TERI DEEWAANI

His Memories...

Prachi :

It had been 2 days that I was staying in my room and was disconnected from this world.

Yug was calling me from two days, as all the media reporters and journalists wanted to take my interview for winning the music award but I was not interested in facing them.

I sing because He wanted me to sing and I sing to express my love for him.
Kushaal always motivated me to pursue my interest in music and he used to sit and listen for hours, in front of me when I used to do my vocal practice.

I was thinking about him when I heard my phone ringing again, and it was Yug on the caller ID. I finally decided to respond to him.

"Hello, Prachi Bhabhi, where are you, all the TV channels, Famous Magazines and newspapers want to take a short interview of you, and all the social media platforms are flooded with the Congratulatory wishes of your fans and followers." Yug said in excitement as soon as I recieved his call.

"I am sorry, I was not feeling well for two days and I am still a bit tired to face the camera." I said.

"What; you were not feeling well, why didn't you told me about it, Vaibhav also did not told me about your health when I called him." Yug said.

Vaibhav and Yug were best friends from school and Vaibhav followed his career in medical line and became a successful Cancer-surgeon while Yug persued his career in Music and Became the best Singer, Music Composer and Music Director. He is a very popular name and face in Music and film industry with millions of Fan followings specially a lot among them as Fan girls.

"Don't worry Yug, it's just a mild headache and some weakness, nothing serious." I said.

"So, do you want me to cancel all the interviews?" He asked concern fully.

"No, there's no need to cancel all the interviews but will you please postpone it to next few days. I will myself tell the date of interview." I said and he agreed.

I disconnected the call and went to take a shower. After shower, I was searching for a decent saree to wear when My eyes went on the red saree that he gifted me.

I took out that saree and wore it in the same way he like me to wear. I stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself, I was keep looking at the mirror when I saw him smiling at me through the mirror. He was looking at me in the same romantic way that he always used to look. He winked at me and then opened his arms for me to run into his arms, it was all in the mirror.

I blushed and smiled shyly and happily turned around to hug him but there was no one in the room, that smile suddenly vanished from my lips realising the fact that he was nowhere but just my hallucination.

The vision in front of me became blurry and that's when I realised that there were tears in my eyes.

"Even if he is not here but he is all over my mind, He comes as a hallucination to me but I am happy that I can still see him through this still feel him, maybe this is the reason that is keeping me alive, his hallucinations.

I heard a knock on my door and opened the door to see a cute little princess standing in front of the door.

" Prachi Aunty, you're looking so beautiful just like my Mom." She said in her sweet voice.

I laughed lightly on her words and picked her up in my arms, she was just three years old but way too mature to compliment someone, just like her Dad.

"So, who's more beautiful according to you, Me or your Mom?" I asked her and she had a confused expressions on her face.

"Well if you ask me I would say you are more beautiful but if you will ask my dad, he will say Mom is more beautiful." She said smiling and I can't help but laughed heartily on her words.

I came out of my room with her still in my Arms, and went towards the hall.

"Sia, here you are and I was searching for you in the entire house." Riddhima said to Her.

" Mom, I was bored here so, I thought to go and meet Prachi Aunty." Sia said in her childish voice.

"Wow, it's only 10 minutes that we are here and you are already Bored." Riddhima Asked her, with shocking expressions.

I smiled and put her down from my lap, she giggled and walked towards her Mom.

" How are you Prachi? I heard the manly voice and looked beyond Riddhima. There was her Husband and Kushaal's childhood best friend Aman.

I nodded and smiled at him, he stood up from the couch and walked towards us. " Prachi, this is for you." Aman handed over an envelop to me, take it as a gift for your success.

"Congratulations on your success. I knew you were going to get the filmfare award." He said with a smile and then took Sia from Riddhima's lap to his and walked out towards the garden.

"Prachi, can I ask you a question?" Riddhima turned towards me and ask me.

I nodded.

" Do you still think that Kushaal is Alive?" She asked me and I was taken a back.

"Because Aman still thinks the same, he has this false unshakable belief that his best friend Kushaal is still alive somewhere and he will return soon." She added.

" Although I have tried infinite times to make him understand that Kushaal is not anymore with us, but it all went in drain. He has nothing to do with the world who thinks that Kushaal is dead. He still talks about Kushaal, his likes, dislikes his choices his favourite food, his memories, like he meets Kushaal everyday." She said.

I could see her eyes were glistening.

I knew she was right, Aman was the one who have still kept this expectation that nothing has happened to Kushaal and he had fought everyone who tried to make him belief that Kushaal is dead.

And somewhere in my heart I support Aman, I like how he always takes a stand for his best friend even in his absence. I want to take a stand for Aman as well because people thinks that he is insane and have started to ignore his talks about Kushaal but I cannot deny him. Even if it is a delusion, I want to live in this delusion like Aman, I just want to believe that nothing wrong has happen to Kushaal and he is alive somewhere in this world and someday he will comeback to me when he will not be angry anymore.

Riddhima kept talking for a few minutes but my mind was focused on that envelop which Aman handed over to me.

What can be in this envelop? Aman knows really well that nothing matters to me at all unless and until it is related to my Kushaal. Does this envelop carries something associated to My Kushaal, My love...

I need to open it soon, the desperate lover soul inside me was pinching me to open this envelop as soon as possible but I cannot open it in front of Riddhima.

Finally when Riddhima left me to meet Daadi maa and Mamma, I came to my room and locked the door.

I went towards my bed and opened the envelop as fast as I could.

And soon my eyes were blurred to the level that I could not see clearly anymore, tears dropped to the pics that I had in my hand which were contained in that envelop. Those were Kushaal's childhood pics and the pics of me and Kushaal laughing, talking, and posing with each other. I remember it was from Aman and Riddhima's wedding which we both attended.

Although it was Aman and Riddhima's wedding but for Me and Kushaal it was the starting of our love life with each other.

I hugged those pics near to my heart and went in the flashback....

The time when we were miles apart from each other even in the different cities, different States so unknown from each other but it was my destiny which made me run to him...!!!
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