I remember your voice

Part 7

"It doesn't always have to be your face, your voice hold the warmth of home too"

i woke up early before the time i usually get up , but i kept laying their with my eyes open and darkness still over it , keeping them open or close doesn't make much difference although, something in my chest was dropping the thought of being to shiv temple after a decade i never been to that place since the accident the place where i used to find myself everymonday , in front of figure with whom i used to share everything, the thing i used to trust most in the world, i used to do his every fast fight with everyone who used to refuse existence of my favourite god, i used to fight with everyone that he exist cause i can feel the presence of him , i follow every thing his devotee should do walk on the path of truth and honesty , being kind , never cheat anyone and always wish good for everyone cause i used to belive he exist he can see me , that he must have felt proud of me , that he will standby me like he always used to do, but i was wrong hell wrong he don't exist, if he exist he would have come when i was lying half dead in that accident when i was screaming and shouting for someone to come when i believed that my parents who were lying in next ward to me will survive, i was chanting his name with every breath i was conscious in even when my mind went blank i was still chanting his name unconsciously when i wake up and couldn't see anything i was still chanting it wishing it all would be just nightmare and nothing else, cause this is how i used to do, i used to chant his name every time i was nervous and he used to make everything right but he turned blind eye to it that day he didn't listen to me nor did he come, i was confident that everything will be right everything will be ok that he is just testing my patience , i was stupid because i believed everything will be right only because it was Monday , only because it was his day and only because he can't be this cruel to me i trusted the only god i used to belive him i trusted him since i was 5 years old with everything it was his day Monday when my parents died \

, when the person I used to love broke up with me and marry someone else it was his day when I become blind and couldn't see my parents for the last time, I was angry and disappointed everything with him, and coincidently it was Monday today, again his day when I have to visit him the god my everything I left seven years ago the one to whom I don't follow anymore and I don't believe his existence anymore I did everything opposite of his teaching I stopped being a good girl who used to be on his path cause he doesn't exist either the path I hate him, I loathe him

I heard a knock on a door and then it slightly opened up the anklets kicking sound brush my ears and I could tell its rani,

"didi get up you have to go to visit the site today "

she spoke as she took steps forwards today, on finding my eyes already open she paused in between her words

"Why didn't you woke me up when you were already awake, you should have called me "

she felt guilty for something I did she did that a lot, and I hate that a lot

"I just woke up, that's why '

I lied cause its difficult to explain to her and its difficult for her to understand the words that revolve around me in my world

she helped me to get ready and then leave me in the room to cook breakfast, I was dressing when meera barged in and start talking about the project by the time we reach the dining table rani had already cooked breakfast, meera still kept talking sometimes I listened to her sometimes, sometimes I zoned out I was just thinking about something when my phone started ringing

'it's an unknown number"

meera spoke from very close to my ear

"she picked up it for me

"yes, yes I am her assistant how can I help you"

and after a while, she forwards the phone in front of me

"he is Mr. Malhotra's son he wants to talk to you"

I took a phone from her and before putting it on my ear I clean my mouth with a paper towel and place it on the table

"yes Devika speaking"

"hi miss devika, its sidharth"

the husky voice spoke from the other end and I felt a shiver run down my whole body, I have heard this voice before, but where "

I went through all the visual and nonvisual incidents in my life but not even in one i remember hearing this captivating voice

"yes, how can I help you?"

i hide the curiosity in my voice and try to find out the prime reason of the voice for blessing her ears

"i am Mr. Malhotra's son i heard that he appointed you to deal with his new club matter

"yes he did"

I continued the conversation

'i've tried to talk to him but he doesn't listen to me so I have to approach you in the end, do you know how many people will be homeless after construction of that club will start and you know too he will be just selling illegal drugs in the name of the club there and mostly the population of that city comprises of youngsters, miss Devika

he will destroy the youth you know what will happen, if

" Sorry sir, i am not capable of providing any kind of help to you, I advise you to reach directly to your father

she cut him in between which hold him off-guard

"I thought you could'

"i think I said i can't, you are wasting the time of both of us

and she hangs up on him

she handover the phone to Meera

"that was rude, you shouldn't have hung up on his face, he sounded like a gentleman, gosh that voice "

meera seems flattered while taking it from me

"cut the nonsense"

i said while swallowing another piece

"what nonsense by the way who he was, i never heard about him"

gosh why she is not stopping asking about him

"he was Mr. Malhotra's son"

i answered anyway

"oh my god it means he is rich too, do you know if he is single or not"

her voice was raised with excitement

'none of my business"

i finish my last bite and get up from the seat and she too when

"and not yours too"

i cleared in case she have some wrong scenarios dancing in her brain

'if i will stay with you I will die single"

she laughed

" may be, i will not regret saving some poor creature from you"

"not funny "

' like you "

and then we leave for the site, the sun was at its best and was shining and burning like it will be its last day to send its light to the earth

'why is it so hot"

meera complained while we make our way from the car to the area where the slums were located the car couldn't drive any further, therefore, we have to walk in order to meet those people they were already informed in advance about our arrival and the meeting where we will represent our offer was being taken place in one of the well-built room where some local people and the head of their community was meeting us

"what do you think they will change their mind"?

"not sure, but we have to change it "

as soon as we entered the area the smell changed from