When The Heart Lies | ✓

[17]

"We value it the most when it is already lost."

Shrey looked up from the little chit, his eyes already seeing a smiling Sakshi writing it in front of that nurse. He could very well hear her speaking in her sweet voice. His gaze fell back down to read more.

"But you are lucky enough to not lose it yet, Shrey." He gulped, and remembered how that time he was tip-toeing out of the room to walk towards the reception from his ward, so he could get to know if the well-wisher was there. He clearly didn't care if his cousin had approached therapist for him.

Breathing softly, he read further, "Your life. Your hope. Your soul." His eyebrows furrowed as a rush of pain he felt through his nose. His emotions were getting unbalanced. He gulped, "I remember the moment when you had said that you want to make your mother happy. You said that she never had a sister and now not a daughter. She wishes for a daughter and you want to fulfill all her wishes and dreams."

"How can you even dare to leave this world without giving her that happiness, Shrey?" His jaw ticked as a shiver ran through his spine. The worst moments of his life, of that night turned his blood cold. He started dwelling in enormous amount of self-pity.

But he still wanted to read ahead, "I still don't know if you did what they say."

Shrey widened his eyes and closed them immediately. "Oh my God! She too thinks that-" He stopped himself from drowning in utter sorrow. This was his last hope. He couldn't just let this try get wasted.

"But there is a part of my heart which tells me that I should leave it on you. Any person who committed mistake craves a chance to rectify it. Every person who is innocent, begs for a chance to prove himself. Then why don't you give yourself a chance and do it? Prove yourself?"

Shrey shook his head. "How, Sakshi? How?" He sighed heavily.

Biting his lip, he felt like folding the letter and not read it so he won't feel hopeless. Because Sakshi was telling him to do what he had already tried. She didn't have the idea how deep it was. The situation was not just a bad circumstance. It was a disaster that damaged all his world.

He had no hope left except for a way to survive which was to just ignore the case. Still the letter in his hand felt so heavy and precious, he couldn't ignore it.

He slowly read each word, "We all are connected. If someone die, someone else loses his or her heart. Without you, your parents would be devastated. Why would you ever do that to people who brought you in this world, Shrey? Think about the people who live for you."

"Do not hurt them, Shrey." He swallowed. "Be cruel, be ruthless. Or be shallow, be shady. Be kind or kinder, greater or greatest. But not a loser."

"I don't even know why I wrote it for you. Maybe, moments later I would regret doing it. But if this immaturity as used to taunt me for it all the time, saves your life than I don't care. If these words fascinates you, then I won't stop playing this game. But all I wish for you to achieve your goals and prove yourself. There's so much to come, Shrey."

"A granddaughter for your mother," he chuckled to himself.

"Damn!" He rubbed his forehead in thought, smiling crazily and imagining what was she even thinking while writing this. But it was adorable.

"Or maybe, vacations in Havana." He let out a laugh. "She remembers everything."

Lowering his eyes, he sighed. "Even the stupid things I had rambled to kill time with her," he muttered to himself in extreme guilt.

"There's so much to come, Shrey.

The justice. The new reputation. The bigger happiness. And a great life.