Solace

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5000 words, tell me if it's too much.
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I recalled a conversation I had with my father a few years ago. It was the day of my twelfth-grade farewell, and I was happy—genuinely happy. Partly because I was nearing the end of my financial dependence, something I had always despised.

If there was one thing I had ever truly loathed, it was that sense of helplessness—when the strings of my life felt tied to someone else's hands. I yearned for freedom, for the ability to steer my own course.

That day, my father told me something that stayed with me: "When every second feels like it burns too fast, leaving only embers in its wake, it means the moment was fire—consuming, unforgettable, and achingly brief."

Now, standing before the kitchen window, gazing at the lawn, his words echoed in my mind. He was right. I realised it now, because I was having the best time with my husband.

It had been a week since my husband and I completed the Greh Shanti Pooja and removed my wedding bangles, marking the start of our new life together. Just two weeks ago, we celebrated Raksha Bandhan with our family.

After the Raksha Bandhan celebrations, Mausaji revealed that they were planning to move back to India. As he grew older, he longed to spend the rest of his life in his homeland, surrounded by his people. He shared that they were considering settling either in Mumbai or Delhi.

To prepare for this chnge, Mausaji and Abhi planned to travel back to the US to wrap up their affairs, including selling their property. While Mausaji intended to return to India soon after, Abhi would need to stay behind to complete his law studies.

The sun was slipping beneath the horizon, painting the sky with hues of amber and purple. Outside, the kids were heading home, and the birds were retreating to their nests. Yet, my husband was nowhere to be seen.