Broken Relations

Pain makes you stronger

15 years later
Isha's pov

The sound of the alarm made me close my eyes a little more. I turned the alarm off and slowly opened my eyes. It was 4 o'clock. I wake up everyday at 4 o'clock. I sat up a little lazy, folded my hands and whispered: "Thank you, Bappa."

I always believe that it is really necessary to be grateful for the things I have. Even for the simple things like waking up everyday. Ofcourse I have many complaints with my life. But I also know I have to be grateful for everything I have now.

I then stood up from the bed and made the bed. After that I brushed my teeth and drank some warm water. After that I started my yoga excircizes. Waking up 4 o'clock and doing yoga became my routine since I was 18 years old. Yoga had many benefits for the body and mind. It kept my mind in peace. When Ishan became 8 years old, I also thought him to wake up early and do yoga, because it was good for him. Shantanu, Ishan and I would do yoga together, while everybody was sleeping. I really miss those times.

Every time I do yoga, I remember those moments and it feels like they are right here with me. My precious people, I love them so much and I miss them so much. After I was done with my yoga excircizes, I rested for half an hour and took a bath.

I then got ready for college. It was still 5.00 am. So I had enough time, because college starts from 9.00 am. I wore a blue saree, put a little jhumka on and tied my hair in a bun. When I was done getting ready, I went to the kitchen to make myself some breakfast. I turned the radio on and started to make the preparations to make my breakfast. It took me a 30 minutes to prepare my breakfast and to put it in a tiffin.

While putting my food in the tiffin, the song lag jaa gale came on the radio. This song. It brought up a lot of emotions in me. I remembered the last time I hugged Shantanu, how I cried on his shoulder. Could I ever do that again? There were many times I needed a shoulder to rely on, but there was no one.

Paas aaye ke hum nahi aajyenge baar baar
(Come close, I won't come everytime)

Baahein gale mein daal ke, ham role saar saar
( Let us cry while hugging)

Aakhon se phir yeh pyaar ki barsaat ho naa ho
( Maybe we don't get the chance to cry together like this)

Shayad phir iss Janam mein mulaqaat ho naa ho
( Maybe we don't meet again in this life).

Indeed, would we meet again? Would I see my husband and son again? Do they still love me? Do they miss me the way I do? Or have they moved on from me? I don't know. The only thing I know is that I have hope. I have hope that I will meet them. That they will support me.

My son, he is now a man of 25 years. A young, handsome and cute man. He ofcourse became longer than me and Shantanu both. I missed everything of his growth. Time had snatched that every dream of me. To see him becoming successful, to be there for him when he was sad , to be there when he was happy, every single dream was left broken.

But I still had hope. I still wanted to meet him, to spent the time what's left with him and Shantanu. I was disappointed with Shantanu. In 15 years he never called or even messaged. I knew how Ishan looked, how we was now, because of social media. But Shantanu didn't have any social media account.

We didn't have each others number, so we couldn't message. I couldn't go to the Bhosale mansion, because they wouldn't let me meet Ishan or Shantanu. But why didn't Shantanu come to meet me. He knew the reason I left.

Didn't he thought that I might need him? Or did this distance make him forget me? I don't know, but I am disappointed with him. But that didn't change the fact that I missed him, I loved him and I needed him. But I wanted to keep this emotions hidden. I don't want to share this to anyone, because most of the times you are the one who gets hurt, when you share your feelings. I only trust Shantanu with that, and I know Shantanu is the only one who knows how much I love him. I still remember the day I went back to Bhosale mansion, with the thought and hope that the distance between my son and husband should be gone forever.