Tuesday, April 5, 2011

It rained that night

Its been over 7 months since we talked the way we used to. Its all only the casual talk

how?

Fine!

You?

Ok!

It seemed more of a formal conversation. No-one was even trying to get the things better. Its just that we were comfortable that way. For the outside world we were still the ideal ‘Husband-wife’. We’ve always been. But I fear they have also started seeing through the farce we were pretending.

It was a rainy night. It rained like never before. Seemed it was determined enough to take the complete city with it. I was running around, closing all the panes and doors and there I saw her. She was standing in the rain, steady. It looked like even the wind would not dare to move her. I came near to her. She was dripping wet. It reminded me of the first time when I saw her walking down the road. The only difference was the smile, the smile which gleamed her eyes, that took my breath away, was missing. Instead, i saw the shine of tears in her eyes, after a long long time i saw that. Tears. Couple of them were able to make their way significantly to get noticed.

On any other day I would have reached her and held her straight away, but at that time I thought for long time before going near to her and keep my hand on her shoulder. She turned towards me. I could see the dam of sorrows which was tied beneath the indifferent behaviour was broken. She looked at me and whispered slowly : “I wanted to name him Yash.”

Yash. The baby which never took his first breath. We cried that night, together for the first time in 7 month and we cried like never before. The rain tried hard to hide the tears but at the end it gave up...

18 comments:

Kamal said...

dude, very nice.. kind of deep..and the beauty is you have created magic with just a few words...
i loved it.

JUMPER said...

Great writing!!!

Shubhi said...

Hey!! I like it! nice !!

Ashwin said...

Dude, you married?!

Just kidding!

I wonder what inspired you to write this.

sonal said...
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sonal said...

written very beautifully Pratik Bhaiya

sandeep said...

Gr8!!! nicely written full of emotions.. opposite to ur personality!!

Tangerine said...

touching...

Pratik Gupta said...

@Kamal: Thanks a lot mayte :) I am glad that you liked it...

Pratik Gupta said...

@Jumper: I am glad that you liked it... :)

Pratik Gupta said...

@Shubhi : Thanks for reading the blog and thanks for the comment too :)

Pratik Gupta said...

@Ashwin: No mama, Not at all close to marriage :)
Inspiration : one of my favorite stories from Interpreter of Maladies by Jhumpa Lahiri

Pratik Gupta said...

@Sonal: Thanks Sonal, for reading the blog and commenting :) Its good to have new readers

Pratik Gupta said...

@Sandeep: Should I write a blog about your emotional personality :)

Pratik Gupta said...

@Tangering: Thanks! Thanks! Thanks!! :)

Shruti said...

nice work.. ("our baby was a boy"..you knw the story im refering to :P)..waise written well

Shruti said...

saw ur earlier comment acknowledging the inspiration now.. im surprised no one recognised ;)

Pratik Gupta said...

@shruti: Ab tumhare jaisa talent milta hi kahan hai dost ...all pun intended :)