The Mistake

34. Yashoda

Dear Gentle Readers

Without wasting any more time here is the new chapter.

But. First is Meera's Mother's point of view. It doesn't matter if you agree with her or not. But this is how she feels.

Jitni dafa dekhun tumhe
Dil Dhadke zoron se
Aisa toh kabhi hota nahi
Milke ghairon se

Yashoda

Every time I look at this house. That once was our home. A beautiful home in which I had imagined growing old with him. Have kids that we desperately wanted.

We would teach them how to walk. Their first word. The day we will drop them to school for the first time and so many first.

That happened. But.....

The only difference is that none of it happened in the house we dreamed of spending our entire life.

The only difference is that we just had Meera. Our little miracle who fought all odds and became the only source of hope and light in both our lives.

And not to mention, we are growing old, just not together.

Even after twenty-five years. Just the thought feels like someone has jabbed a knife in my throat and twisted it.

I still couldn't believe I had spent more than half of my life divorced. When just like every other girl, I did imagine a happily ever after.

At the same time, I look at him cooking in the kitchen, and it feels like nothing has changed. I am still that girl who fell in love with him. Asked him to marry me. Or should I say forced him in a way of sort and was disowned by my family.

Still, I was happy at the end of the day in his arms. He loved me and I loved him. And that's all that mattered to us.

I still love him. And he still loves me. But we aren't together anymore which breaks my heart.

I wish we could go back to the past and erase that day from our lives that turned our world upside down. But that would mean overstepping my self-respect. That's all that's left of me.

I swore that I would never come back to this house. But here I am. Not a single thing in this house has changed. Everything from the furniture to even the paint on the wall. (I know he made sure to paint with the same colour. ) The photos on the wall that he has added of Meera are an addition.

I cried the first time I stepped into this house after so many years. It felt like all the memories came crashing down on me. Consuming me. Every when I looked I saw us making a memory.

It was just him at home. Thankfully not Meera. He sat by my side. He didn't ask a single question and hugged me in the end. When no tears were left.

" Shouldn't we eat dinner after Holika Dahan?" He asks. " Or before whatever you say." He adds.

" Whatever the kids want," I say hiding the tears in my eyes. His gaze instantly finds mine, and within an instant, he is by my side.

" What happened? " He asks, cupping my face in his palms.

" Nothing, I was just thinking about Meera," I say, which isn't a complete lie.

" I couldn't believe she was engaged. To none other than him of all the people. " He says.

" Will you just get over the fact now? She won't remain your little girl always. And it's Madhav." I say keeping my head on his shoulder.