Mai Lab..Tu Dua..

4. Jaane naa kahan wo duniya hai...

"Humne bhi aise insaan ko chaha..jisse bhul jaana humare bas mein nahi, or paana humari kismat mein nahi...."

"Maiya..Meri jaan please"

"No"

"Please maiya" with puppy eyes

"Okay but bas ek ghnta......" she says melting instantly

"I am so lucky you love me maiya" he says kissing her cheeks as he runs outside back to play football...

He always says this unknowingly, she always found this strange how he has picked up his father's style of expressing his love, but she laughed at how he made puppy eyes just like her, when she had to convince Sidharth of anything....she impulsively called his name....Sidharthh..Sidharth..she just kept repeating the name hoping out of somewhere he will just turn around saying "Haan baby" as she called him in different tones......her eyes becoming heavy as all she heard was silence even after so many calls..She had to be strong her mind told her, but her heart it just lost itself at times, there was an urgent need in her heart that longed to be held by him, that craved to keep her head on his chest and just forget every pain or remorse she has been holding together since 7 years,that desire to hear the words her son just said but from his mouth..... she got up walking to her room sliding away a curtain, as she smiled and then hugged keeping her head on his chest.."Tuje pata hai kitna miss kar rahi hu aaj tuje...bhula to nahi hai na tu muje...7 saal Sidharth, kabse bula rahi hu, dil chahta hai ki tu pehli awaaz par aa jaye, par man janta hai ki awaaz dena bhi galat hai...dil karta h ki bhag kar tere pas aa jau, man janta hai ki pair zanjeero m hai...dil sirf tuje chahta hai, or man vo haalaton ki sachai janta hai...ye waqt itna dheere guzarta hai kabhi kabhi or kabhi to aisa lgta hai ki kal ki bat hai..ki m bulau or tu sun le...."

"Jaan...You know na I am so lucky that I love you, because you you are irreplacable, teri jgah to baby koi le hi nahi sakta...tu thik hai m janta hu, kyunki m thik hu...lekin ye dil or dimag ki ldai m humara pyaar jeet to payega na jaan!?...7 saal ho gaye, lekin abhi bhi intezaar hai ki tu abhi ayegi or mera naam bulayegi, m mudunga or teri muskurahat, teri vo akhein, tere vo chote chote hath fir mera dil le jayenge or meri sari thakaan, gussa sirf teri ek pukar se ghum ho jayega.......koi to duniya hogi jahan humara dil jeetega"

"Aaschi na Sidharth" she says questionable almost in tears gazing her hands over his chest

"Aaschi" he says with conviction as he runs his hand over her hair....

"Shehnaaz" she hears a voice at the door she immediately moves back covering the big life size portrait of Sidharth back behind the curtains running towards the door..The potrait that has been her strength from past 7 years, the potrait that makes her smile, the potrait that just makes her feel him..she had cried for hours and smiled for hours with this potrait, it has heard her stories of happiness when Samar would get an A or had called 'Papa' as the first words, and listened her tears as she sobbed on how he could not be the one to hear them...

"Aaoo" Sidharth almost shrieks as he hangs back the painting of Shehnaaz reversing it carefully, which slipped from wall and was about to fall as the nails on its ends injured his right hand oozing out the blood..he immediately moves back as the two drops of blood fall on his blue shirt staining it....

"Sidharth..aj jal"..his mother rushes towards him as soon as she sees blood, grabbing the first aid kit as she immediately dressed the wound and Sidharth just still looking at the painting of Shehnaaz which hung on the wall such that her face was reversed facing the wall and some abstract painting at front for sight...

"Maa..aap ro kyu rahe ho..thik hai, relax"

After a lot of coaxing from Sidharth and scolding from his mother his mother stood up not before taking a promise from him to take haldi milk she will send to his room in some time...