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S U H A N A
"toh kya laau tumhare liye?", he questioned me through the floor as I could hear the hustle and bustle of Delhi's traffic [Translation: so what should I get for you?]
"Hamari shaadi ka rishta", I find myself answering as I bit my lower lip to control my blush [Translation: our marriage alliance]
"Vho toh mai launga hi per abhi kya laau tumhare liye?", he chuckled and I found myself falling in love with his voice yet again [Translation: that I will surely bring but for now tell me what should I bring for you?]
3 years, it's been three years since our relationship, yet nothing changed, our love only grew more. A week after our confession of the day of departure from Nani's village Neil had confronted about his sudden visit to Mumbai. He knew I would break down with the idea of our separation yet he had been calm all along and given me enough time to process things. I was devastated yet I gathered my broken pieces and stood strong, for him, for us.
"I know that I'm hard to love. Some days I'm all smiles and affection and then other days there's nothing I want more than to be quiet and lie in bed.
Sometimes I get angry about stupid things and won't want to talk to you. Other days I'll think that you're the most perfect person in the world.
Please don't give up on me. I know it's not easy but I'll always come back to you, promise", he had confessed showering me with lots of kisses on the day of his departure at the airport. I remember bawling my eyes out and crying like a baby in his embrace.
"I'll miss you a lot, remember to have proper meals on time and take care of yourself", I had spoken out my voice breaking from all the crying
"Abhi bas na Jaan, I won't be able to go if you cry like this", he had cooed gathering me in his arms, shielding me away from the harsh reality. [Translation: enough now, love, I won't be able to go if you cry like this]
He was supposed to move to Mumbai for the new project, which meant we would have to be away for more years, with no meetings, no nothing just texts, phone calls and video calls as painful and heartbreaking as it sounds I think the wait was worth anything.
I can't think of any greater happiness than to be with him all the time, without interruption, endlessly, even though I feel that here in this world there's no undisturbed place for our love, neither in our house nor anywhere else except our hearts. And I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with iron bars, and I would hide my face in his embrace escaping the harsh reality of our separation and her would hide his face in the crook of my neck nobody would ever see us any more.
