Finding the Lost Souls (Watty 2018)

HIS PAST ✔

The conversation happened in past are written in italics.

"Ishita I am not feeling like to have something. Please don't force me for the food." He kept the dish untouched and averted his face other side leaving her disappointed. Ishita looked at her husband with helpless eyes, she had an idea about the emotional mess he was going through and she knew the moment was not easy for him at all.

"Raman please." She pleaded and forwarded another morsel towards him.

"Ishita please. I don't want to disrespect the food. You have the food if you want but don't ask me."

"Fine, I will not force you then." She kept the plate on the coffee table and covered it with another empty dish. Raman who was looking blankly at walls od the room narrowed his brows after observing beware actions.

"What are you doing this? Why are you not having your food?"

"Because we decided to have our meals together. How can I eat when you're not having it." Ishita replied clearly pissed and unhappy with her husband behaviour.

"You mean that you're skipping your dinner from last two days? Are you mad or what?"

"Even i can ask this question from you Raman." Ishita retorted back forgetting the issue they were going to discuss.

"Stop arguing first of all. Don't you know how much regular meals are important for you? Mad woman."

"Raman what are you expecting me to do then? You You was not talking with me from last two days, you was avoiding me like a plague. You was crying, I was sad. Nothing was good in between between us we were not even communicating and sharing our worries with each other and now you're expecting me to have my dinner in such a messed situations?" Ishita confessed honestly looking at the ground. She didn't wished to remind the days she passed like counting seconds.

Her words left him shocked for few seconds. No wonder his wife never leave a chance to amaze him. They were away from each other but still they were together in the every seconds of those two days. He picked the plate dipped the piece of roti in curry and made her eat. He was glad that she took dinner from his hands with it making fuss. He served another roti for himself in the same plate and they finished the dinner in utter silence. As the time started to pass the clouds of worries started to fill there minds. Sitting beside her husband all Ishita was able to think about those photographs and girl stood beside her husband. She kept the soiled plate in the breakfast trolley and asked helps to take the casseroles back to the kitchen.

They were away from each other but still were together, at every second, at every moment. He silently picked a morsel and made her eat. She smiled at him while he took another bite and fed himself. They smiled at each other and silently started to took dinner. she arranged another eyelock with her husband who soon left the room leaving her confused on his actions.

Please murgun sab theek rakhna. Ishita clutched her thalli in fear, her fingers started to play with the gold chain of thalli thinking about the him and there future. Lost in her thoughts she became alerted when she saw him entering inside the room along along a bag. He came near to her and wrapped the thick shawl around her shoulders while he himself wore his jacket and ask her to follow him. She slid her hand in his and soon they were seated in the balcony of there room which was illuminated with two floor lamps. Continued to admire the foggy night of Delhi winters they remained seated quietly confused how to initiate the conversation. His tight grip on her wrist made her tensed for him and the teardrop trickling through his eyes left her worried.

"Raman please......I can't see you crying." She wiped the teardrop before it fell down. It's all my fault I shouldn't pressurise him for it. She cursed herself under her breath unable to see her husband weak and vulnerable.