Without You(#Based on It Was All My Fault)

Without You

THE  KICK

I was in the nearby shop buying veggies.

"Bhaiya yeh pack Kar dijiye"I said handing him 50 rupees.

I was going back when my eyes fell on a toy shop,where a beautiful doll was put infront as show piece.

With my slow steps I went towards that shop.

I adored the doll for a while when I turned the price tag to see the price.

But the bold Rs 680 printed on it got me to keep the doll back in the same manner as it was placed before.

I was leaving when I heard a squealing voice from behind.

"How my God Vikas it's so pretty.Agar humari beti huyi toh she will love it",said a voice from behind.

I turned behind just like that to see her.

There she was,a women of probably 25 with a young man beside her.

Looking down,her belly bump was clearly visible.

Her hands held the same doll I saw a few minutes ago.

"Yeah she will.Bhaiya yeh pack Kar do"he said to the shopkeeper.

"Kitne huye?"he asked to which he told the price.

He gave the money and it was given nicely in a poly bag to his wife.

I kept looking at them going from there.

My lips curved into a smile unknowingly....
We would have been the same if it wouldn't have happened.

I continued walking holding my back with one hand.

Reaching near my house I found the eyes gawking at me with disgust.

The womens were looking at me with an odium and I knew the reason for it.

Avoiding them I went inside my room.

In the evening I was getting bored so I switched on television for a while.

I was sipping coffee while watching TV.

There played a news regarding The Great Randhir Singh Shekhawat.

He came on stage and took his award.

He went to the mic and....and I felt something,something in my stomach.

A pain,It was a damn kick.
Oh my God my child kicked.It kicked for the first time after seeing his father.

I smiled sadly while a lone tear made way through my eyes.

I wish you were here Randhir.

Yeah his father,he was his father.

The one who abandoned me with this child.

The one I loved the most but now i hate him the most.

For he is responsible for all my miseries.

'Randhir Singh Shekhawat,I will never forgive you.I hate you'

Please come back Randhir....
Please I miss you!

And here he went down not before giving a flying kiss to all the girls out there.

And it kicked.
It kicked for the second time and again the reason was it's father.

I cried on my fate for it won't have been this way if that competition wouldn't have ended the way it did.