Chapter 11: Good News, Bad News
Days were passing very slowly for both the families since the time Mishti gained consciousness, which happened just a few hours after Abir left for Champaner. Kunal had taken a break from office and had started to visit the hospital twice a day, all the while keeping Abir informed of the progress in Mishti's health, doctor's update and so on via text or call. Even if Mishti did as much as lift a finger, Abir was among the first to know it.
Abir was equally divided – half his attention was always on the phone, awaiting a message from Kunal. Ketki was a great help to him, Abir realized when he reached his school in Champaner, for he found a lot more big and small problems to be dealt with, apart from the plot.
It was three days since Mishti was gaining and losing her consciousness, a very normal behaviour of a patient who was just out of coma. Even though it had freaked the family out, the doctor explained them to keep patience, not just with this, but with every initiative Mishti tries to take in the coming days; trying to move her limbs, trying to speak, her food intake and so on.
5 days later:
"Bhai thank God aapka phone laga!" Kunal spoke the moment Abir picked up the call, "I was worried."
"It's strange." Abir replied, "In fact, yahan bahut kuch strange hain." He sighed.
"Kya hua bhai? All okay?" Kunal asked, "Naye owner se baat hui?"
Abir made a face, "Haan. Tu pehle bata Mishti kaisi hai?"
"Mishti is recovering," Kunal replied, "Dr. Patel aaj tareef kar rahe the, Mishti koshish kar rahi hai khud se. It's a good sign."
Abir smiled. "Meri Mishti bahut strong hai. Par tu kyun low sound kar raha hai?"
Kunal hesitated. "Mein? Nahi toh."
"Nanko?"
Kunal sighed. "Fine. Actually, bade papa..." he trailed off.
"Bade papa kya?"
"Woh thoda worried rehte hain aaj-kal. Even Badi maa. Main puchta hoon toh baat ko kaat dete hain." Kunal replied. "I mean, unko chhod ke sab khushi mein kya kuch nahi kar rahe... Poora ICU decorate kardiya Varsha aunty ne akele."
Varsha's mention reminded them of Kuhu.
"Tu fiqar mat kar, main bade papa se aake baat karta hoon." Abir replied. "Woh, Kuhu... Kuhu se baat hui teri?" he hesitantly asked.
"Kya hum please uski baat na kare?" pat came his reply.
Abir huffed. "Nanko, biwi hai woh teri. I know I should be the last person to say this, par jaa aur usse baat kar. Woh bahot akeli ho gayi hai."
"Seriously bhai?" Kunal raised his voice, "Meri Bhabhi ke saath jo-"
"Teri Bhabhi ko bhi achha nahi lagega agar usse yeh pata chale ki uski ek family ne officially aur dusri ne unofficially Kuhu se rishta tod diya hai."
Kunal was in a fix.
"Nanko," Abir heaved a sigh, "Mishti ko logon ne ghar todne ka jo tag diya hai, tu uspe permanent stamp mat maar. And maine kab kaha ki tu Kuhu ko maaf karde? Mat karna jab tak dil se na ho. Lekin apni responsibilities se muh mat mod."
Kunal nodded. "Fine. I'll try."
"That's my Nanko!" Abir cheered. "Achha, jab Mishti uthe toh mujhe video call karna please."
"Nahi bolte toh bhi karta." Kunal rolled his eyes. They hung up after a while and Kunal went to check up on Mishti.
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