The winters were brutal and the people were happy for the sun to show up early. It was a Sunday afternoon when Vihika arrived at her home.
She had taken a bus at 6 in the morning and by 12'o clock, she was waiting for her parents to open the door. She kept pressing the switch of the doorbell, she knew her mother hated when someone rang the doorbell more than twice.
"Coming", her mother shouted and Vihika prepared herself for it. She pressed the switch one more time to annoy her.
Vihika heard her mother opening the door.
"Surprise!" She shouted the moment her mother was visible.
Her mother saw her in shock, and couldn't believe her daughter's arrival.
"Namaste Ma", said Vihika touching her feet.
Her mother now was in a pool of tears, she looked at Vihika for a moment and then pulled her in her arms, not daring to lose the grip on her.
"My child, my child", she cried kissing her cheeks.
"I missed you, Mom. How are you?"
"Now, I'm fine", said her mother and Vihika kissed her on the forehead.
"Where's dad?", her mother beckoned her to the living room.
"Good afternoon sir", said Vihika imitating a police officer who was her father's best friend.
He looked back in amazement but the look changed into a vulnerable one with watery eyes.
Vihika went straight into his arms.
"I missed you so much dad", she cried, for she felt safe and protected again.
"I thought you would never come".
"No dad. I've been stupid, but I'll always come".
He kissed her forehead and smiled heartily at her.
"You're handsomer than ever", she complimented and he laughed.
"Aging like a fine wine, ain't I?"
"Of course, you are", she laughed.
Vihika talked a lot, and heard a lot, but didn't dare to tell them anything yet. She debated with herself a lot, the happiness on their faces put a full stop to her swirling pool of emotions. She decided to give herself a few days before speaking the truth.
Tired of her journey, she went to her room to rest and the first thing she did was to text Kritika that she's reached her home safely.
A week passed but Vihika couldn't sum up the courage to talk to her parents. One day, after dinner, when they were watching TV, her mother asked.
"How long is your break, Vihi?"
"This is the right time", said her inner voice.
"Ummm, Mom actually... I'm not going back", she sighed.
Her father studied her under his gaze and her mother stared, sensing her troubles.
Vihika took a deep breath and told them about her break-up and everything.
She's always thanked her parents for creating an environment where she can say anything without the pressure of being judged or scolded and with the assurance of being understood. Her parents always kept an open approach and has accepted the changing time with open arms. Vihika felt eternally grateful to it.
"Come here", said her father and there she went, just like she used to when she was a little girl. His protective arms will solve everything just like they did when she was young.
"First love hurts, my child and it's okay", said he. Her mother had joined them on the sofa and there the family talked about lost love in a bear hug.
Vihika knew at that moment that she'd taken the right decision.
"Take your time and find what really is for you", said her mother.
"Yeah and till then, we can go for a trip", said her father.
"I want ice cream", said Vihika.
"Let's go and have Matka Kulfi", said her mother. Both Vihika and her father laughed at her because it was her favourite thing to do to eat Matka kulfi at every sad, happy moment.
Everything was going fine except for this one hurricane that was still ruining her happy moment. She knew she had to face this if she desired peace. So, without wasting more time, she dialled his number.
"Hello", he said in a monotone.
"Hey Ekansh"
"Say"
"I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry for putting you in my agony. I'm sorry for running away. I'm sorry for ruining the perfect date one could go", she said dejectedly.
"It's okay"
Vihika knew not what to reply, there was silence on both sides. She wanted to say something but nothing was coming out of her mind.
"Well then, umm bye", said he.
"I'm in Chittorgarh now with my parents", she blurted out.
"Enjoying your break?", he asked awkwardly.
"Actually, I've left Jaipur".
"Oh!"
"Ummm.. the Chittorgarh fort is a place to visit, its heritage, and history is just awesome".
"I'd like to visit it, someday then", Vihika smiled at him.
"I can be a good guide", replied she.
"Ekansh?"
"Yeah?"
"I'd really like it if our paths cross again".
"Me too, we can run together", he laughed.
"Yeah! We can", she laughed with a feeling of lightness in her heart and a word was gliding in her head "guide, travel guide".
Content
The hurt, and pain is still there,
It was a big part of me,
And now I'm left without it.
It isn't like everything has changed,
But the good news it
What should've changed is changed now!
Back in the familiar arms
In the magnificent environment.
The smiles floating in my heart,
Making me form one too.
A new love might bloom in future
In this dreaded castle, you left me in.
But right now,
I'm content,
Happy,
With the love that surrounds me,
And the acceptance which is around me.
~ @in_a_serene_reverie
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Broken Beyond Repair
RomanceVihika, a 24-year-old girl born with a silver spoon with everything she could ever wish falls in love only to understand what heartbreak actually is. Will she be able to overcome her heartbreak or she will further drown in unexpressed grief and ove...
