𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐍: 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬

40|| 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐊𝐒𝐇

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I had never met a soul who could speak my language. until there was you. you, are fluent in me.

~lonely.penguin

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SAUMAYA

"Gudiya, is Prasad ready beta?" I switched off the stove and looked at Maa nodding my head and she came to pour the prasad of kheer in another bowl.

I looked at her face and could see the dried tear marks and the blackheads under her eyes were telling her story.

Since the time we had came day before yesterday she is the same, lost in her thoughts. And I know she misses Papa everyday but every year during his birth anniversary or death anniversary she misses him a little bit more.

Because this day reminds us the loss of that one important person in our lives. The man, who stood strong for all of us, did so much for us and never asked anything for himself.

And one day, it's just took few minutes for him to leave us. And no matter how we tell ourselves that time will heal, some loss never get healed. Not after six years or sixty years.

And losing the love of your life is the biggest pain one can survive. I am realising this now after being in love with My Aksh without whom it seems impossible to live now. And thus whenever I looks at Maa and see how strong she stood after Papa, made me respect her more. Knowing that somewhere one day her all three children would get busy in their lives and all she would be left with memories, she never fell weak.

"Gudiya," I was bought back of my trance with Maa's worried voice as she looked at me, "Everything okay bache?"

I smiled a little at her and bobbed my head in yes and took the bowl of prasad outside to keep it in the home built temple.

Walking out I saw Aksh was cleaning Papa's big picture which was to be kept in hawan and was putting garland on it.

I kept the bowl in temple and stood there looking at him, who was now checking all the things needed from the list with Aayush.

Every year it was me alongwith Aayush and Dhiri who used to keep check on such things. But this time, nothing was same. When he called himself as son of this house, he dutifully did all the things a son does.

From all the arrangements of hawan, bringing things from the market with Aayush to helping me in making the flower garland for Papa's frame. He stood with me at every step.

"If your Papa would've been alive, he must've felt so proud for getting such a husband for his daughter." I looked at Maa who stood beside me staring at Aksh with a small smile. And then I looked at Papa's photo, and I so agreed with Maa.

He always used to say that he will find the best man in the world for me. And maybe, it's him who sent literally the best man for me.

I smiled with the thought and looked back at my husband who looked at me the same time and raised his brow to which I just shook my head a little and he gave me a smile before going back to his work.

Soon Pandit Ji arrived and we all took seat around the hawan kund, with Aayush performing the duties. Me and Aksh sitting behind him and Adhira and Maa on our opposite side. It has always been is four every year, because we do it for Papa's soul and never did anything big, except this time even Aksh was here. Everyone's eyes were fixed on Papa's photo as if he was smiling at us.