The Unfinished Poetry √

Part Twelve

Disclaimer : The facts here are fictions as well.

" Deva! Deva!!!!!! " 

Devasena springed up to find, she was lying unconscious on the sofa, and Avanthika bent over her with a glass of water she mostly was sprinkling on her face.

Devasena stood up straight, and stared terrified at Avanthika. Avanthika, utterly surprised and exhausted, came forward to hug a stiff Devasena. She kept murmuring, " What's wrong Devasena? Why are you behaving so strange these days? "

Slowly, the hug soothed Devasena, she relaxed and the very next moment her arms passed around Avanthika. She couldn't doubt the girl who always took care of her like a mother. She suddenly hated herself for behaving so drastic.

Avanthika said she was in the washroom when she heard a scream. She rushed out only to find Devasena lying unconscious on the sofa, blabbering something illegible.

All Devasena remembered was she losing consciousness after a loud noise, mostly having a feeling of death. She could however understand it to be a momentary illusion as an aftermath of a story having their namesakes.

However, Devasena knew she had seen a ring. And that was too clear to be an illusion, and yet nowhere to be seen, to be true.

Devasena however didn't at all tell Avanti about her visit to the historian, because she didn't want to be judged again by her. She rather asked for sedatives. Avanthika took them almost regularly.

When Devasena woke up it was five in the morning. Avanthika lay fast asleep, she mostly had stayed up late for her thesis. Devasena however couldn't waste more time. She had to rush....to the man in question.

" I leave for London tonight. Work calls. "

Amarendra lit a cigarette with Devasena's permission. And she still was not able to convey what she knew. Moreover, now this drastic announcement.

She stared as if thunderstruck, while he stared somewhere else.

" You leave tonight? " , utter surprise mixed with distress marked her voice. To this Amarendra looked into her eyes.

"Devasena, I know I should stay.. I know I should help you. But....is there a use? I can tell you everything. I know anyone can...like historians maybe? Like books maybe? But....that's not how it works you know. Unless you.... "
Amarendra stopped. Devasena grabbed the sofa cover. She felt a turmoil inside and that hurt.
" .... Unless you believe things by heart, unless you hear things happen, see everything I had seen..... "

Devasena blurted out... " how do you know I'm the Devasena you're looking for? Just because I have her face and by chance her name? " , Devasena knew very well it was much more than having just a face or a name. But...how could he know how she felt?

Amarendra fell silent. Devasena continued. " Amarendra was Devasena's husband. I know! But that doesn't just connect any Amarendra and Devasena!!! "

Amarendra sat still for a long time, creating mountains of impatience within Devasena.

Then he stood up. " that's why I leave. We shouldn't live in the past. Should we? You never did. And I move on. You're free to leave. "

Her impatience now flowed down her cheeks as rivers. He kept staring . She stood up and walked close to him , her breathing fastened once again. Her jaws firm, she uttered, " since I met you, I'm living in something I don't have an answer to. If that is my past, you are responsible for pulling me back. Now... You.... Cannot...leave me drowning. "