It has stopped raining. Darshan goes inside his room, and stands in front of his closest. He opens it quietly and took out some papers. He took those papers and goes to the balcony.
Some of those papers were hand written letters and others were hand written cards.
Darshan looks at one of those letters and smiles painfully. He sighs, "You wrote this letter and left....."
~3 years ago~
It is a bright sunny Sunday morning. Sunlight is peeping through the glass windows of Darshan's bedroom.
"Good morning love", Darshan wishes while yawning. He adjusts his eyes to the bright sunlight. He was expecting his 'love' to be beside him, sitting with a grumpy face and complaining that he should have woken up early.He was searching for his wife- Diksha. Both of them were college friends and they were inseparable. Soon they realised their feelings for each other and confessed that. And their bonding was beyond words.
But surprisingly that day he did not find her. He sees one year old Divya sleeping beside him. He places a few pillows beside her- just like protective, caring father he makes sure that his daughter sleeps well.
"Diksha...", Darshan calls in a somnolent voice. He goes to the balcony to find her. But she is not there. He checks the other rooms, but did not find her.
"I hope she is not cooking today. I don't want to die this soon! God, please have some mercy on me. I don't want to experience her dangerous cooking skills today! I don't want to ruin my Sunday morning."Darshan cooks really well but Diksha is just his opposite. She does not even know the ingredients properly! Once, she tried to cook but ended up making a full mess in the kitchen. So since then, Darshan does not let her step inside the kitchen. He feels that Diksha's cooking skills are horrible, and honestly it is actually not good at all. Initially Darshan was eager to teach her how to cook properly and even wanted to taste her food. But gradually he understood that cooking is definitely not Diksha's cup of tea! Darshan had even expressed that her food was so tasteless that one would surely die after eating that!
Darshan walks inside the kitchen, but he finds no one. He is about to leave when he finds a cup of coffee and a letter kept on the table.
He opens the letter, and reads,
'Dear Gabbu,
Good morning. Please drink this coffee. I have made this. I know it is tasteless, but please keep my request today. So have it first...and then go to your studio'
-DikshaInspite of knowing Diksha's knowledge of cooking, he drinks the coffee. He is impressed by her sweet gesture and he simply could not reject Diksha's request. When he did not find Diksha in the house, he had assumed that she was out for some work.
He went inside his studio and saw another paper kept on his desk. Strange!
He said to himself with a puzzled face, "what is wrong today? Why are letters kept here and there!"He sits on the chair infront of the window and starts reading the letters.
'Dear Darshan,
I know when you will be reading this letter, I won't be at home.'The very first line of the letter sends shivers down Darshan's spine. He is so impatient that he reads the line before reading the full letter. And the last line makes him speechless.
'Hope we don't meet again', he reads.
"No...no..Ahhh...no I should not panic....let me read the full letter", Darshan says.'Dear Darshan,
I know when you will be reading this letter, I won't be at home. Gabbu please don't misunderstand me. I did not want to leave you just like that. Please trust me. Believe me, I had no other option than leaving you. I'm sorry... Don't waste your life trying to find me. I cannot say why I had to leave you....and all the best for your career. I am always there for you. Focus on your career and make your dad proud. I know Divya will cry if she doesn't find me beside her. But from now you will have to take care of her. Be strong Gabbu. Take care..........And I love you Darshan... take care. Hope we don't meet again..........'
- Diksha
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