Life : A Vicious Circle (Part 1/2)

Posted: July 29, 2010 in Emotional, Fiction, Melodrama
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“Dad, you will be there on time na, please don’t be late”.

“Yes Darling I will be there on time, don’t worry”.

“Dad when it comes to being on time and you, its seriously very worrying”.

“Oye…” (in a slightly firm voice)

“Hahahaha, see you soon Dad, you are the best.. love you”.

“Love u darling, catch you soon”.

Time flies, its been almost 22 years now since Rhea entered my life, yet it feels like yesterday when I hold her for the first time. The little girl has grown up fast, in all most all aspects. All these years she has been more of a mother than daughter, only when it came to her boyfriends that I got the chance to be her Father, scaring most of the guys away like a possessive father. And here I am today going to meet Anurag’s (her Mr. Right) family and talk about their marriage. Phew… feeling a little odd, probably for the first time it has stuck me that soon she will start her own family, its time for me to hand over the little hand which I took in my hand 22 years back to the hand of another guy, with a believe and faith that he will take care of it for the rest of their life.

22 years back I had promised Sanju that I will take full responsibility of Rhea and will ensure she never miss the fact that her mother is not with her. I have tried my best to make sure every wish of Rhea is taken care of and to ensure that she grows up to become the girl Sanju always wanted her to be.  Sanju was a brave girl, stood by whatever she believed and stood by her love throughout her life, in fact till the last breath. She had that aggression in her to take it on against the social norms and stand by what is correct without worrying about the actual consequences. I see the same spark in Rhea, same grace, same intensity, same aggression similar smile, similar stubborn nature, extremely sweet from heart, very understanding and rarely demanding. Every time I see rhea I think she is just the replica of her mother. The only noticeable difference is that Rhea is slightly more matured than Sanju ever was, may be something she has inherited from Raghu, her father. I never meet Raghu, but I know almost everything about him thanks to Sanju. Whenever Sanju use to speak about him I could actually see the love and deep attachment in every word. She really madly loved him and one reason why even after lots of social pressure she never aborted Rhea.

For me sanju defines love. I have known sanju since school days, we grew up together, we were each others best friend, shared almost everything. She was my biggest support. As we grew older especially after college, we drifted apart, majorly coz of my own stupid mistakes and male ego. We were out of touch for about 8 years… All these while, I had no clue about where she was and what she was doing. Just kept waiting for her, hoping someday our path we cross and we will speak again. And that’s exactly what happened, our path crossed when we meet in Kolkata airport. Both a little surprised to see each other and both a little uncomfortable and formal, but we spoke finally after a gap of 8 years. Even though it was formal hello hi and how are you, it was worth the wait and patience I have kept all these years. We added each other on gtalk, so that way we again started having regular conversations. That’s when she told me about Raghu, her marriage, divorce and Rhea.

It was cataclysmic to listen to all the pains she has gone through all these years, yet she stood by what she believed was right. She got married to Raghu against her families wish, they were together for 3 years and then Raghu left her when she was 2 month pregnant, for the last 2 year she has been taking care of Rhea all by her own. She didn’t aborted Rhea, something every one suggested nor did she married someone else, neither she had any complaints against Raghu, her love for him was so pure that she never hated him, even after coming to know that he has gifted her Death as a tribute to her love. Yes Death, Sanju was suffering from AIDS.


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