... ye kya bakwas ker rahi hai tu? Biji ke bare me essa kese bol sukti hai tu?
Rita maa stepped forward to hold Pami maa's arms turning her towards herself.
Rita maa:- pami smbhal apne apko.... Sana sach kehe rahi hai... biji chale gae.... abhi phone aaya thha husptal se...
Pami maa jerked her hands and came out of her grip. And papa ji fell on bed with a loud noise.
Papa ji:- bijiiiii.... aaann hhhaaannn... hhhaaannnn.... bijiiii...
Pami maa:- ye... ye nai ho sukta... wo esse nai ja sukte... wo mujhe beti mante hain... mujhe bina btae wo kahin nahi jate.... wo see kese chalen jaenge fir... nai ye... ye bilkul nai ho sukta...
Right at that moment sid received a call from hospital asking to come and take the body. He looked at Rita maa and spoke.
Sid:- maa humme hospital jana hai... mene Neetu ko call ker diya wo bus pohonchne wali hogi... ap tub tuk maa ko sumbhalen... hum dekhte hain agge ka kya kerna hai...
