Dastaan Jo Likhun

Ch 1. In Limbo

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Limbo is a state of transition, especially between land of the living and dead. 

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Ek albeli, sitting and gazing at the serene yet mighty river by the bank. Her hand constantly stirring and playing with the water to mar her own reflection, because she did not want to see. 

See her tears flowing down, and be reminded of the pain her loss has caused. If only things were different.

Better.

Peaceful.

Waiting for her ride as she did everyday for the rest of eternity, while her companion stalled. 

'Typical!' She scoffed. 

Not that she had any qualms about her surroundings, just that she felt lonely. Alone without her family, without her heart, without her own identity. 

You do have to leave all that behind when you die. Waiting for the next ride, to the next destination before your memories are stripped away too. 

The scenery was similar to her Rishikesh. Flowing river and boat rides. The sun beaming near the horizon, in a magnificent shade of peach. Just all empty. 

No seasons, no weather, no life. 

She knew all of this because she had been observing it for what felt like two lifetimes. But while you waited, you also get to comb through life one last time, through the memories of the loved ones still left behind. 

And what she saw made her more remorseful, sad and rageful for what her family had to face through. She did not want to lose any of them but lose them she did. 

In the beginning his grief was all she could comb through. She knew that he could never open up his heart to another like he did for her. That she was in his thoughts every second of everyday. 

Losing hope and fighting against all powers of her will to go back. Be with him. Be with her son, her princess. 

Her face that haunted him, became his only solace through a friend. But while her journey ended and she had to wait, he could enjoy life and learn to love again.  

For himself, his family, their children.

It was soothing to her soul to see her son find the love and care again. Her daughter to grow up with a nurturing mother. Devaki would never envy Yashoda and just like that she never envied her.

"Sirat." Beautiful soul! The only one who managed to repair that mendhak and her family.

And for their children to grow up with a sibling, who was fiercer, more possessive and protective of all she held dear. Just like her brother. 

Watching them grow together as a family, with the life she envisioned for herself was pleasant. Beauty of the limbo she was placed in. 

While she had lived her life with love, laughter and loss, she always wanted them to live the same way. She laughed when they loved, smiled at their antics and cried at their losses. Never once feeling sorry for the pain her mortal famiy had to go through. Until that dreadful incident .

"Hey Ganga Maiyya, apne mere hisse ka sara dukh unko kyun diya?" She cried out. 

Her questions went unanswered like they always did. What else could she expect ?