"You okay?" Ali softly asked as we had about 4 more hours left to reach the train. I am going to refer to it as the train. The main source of all these afaat!
"Yeah. I am." The answer came more like a question as the words slipped off in between us.
"Honestly I meant, Sammy." Honestly, I had no clue. My mind, body, and heart were hurdled with hundreds of things. Giddiness, apprehension, excitement, downheartedness, and realization. That hit like bricks when the call hung up about 11 hours ago in the drizzles of London street. All I knew was to run. I had to run. Run to catch the train. Run to catch the thing I planned to avoid from my life, but I guess fate had different plans. And here, I am running towards it.
"I don't know." The words slipped out as a whimper. "I mean, the initial moments were all about giddiness, and slowly as I am running towards it, I am not so sure anymore. Should I go there or rather am I even wanted there?"
Turning to the left, I wiped the lone traitorous tear. Being vulnerable was what I feared. One thing about Samreen Waheed was that she is strong and having cracks seemed scary. Having to run towards trains seemed crazy and absurd back then. But now, all those notions were out of the window.
"Sammy, I know all these what-ifs are terrifying. Your mind stops, you stop breathing, you get nervous, nauseous, cranky." Chuckling at the last bit, he resumed again. "Yet it makes sense cause it is one big thing. But rest assured your heart is beating. It is for this one whole reason, so just have some faith in that."
Letting those words sink in, I had a replay of what I missed for the last six months. Those six long months. I never knew days and nights could be so long and so akeela. Never knew time could go this excruciating slow and nostalgia to be so overwhelming.
Ali didn't say anything after that. Rabeya was long asleep. She is such a sweetheart. Tagging along as soon as I was down with a mini-breakdown at the door of their house.
"Thank you." Seeing the scene, warmed my insides. Rabeya with a hand softly caress her bump, even in her slumber, her fingers didn't stop to give the twins the assurance of their mother being there.
"Dosti mein no sorry, no thank you." He simpered as I joined in.
(No need for sorry-s or thank you-s in friendship)
Maybe it was the first time in the last 11 hours, I beamed with such lightness.
Who am I kidding, in 6 months, this was close to the lightness I had felt before.
Glossary:
1. Afaat- Mishap
2. Akeela- Lonely
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