A Walk Back In Time (Part II)

Prologue:

12 June 1982,

I was In his arms, happy as I ever had been. I looked Him in the eye and I knew he is all that I need to complete my presence on this World.The journey that I had been waiting for a while was about to commence and I was very sure that It will be worth my lifetime. I was with the man whom I had loved with all my heart and would surely continue to do so till the end of my breath..

The Journey:

12th June 2010,

The sun has started to rise as I made my way Into the Kitchen, I had to make lunch boxes for my kids before they get ready for their office. I wasn’t myself today. Memories from the past kept coming back, some which made me smile and some which my tears couldn’t fight. But I dint wanted the kids to know anything about it, so I just went with my morning chores until they left.

I started getting ready for my own day once they left but somewhere Inside I knew that never wanted this day to be the same as every other, Something In me kept saying I had to go down memory lane. I just had to live In the past, At-least once more. Yet, I started for work knowing I never was going to make it to my office. Random memories kept coming back to me as I made way to the train station and boarded my usual train. Thankfully, I got some space In a crowed train and the nearby window was a delight to have without a fight. Something sure was good about this day I thought as I looked out of the window.

And then I saw him, Standing at the platform smiling at me. I remembered that smile of his, I loved nothing more than that smile. And the same window opened a chapter long turned over In my life. He still stood there and Smiled like a child, I wanted to run towards him and hug him as I had done that day three decades ago. But I knew, I can only chase memories, cant hold onto them. So, I continued to turn the pages of life and went back on the same day In the year 1982. I was barely 16 and against the wishes of my family and this world, I had got married to the man I love.

We both hailed from different backgrounds, castes and cultures but love had brought us together and we had decided to stay together till death do us apart. We got married In a small temple In the presence of His family, which was no more than his mother alone, who was half his world as me. I was blessed not only to have him in my life but also to have a Mother-in-law who loved me as her daughter and teach me all that I can ever need In life. I remembered the first time I had come home, to our home, It was unfamiliar yet his mere presence In it was comforting. In my early days of Marriage, I came to know a whole different side of love, the kind only he was capable of showing. He just wasn’t my soul-mate, he was a friend, a Guide and all of what I had. Those were the days that keep me wanting to live for his dreams and of mines.

I opened my eye and got off the train and decide to make way to travel a little further to a place he always used to take me when I was upset and we used to sit there for hours with my hand in his and the world was complete. It was a small park with kids playing around all the time with a jogging park as its perimeter. Things had changed in the place since I was there the first time with him.

I went and sat on the exact same bench where I used to sit with him watching the little children play and then that scene took me back to the memories of the birth of my own children. He was so elated on being a father. Full of joy and it was evident In his eyes and smile to whoever didn’t notice him trying to scream from the rooftops every now and then.I remember him walking in the room after our son was born, he looked at our son and then smiled at me and letting me know that he loved me so much and would do so forever. And that memory still leaves my eyes moist.

He was everything A woman ever needed in her life and I was the luckiest woman to have him in my life. Yet, things never went they way there were supposed to and I was there sitting alone, only walking back in time to relieve his memories. The pieces of my heart were crumbing thinking of what could have been and what the reality is.

I made my way out of that place and decided to head back home so that I can have some more time to myself. I stopped at a local bakery to buy his favorite cake and then continued on my way.

I reached home by mid afternoon and after having a little time for me to relax, I decided to cut the small cake that I had brought. I cut a small piece of that cake and kept it near his lone photograph in my room..

It was our 30th Marriage anniversary!

But, unfortunately I was the only one celebrating it. He had passed away 17years ago courtesy a cardiac arrest and I had to walk the rest of my journey of life all by myself. With only his memories as a souvenir for the true love that I once had.

That’s when suddenly the door bell rang. I wasn’t expecting anyone till another couple of hours and yet someone was here. Curiously, I opened the door only to find my kids standing outside with bright smiles on their faces. I noticed that they had brought flowers and cake as if they were going to have a huge celebration. My younger son hugged me as soon as he was in the house and with a peck on my cheeks wished me Happy Anniversary. Tears started to flow out of my eyes and this time there was no controlling them. Both of my children hugged me and I knew even if he was not around, his love was always alive in the form of my children.

My world still was full of love, in a different form though. In a kind which makes you want to live all over again…

Epilouge:

True love is not a myth. But saying that only a few of us are really blessed to have it in their lives. Sometimes Its good enough to die for while at some other times, It makes you want to live all over again. Some love stories never dies, they just live on amongst us, unsaid and unnoticed.

But a timely sequel always follows in another time In another world.

Love sure was worth it but then how do people know that they have fallen for the right person? How do they know its true as the sun and the moon..?

Some questions always linger in my mind knowing the answers are going to be a lot different from person to person. I had to find mines though.

Its just the start of my long journey…

A walk back in Time (Part I)

Prologue:

Is Love Really worth It?

The question still stood tall In-front of me. I knew time had all the answers and I would discovers mines only when the time arrives. Yet, I wanted to know If It was really worth it and hence, I decided to go back in time and meet someone who had already had his answers.

Someone who had walked into the dusk of his life 35 years ago from now.

The Journey:

14th August 1975,

Somewhere In the City Of Mumbai.

I lay on my bed, half awake. Its nearing mid night now, most of my family members are awake too. They are constantly checking on me, keeping tabs every now and then. My son and my daughter who has just arrived are the most worried out of them all. None Of my grand children are allowed near me as others think they would trouble me. Yes, grandchildren.

I am 80 year old man lying on his death bed. I am Abheer. Born in 1895, I saw the turn of a century quite early in my life followed by the rebellion against the Britishers to gain back our motherland and then the long awaited freedom. I had witnessed and been a small forgotten part of our glorious history.

But among all those memories from my life, I only remember her clearly. Everything else is a blur. In the last moments of my life, I only want her close to me. And I call her name from the bottom of my heart, “Bina”. Somewhere deep within me I know she has sensed that its time for me to go now. But I must wait a few hours more until morning so I can see her for one last time.

Till then, I re-visit her memories yet again lying amongst my worried beloveds.

It was one bright and sunny day way back in 1922 when I had first seen her. I was 28 and Bina was 18. Our matrimonial alliance was decided by our elders and It was during my marriage ceremony that I had seen her for the very first time. I had fallen in love with my soul mate at that very instance.

The outside world was filled with chaos in those early years of my married life and irrespective of that, me and bina had managed to start our new life pretty well. I never had wanted anything more than to be a proud parent and In the first decade of my marriage bina had made me proud not once but four times. We had been blessed with 3 sons and a lovely daughter. Bina had truly changed my life and filled it with colors of love. With each passing day my love for her grew even more. In 1947 we not only celebrated the freedom of our country but It also marked the 25th year of our successful alliance.

It all changed when our kids grew up. My daughters marriage followed a few months after my elder sons and then a couple of years later my other two sons were married. The house was full of people and happiness that I loved around me as we grew older. It felt very pleasing to my heart when I used to see our children happily settled in their lives. Soon after my retirement from work followed and it gave me an opportunity to do what I always wanted to do, spend time with bina.

Everyday of mines in the past two decades have started with a cup of tea, made by bina. None of my daughter-in-laws had interfered with this ritual knowing I wont even touch the cup of tea made by someone else. My evenings or alteast most of them were spent having long walks with bina, sometimes recollecting the time that had gone by or sometimes exchanging sweet nothings of a married life.

Looking back at those walks, I remember the only thing that I used to love about it. Holding her hand as we walked. It would mean nothing to the most of you but It had meant a lot to her back then. I had promised her I’ll never let go of her and she knew by holding on her hand I was somehow keeping my promise in a more simpler way.

I always ended my days by going to be only after watching bina smile & I used to wake up only to her smiling face. This had been another of our rituals. Our kids had always know things like these about us and I’ve heard them giggle about it But they never went against it or complaint about being embarrassed.

This continued for another few years until we had our grand-children and the family grew bigger in size. Thats when everything changed. The number of people had grown in the family and the space to occupy them was limited, consequently we had to split the family.

Me and Bina were separated too.

While Bina had stayed on with my youngest son, I had been relocated to a far distant place with my eldest son and his family. I wasn’t happy at all but bina had forced me into it for the betterment of the family and as always I gave up without any protest. My health deteriorated as my days and nights had reduced to become lonely without bina any I wasnt sure if I would ever be able to meet her again. I saw a ray of hope when my son asked me to visit his younger brother once a week and see if everything was ok with him. That moment I knew my son had been reading my mind and thoughts, understanding the feelings of an old man very well. A pattern had been drawn then for the remainder of my years. Sunday would be decided as the day when I would visit bina.

With that hope I always kept myself into shape so that I can make it to see her on that day alone. Every sunday, I use to start early from my house so that I can spend more time with her. The climate had stopped effecting me on sundays. No matter how cold, humid or rainy it got my schedule on sunday had never been disturbed until today. I used to catch a train to reach bina’s city and then on my way home I used to buy sweets and flowers bina used to like the most.

On the other hand, bina used to help out everyone in the family just like a empty robot programmed to do all the work. She used to come alive only on Sundays at the sight of me entering the house. My youngest son had 4 children and the youngest among them was considered to be an angel by me. That little angel had always seen the glow bina used to have on her face on Sundays. She somehow knew that bina is only completed on that very day.

I had always cherished the memories of the sundays spent at bina’s place. Like always I used to get my cup of tea made by bina followed by lunch. In the last few years of my life me and bina had always shared a platter for lunch & dinner on Sundays. According to her, by sharing meals love between two people always tends to increase.  Finally, my day used to end with a long walk in the evenings with her at my side. I always made sure she was home safely before I started on my way back to my place.

The feeling of separation sunk in once again as It use to happen on my way back home during those days as my dreams made way for reality. Over night my condition had deteriorated even more. My eyes started a faces of my family members all whom I had loved but it rested only on binas face. I still saw her as she was when I had first seen her. Time might have affected her body but her soul had always been timeless. She like all the others knew I had very little time left now in this world.

She came and sat besides me, smiled and held my hands during the last moments of my life.

On the morning of 15th August 1975 just as an old ritual I closed my eyes forever after watching her smiling face.

Epilogue:

I somehow felt as if I knew abheer personally even though I am born a couple of decades after his death. But he did manage to teach me an Important lesson. We dont have an option to choose love, Instead it chooses only a few worthy people. Bina showed that she was in love with her soul mate as much. Unable to stand this separation from abheer, bina passed away 15 days later on the 30th of august 1975.

Is love worth it to die for? My curiosity to learn the answers to my questions grew with ever passing second and I decided to turn the clock back once again.

Some love stories never end, a timely sequel always follows.

PS:- Had already written and posted this True life story a while back but still I had to share it with a wider audience and hence sharing it once more. The next couple of posts are going to be similar and very much about true life people and love.