Truthfully Yours

Chapter 6

After a month..

           I was standing infront of her burial. I kept the flowers over her cemetery and caressed it imagining it to be her. A lone tear escaped from my eyes but I shouldn't cry. Mom always wanted me to be strong.

I stood up to leave but I saw a man standing at a distance looking at me. I walked to leave but he stood infront of me blocking my way.

I'm now in Uttar Pradhesh and I'm not familiar with anyone as I've been in Mumbai for half a decade. Since mom died, I didn't go back to Mumbai.

He was having a short smile but I was tempered with that. What does he want ?

" Hi Shakti.. I am Vansh ", he said as my grandparents reached to us.

" Vansh Singhania ", he said and I was shocked. Singhania ?..

" What ?? ", I said.

" Yup.. you old people didn't tell him about me ? Not even your daughter ? ", he asked to my grandparents but I turned him up to me.

" Who are you ? ", I asked.

" Son.. I'm your father's little brother. Your chachu ( uncle ). But im just right years older than you.. ", he said shaking his head and laughed. What ?? He look so young to be my uncle.

" Leave it.. how are you ? I saw you for the last time when you were just 10. Then I went abroad to study because your mom wished for it. She considered myself as her brother.. as her child. Now I got a message of her death and nothing will ever be this miserable", he said with tears and hugged me. I was shocked to react. He patted my back and cried a little.

" I don't know why this God snatched all my dear ones.. ", he said pulling away dejected. I felt those words had put up a meaning for myself too. Whom do I have now ?

     He started to leave from there. I watched him as he drove his car away. I looked at my grandparents who were so shattered.

" Grandma.. is that real ? ", I asked. She looked at me and nodded sadly.

" Who else is there without me knowing them ? Why do you hide everyone from me ? ", I yelled as my cousin, Prakash walked towards me.

" Tell grandma.. why do you hide him from the truth ?? Tell him.. he have all his rights ", he said.

He's my uncle's son ( mother's older brother's son). He too lost his parents and God knows how. Why is my own family hiding a lot from me??

I've known him from childhood but we lost contact as me and my mom went to Mumbai. I saw him when he came for my mother's condolence. He's staying here from then.

" Prakash!! We can't tell that.. ", Grandpa shouted at Prakash but i yelled at him back.

" He just reflected what I thought. Why do you take my right if knowing my truth ? ", I yelled. They didn't reply.

I just walked away from there to the haveli. I went to my room which was before been my mom's. I thrashed everything in the room to the floor. I don't want to stay here anymore.

I started to pack my bag. I opened the cupboard to pick up some if my mom's stuffs because I need her deliberately.. atleast her commodities might give me some if her feel. I looked at her blue saree which was always my favourite on her. She's always my angel.

I hugged it and felt her presence in there. Mom.. I love you!! Can i come to you ?

I opened the side drawers to see sleeping pills. Will it help ?? Whatever.. I can't live without her. I took it in my hands but I didn't open it as another thing caught my sight. It was a..

Diary !!

It was too old. The entry started on 12th June 1990. I looked at the calender now which showed 12th July 2014.

24 years and a month..

The thing which got my eyes was the little diary. It looked too old. The corners of the diary was burnt. The ink of the letters was speaded but it wasn't too much.

I took it in my hands and saw the first page to see Madhvi Mehta written with my mom's cute handwriting. I must say it looks like a child's handwriting. I smiled with tears and dropped the pills away to look into it.

Why didn't mom carry this to Mumbai ??

I sat on the bed and started to read which gave me wierd feelings. My heart wrenched by reading her heart out. My poor mom must have went through a lot.. because of me!!