12th October 2015 cont...
She was sitting staring at the twinkling lights of the cityscape outside when he walked in.
The room was as beautifully decorated as it had been the night he had brought her here after their wedding. Vases and baskets full of white roses cast a heavenly scent that filled up the suite, with muted lights shining on the tasteful decor.
Yet there was something not right. He sensed it the moment he walked in the door, the moment he saw her slight figure slumped in the lone chair by the picture windows, saw the abstracted look on that beloved face.
He knew, deep down, what the reason was for her abject pose.
He had known when she had avoided mentioning the subject in their daily chats, always calling him when the children were around, so that nothing private could be said. He had known when he had not been able to provoke any laughter in her, even with his most robust attempts at humor. He had known when the message she had left for him with the driver for him to come here was devoid of any romantic nuance, even though it summoned him for ostensibly a romantic escapade.
Yes, he had known. And yet to see her like this, to see the sorrow etched in her face as she faced her greatest demons, alone, shattered him into a million pieces.
How he loved her - passion such as he would never have imagined was possible engulfed him every time he looked at her. She had turned his life around, had given him everything, and he had not even been able to give her the one thing that she had craved and yearned for.
He stood by the door watching her, his feet rooted, his heart bursting with love and despair.
She must have sensed his presence for she turned towards him. And in that one look at her face, his knowledge was confirmed.
He could not recall running to her, could not recall how he ended up cradling her in his arms, could not recall if any words were said, could not hear anything above the pounding of his heart. All he knew was that she was in his arms, and the frozen look on her face had been replaced by utter despair.
He held her as she cried, rocked her back and forth in his arms as she sobbed out her sorrow and grief, and his own tears mingled with hers at the loss once again of the dream they had dared to dream together.
He held her until her tears were spent and she lay cocooned in his arms, her sobs giving way to the even breathing of sleep. He carried her into the bedroom and gently removed her shoes and jewelry. Her noticed with a pang how thin she looked and how much the trials of the past 6 months had stressed her, her forehead ridden with new lines. And yet she was still the loveliest woman he had ever seen, she still made his heart flutter with every look and his soul sing with every touch.
He must have fallen asleep while admiring his wife, for he awoke the next morning to find that his own shoes and jacket were off and he was covered with the duvet he had pulled over her.
But she was no where to be seen.
"Ishita" he called out, thrusting off the duvet as he quickly stood up. Where had she gone to?
He ran his hand through his hair, smoothing down the wayward spikes as he quickly moved into the living room.
She was sitting in the same chair he had seen her in the previous night, but this time there was not the same despair in her poise or her face. Instead she was smiling as she spoke in the phone.
"Haan woh aa gaye theh Mummyji. Hum shaam tak aa jayenge, aap Papaji se kehna woh Adi ko uski karate classes par chohdna na bhule please. Jee, mummyji. Okay."
(Yes he came on time Mummyji. We will be home this afternoon. Pleas remind Papaji to take Adi to his karate classes)
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