Until We Die....

Echoes Of A Silent Night : Mourning & Moving On

The somber news reached Pramod through the lips of his father, a bearer of heavy tidings that would forever alter the course of his life. The room seemed to tighten around him as his father, with a sorrowful gaze, spoke the words that shattered Pramod's world.

"Pramod, there's something I need to tell you" his father began, the weight of the revelation evident in his voice. 

"Susheela, your ex-fiancée, the one you loved the most... she's no more. There was an accident, and she didn't survive."

Pramod's heart, once filled with love for Susheela, now sank into the abyss of grief. The words hung in the air, heavy and irrevocable. He felt a surge of anguish, a torrent of emotions that threatened to drown him. Tears welled up, and the dam finally broke.

That night, Pramod cried with an intensity that seemed to drain the very essence of his being. His room, once a haven of memories, transformed into a chamber of sorrow. The moon cast a melancholic glow as he grappled with the pain, his sobs echoing in the stillness of the night.Desperate to escape the oppressive grip of grief, Pramod sought refuge in distractions. He tried to lose himself in activities that once brought joy, but the specter of Susheela lingered, a constant reminder of a love lost. The world outside continued its relentless march, indifferent to the internal tempest raging within him.

Days turned into nights, each one a reminder of the void left by Susheela's absence. Mournful solitude became Pramod's companion as he navigated the complex of grief. Friends offered solace, but the ache persisted, an indelible mark etched into his soul.

The moment when Susheela Died - 

The night air was cool and crisp as Susheela stood on the quiet roadside, lost in her thoughts. The distant hum of traffic provided a gentle backdrop to her solitude. Unbeknownst to her, fate was hurtling toward her in the form of a speeding car.

Madhav, behind the wheel, was engaged in conversation with his passenger, Dhruvi. In the midst of their discussion, they failed to notice Susheela standing by the roadside until it was too late. The screech of tires, the sickening crunch of metal, and the world transformed into a chaotic blur.

The scene transitioned abruptly to the antiseptic, sterile environment of a hospital. Harsh fluorescent lights replaced the darkness of the night. In a small, private room, a doctor approached a solemn-faced family with devastating news. "I'm sorry for your loss. The girl standing on the roadside, Susheela, is dead," the doctor announced, a misunderstanding that would echo through the lives of those involved.

As the family grieved the loss of Susheela, Madhav and Dhruvi's loved ones mourned a different tragedy. The hospital corridors became a somber intersection of two separate worlds colliding in the aftermath of misunderstanding.

After Two Years,

The bustling streets of London were a world away from the haunting memories of the accident that had changed Pramod's life forever. Two years had passed, but the scars remained. As he walked to the hospital, the weight of the past pressed on his shoulders.

Pramod, a young man with a brooding gaze, navigated through the busy city life. The constant hum of traffic, the hurried footsteps of pedestrians, and the distant sirens seemed to fade into the background as he received an unexpected call from his mother.

"Hello?" Pramod answered, the cool wind disordered his hair.

"Pramod, beta," his mother's voice trembled with a mix of hope and concern. "I think it's time you consider moving on. There's a girl named Lily. She's been waiting for you. Waiting to bring light back into your life."

Pramod's brow furrowed. The wounds from the past were still raw, and the idea of moving on felt like a betrayal. "Mom, I need time. I can't just forget," he replied, the memories of the accident flashing before his eyes.

His mother sighed, understanding the pain that lingered. "I know, beta. But life goes on. Lily is a good girl. Give it a chance. For yourself."

As Pramod entered the hospital, he couldn't shake off the heaviness of the conversation. The sterile smell and the familiar sights of the hospital brought a mix of nostalgia and grief. Little did he know that within the confines of the hospital, fate was about to play its cards again.In a quaint corner of London, Lily, a girl with a warmth that matched her name, eagerly awaited Pramod's decision. Her love for him was unwavering, and her eyes reflected a hope that he would eventually let go of the past.

As days turned into weeks, Pramod found himself caught between the haunting memories of the accident and the prospect of a new beginning with Lily. The London rain mirrored his internal struggle—sometimes a gentle drizzle, at other times a torrential downpour.One day, as Pramod stood by the window of his apartment, watching the raindrops race down the glass, he felt a shift within himself. The past would always be a part of him, but perhaps there was room for a future, a chance at happiness.

With newfound determination, he picked up his phone and dialed his mother. "Mom, I'm ready to meet Lily," he said, the weight on his shoulders lifting ever so slightly.As Pramod took a step towards a new chapter, the rain outside began to subside, leaving behind a city washed clean—a reflection of the relief he can see on his mom's face was very clarly visible to him as he looked in his mirror