Hum Bangalore jaa rahe hain. She said softly breaking the (un)comfortable silence which prevailed between them for the first time.
I know. He turned to her and said with a soft smile. He gazed at her intently as if trying to read her mind. With a soft sigh, he turned his eyes from her, towards the preparation of aarti which is soon going to start on the ghat.
Kahaan hum soch rahe the k hum farewell denge aapko par aap to humse bhi pehle jaa rahi hain. He added, carefully choosing his words while still keenly observing the preparation. People have already started pouring in for the proceedings. Some old, some young. Some with family, some alone. Some Indian, some foreigners.
The ghat has always been his solace. He has always rushed here whenever he is nervous or restless or sometimes simply looking for some me time. Despite the hustle bustle, the sound of the waves and Maa Ganga has always taken away his worries and given him hope for the future. But today he is already feeling the void. A void that isn't going to be filled up in the near future, or maybe never.
He already knew that once he'll be leaving from here, he is going to leave a part of himself. A part that he didn't knew existed 3 years before. A part that solely belongs to the person sitting beside him right now.
That very moment, he promised himself that he is going to wait for her. No matter what. No matter how long. He will wait for her.
Aap miss karenge humein? She asked, despite knowing the answer, she asked him this.
Uhhmmm. He replied, eyes shining with certain mischief.
Aap wait karengi humara? He said before she comes up with anything more.
She turned towards him, the pool of tears slowly making their presence in her eyes, and before she could have controlled her emotions, a traitor tear left her kohl-ed eyes. He carefully wiped the tear and nodded in no.
The shankh-naad in the background meant that the aarti starting and they stood up in their places, joining their hands and closing their eyes in order to feel the peace.
As the aarti neared its end, from far only, with both his hands he took the aarti and turned it on her head first followed by himself.
Why do you always do this? This gesture of his has always bugged her and today she couldn't resist from asking.
Tum nahi samjhogi Kaashi. He said softly with a sigh and led her to the exit.
YOU ARE READING
Kaashi
General FictionWith lots of dreams in her eyes and the blessings of her reluctant mother and enthusiastic father, she is here in the oldest city of India, the land of Shiva. He has grown up in this city, forever being in the limelight for one or the other reason. ...
