CONTRADICTED LIVES

Chapter 25

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Abhi was sitting on the couch in his living room. He was thinking about something when someone barged inside the house with burst opening the door.

Sm1: i hate u dada....i hate u to the core...u left me...u left me just like that...i hate u...

Abhi: Ashu.......

Ashu: haa...it's me...i am suffering here all alone these years and here u are enjoying ur luxurious life....how selfish u are dada....i hate u....

Abhi: ashu...i am sorry bacha...

Ashu: i don't want u...i hate u...

Abhi: i am so sorry....please listen to dada once....

Abhi: Ashu...ashu please....please listen to me once....please dont go...don't go leaving me again...please....he pleaded to the retreating figure crying....

Abhi: ASHU.......he cried out loud thrashing around on his bed.

Smitha ma came rushing into his room. She saw Abhi having some sort of nightmare. From the words she could understand it was about his brother. She rushed to him and tried to wake him up.

Smitha: Abhi...abhi bacha...wake up....it's nothing....

Abhi woke up with a jerk and breathed heavily when tears rolled down his cheeks. Smitha cupped his cheeks.

Smitha: it's nothing baccha....it's ok...

Abhi: ma....it was Ashu ma...he said..he said he hates me ma....he is suffering somewhere....he said I left him to suffer alone for this luxurious life....he hates me ma...he cried hugging her.

Smitha: no Abhi...u didnt left him bacha....it was the situation....u are not at fault...even i have some part in that fault but not even one percent of ur fault baccha....she tried to calm him down.

Abhi: ma....we have to find him ma...he said he is suffering there....my ashu is all alone ma...he needs me...i am sitting here simply not doing anything when he is suffering there....he cried again.

Smitha: we will baccha...we will find him ok...i have promised u right....ma will get ur Ashu to u definitely....give me sometime baccha...now don't cry please....she said wiping away his tears.

Abhi: ma....i couldn't saw the face of him in my dream ma....what a bad brother  am i....i couldnt even imagine how my brother will look like....but...but his voice was so familiar to me...like it was i am hearing it everyday....

Smitha: may be it's because his voice is the only thing u have with u as his memory...she said looking at the tape recorder which was kept on the side table.

Abhi looked at it and took it in his hands and played it.

Voice recording.

Sid: everyone says that i don't have parents....yes i don't have but...but i have my dada....my dada is everything to me...he is my mumma...he is my papa...he is my...my DADA....i love u dada....i love u...i love u....i love u sooooo much......

The voice of a 7 year old siddharth came from it. It was a recording which sid delivered speech on mother's day function in their school. At first Abhi was not ready to let him go to school on mother's day as all the other children's mothers will be there and sid will be felt lonely there. But for his surprise his little brother delivered a speech dedicating to him on mother's day. And that was recorded by the school that day.