Metanoia ✔

20. Every End Is Just The New Beginning!

'Until next time,
Catch you on the rebound!"

Funny.Even before putting him to death, they fell into the trap.
A boomerang returns back to the person that throws it. This is what Karma is. In childhood, he was obscured to the untrustworthy, people who still and will live into their hideouts, into the earth.
Our own people, can hurt us, we never know when. He believed that maybe, a past that might have got reflected into this present,that might have turned out to give this pain.

Sometimes, things should be left within the hands that hold divinity. Let it do its work.

A long sigh escaped his mouth as,in the early morning, he stood within the embrace of the not so-polluted air. His hair,swayed with the soft morning breezes.
Crumbling the paper in his hand, that wrote the words, his dearest enemy gave, a thoughtful smile made down on his lips. The day he met him,for the first time, he left a small parchment paper in his hand. He knew the past, shall not leave them,easily but they couldn't let it affect their present.

"Goodbye.My Darling Enemies.
You left a beautiful imprint into our lives. God must be,so much innocent to y'all."
A cruel yet sarcastic smirk made on his lips. Why did they entered into an endearing life, a husband wife, were living into? He thought it to be a reflection of his Karma,maybe.

He walked back into the room and metophorized the dustbin as a black hole,dumping the searing torment, the paper casted back. With a hard expression, his gaze went over the walls.

"Every ending is just the new beginning."

The smiles, and laughs, still reverberated into his ears. He could do nothing but just to feel everything. Until,after many days, months and 3 years, he decided something. Something, he wanted,as of now.

Walking upto, the wall,he stood infront of their picture. All smiling.
He pulled it down and sighed. Tracing, his fingers on the frame,he recalled the days he spent,with her,when everything seemed alright.

Keeping it down, inside a carton, he pulled down each and every frame,hanged on the wall.

"Hang them, back.
Siddhant."
A female voice, he knew whom it belonged to, hit his ears. Her hand touched, his shoulder as he peeked down at her and then back to the frame,he held.

He bit his lower lip, thoughtfully as  she stood beside him. His gaze never left the photo frame, he held.
"You miss, her?"

Gradually, he nodded and she kept her head,on his shoulder.

"That, guilt will never leave me. It still, hits me, pangs me. Each second, I feel, what if,this happens,that happens. Unfortunately, no one has the right to change the destiny.

And yes! I miss her. I miss,this Avyakta. Alot!"
He whispered,with an excruciating pain,reflecting on his face.

"And what's with this, photo frames, that you are pulling down? Hun?"
He looked at the lady beside her, with some mixed emotions. He slid his hand on her waist, pulled her closer and made her stand before him. She felt as if pushed back against the small cupboard behind her.

His intensest gaze, could dug holes into her face. She could feel the deepness, those eyes held. Something, she saw for the first time. She stood taking support of the cupboard behind her. His eyes, never left the admirable messianic glimmer. Slidding his both palms down on hers, he moved forward.

"Let's start fresh.
New beginning. What say,darling?"
He whispered as a zealous smile,occured on her face.
"We will put, new and beautiful pictures of our journey, will have further, instead of these.
They remind me of...You know?"