Trip to Love

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;p Anjanika \ Sanjana XD

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It must be really painful to lose them, who are everything to you. When Anju left for her collage I was so sad. But that separation was temporary. And here, Anju's parents are DEAD. I don't know how she manages to stay calm. I must say she is one hell of a girl.

1 June 1999.

This day was the worst day of our lives. This day Anju's family died in airplane crash. We were so small at that time. And today is her parent's anniversary.

Well all got ready and went to flower shop. None of us dared to utter a single word. The environment inside the car was dense.

We purchased white lilies and pink roses. Karam was driving the car while Deb was just gazing out of the car. Anju is also looking out through the window with the flowers tight and secure in her hand. Karam is driving and I am also trying to look out but I can't as I sitting in the middle of Deb and Anju. And Harsh engrossed himself in his phone to avoid any kind of chit chat with me.

It's been 29, 30, 31; three days since that kissing incident or almost kiss to be precise and Harsh is still not talking to me. I don't know what did I do to receive such a rude treatment. I was not the one who interrupted, nor was I the one who leaned forward to kiss. Rather I should be angry, it was I, who missed the chance to get her first kiss. Now I won't be able to cut this desire of mine from my bucket list for another twenty - twenty five years. What am I thinking! I should be thankful to Karam that because of him I didn't kiss that ugly bastard. Whom am I kidding? He is handsome as hell. Oh just shut up! I have totally lost my senses.

I look up to the car roof.

It's been whole seventeen years since their death. I just know that they died in a plane crash, and in these seventeen years I couldn't summon up the courage to ask Anju about that, neither did she tell.

I let out a sigh.

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Seventeen years. Seventeen years is a very long time. They died when I was five. I don't even remember the time we had spent together properly. Everything is a blur memory. I just remember the old woman. My parents, I hardly remember them, but the old woman, I remember her.

That day they had landed in Texas, United States. They went for some business trip, but never returned. They had another flight from Dallas/Fort Worth International Airport (DFW) to Little Rock in the United States.

Me and my grand mom were anxiously waiting for their phone call, which never came. It was nine o'clock in the morning. It was time for the telecast of my favorite show. I switched on television and was flipping through channel. Grand mom came with a cup of milk and I left the remote and ran to her. The channel were I had left was a news channel. It was showing about some random news when a breaking news flashed, it was about the American Airlines Flight 1420, I still remember the details. The plane had crashed, and 11 out of 145 passengers died. And two among them were my parents.

It took away my family before I could bat an eyelash.

Even their bodies could not be perceived.

At first I didn't even understand what had happened. But my grand mom did, she had cried for several hours, which landed her in ICU. She had and heart attack later that day and had to be immediately admitted in the hospital. She was my world. I was not attached to my parents, but I was, to her. She explained me everything that had happened, I had cried, I cried loudly. I asked her not to leave me but all my requests were useless. The doctor said it was not possible. I was shifted to my chachu and chachi's house. And soon the news came that my old woman, even she left me. That was the end of my happiness.