Just Ten Days

No good in goodbye

[[A/N] Okay so, after thinking a lot, I have made peace with one thing that I can't write anymore.

Anything just doesn't inspires or helps me to imaginate the situation, that I am writing. I was barely able to write these few words because I had to complete the story. Can't leave it hanging.

I will just complete my ongoings (the ones you are able to see on my profile) and then move on.

So was nice writing on Rikara and maybe in future I think of continuing. Meanwhile, I am still here, reading randoms, if you want to talk. My Instagram is open, where I will be just posting pics or my vids. Nothing much.

Thanks for the amazing journey. And don't worry, will complete the ones that are on my timeline.)

A little piece of hope that he had to get his family, when he was that big to imagine, just dusted away, right infront of him and he was not able to do anything but let that dust sweep off his hands. What else probably he would have done? He knew if he was there with her, he would have only increased his baggage and nothing else. He wanted her to live, because he never had a privilege to live his own.

He blankly walked down the streets, not knowing where to go. He had a plan to leave the place, tickets booked and all set and done; but he was not ready yet, and he knew that he probably won't ever be.

But he had to.

Walking down the streets, away from his home, made him realise that he probably was breaking every fibre of the thread, that had him attached to this place.

"Oh my God.." "oh poor man" "he seems old" he heard whispers nearby and turned to see where did the sound came from.

Little away he saw some people and when he broke through the crowd, he saw an injured old man. "Oh my God" he immediately bend down to check him. "Can anyone call the ambulance please?" he asked. "We did, it must be arriving" someone answered.

A while later the ambulance came. While no one was ready to go, he volunteered himself and sat in it, to the hospital.

"You are?" the nurse asked him. "Umm no one, I found him lying on the road" he answered. "Sir, we need details to fill the form" the nurse asked. "I will, I ... I just don't know anything about him. I guess we should search for his family, they would be worried" he suggested. "We can't do that until the police comes sir" the nurse answered.

Somehow it angered him "you mean you will let him die?" the nurse stayed silent. "I can't believe this... Fine, I am Omkara Singh Oberoi, now does that makes any difference to the situation?" the nurse's eyes widened as the doctor came rushing to him. "Hello Mr Oberoi, how can I help you?" she asked.

"I need that man..." he pointed to the room "to be treated immediately, and also search his family" he spoke with an authority in his voice. "Yes.. yes sir" the doctor rushed inside.

It had been an hour when he found a young girl, coming in; who happened to be the old man's daughter.

"Papa please... You can't loose. Mumma and me, we both love you. All we have is you... You can't go like that papa. You know mumma can't live without you papa, I won't be able to live without you" the girl said to his father.

"My child you have to. I have no strength left to fight anymore. I have to say a goodbye for good" the old man answered. "For good? There is no good when despite of having everything on her feet, mumma won't be living. There is no good when I won't ever get a sheild over my head. Where is the good in this goodbye papa?"

"You are here with us for a reason. A loss cannot be enough to take you away... Please" she cried. "My dear, if I die, at least you all would get the insurance money and live happily" the old man said. "Without you? You think we could live, thinking that all that money is your blood? You can't do that to us" she explained.

He didn't hear after that, he just sat in one of the hospital chairs.

"Sir, he wishes to see you" one of the nurses informed him. He frowned "alright".

"Are you the one who saved me?" asked the old man. He nodded, smiling. "Thank you son, for not letting me say goodbye. For giving me a chance to think of any good my goodbye had. Thank you for giving me a chance to know what my family wants of me. Thank you so much son" the old man said with tears.

"You are welcome" he smiled

'Was there the good in his goodbye that he thought?' Omkara asked himself looking infront of him.

She wanted to stop him, but wasn't able to. She had to let go, leave everything on God, and the faith... But did she trust her faith?

Faith, well you can call it something that was not close enough to let her take privilege of it.. she had never experienced a good side of it. But she wanted to, just for once.

She wanted to live, just for once.

But she knew it won't be possible if he didn't wanted it. And him not returning was clearly the sign of it.

"Hello and welcome to Aakashwani centre Mumbai. The rain is pouring and surely with something it has to say. Maybe with some tears. Tears of loosing. But is every loss a new beginning? Does every goodbye contains good?

With these thoughts I leave you with 'the scripts' no good in good-bye... Think about it... Maybe you are wrong"

All the things that we've lost
Breaking off comes at a cost
And know I miss this mistake
Every word I try to choose
Either way I'm gonna lose
Can't take the ache from heartbreak

Oh, but as you walk away
You don't hear me say

Where's the "good" in "goodbye"?
Where's the "nice" in "nice try"?
Where's the "us" in "trust gone"?
Where's the "soul" in "soldier on"?
Now I'm the "lone" in "lonely"
'Cause I don't own you only
I can take this mistake
But I can't take the ache from heartbreak
No, I can't take the ache from heartbreak

'What if it was all opposite?' he never thought of that side of the situation. 'What if it was the same with him?' 'what if the way he wanted his family, the same way his family wanted him?' 'what if all what he thought was wrong?'

Had he again made a mistake of trusting the words that came from the mouth, than from eyes? Had he made a mistake not seeing or reading those eyes again?

The answer lied with just one person. And he had to get it.