Love Down The Memory Lane! PART 2
PART 2
Before leaving the college, I promised her that no matter what, I'll be hers always and that we'll stay in touch through letters. I came back home and eventually got married to the girl chosen by my parents. I tried my best to fulfill my responsibility as a good child to my parents as well as a nice husband to my wife. But what remained intact was my love for Ragini. In an year, my wife and I were blessed with a baby boy. Everything continued with time and so did our letter exchange.
One evening, my wife came to me with a divorce letter. She was actually fed up and tormented by my behaviour towards her in our whole married life. I eventually agreed and the love inside me celebrated its victory. Ragini never married which showed her devotion towards our love. I always felt like a sinner to leave her in midway but I didn't have a choice but now I had and I was going to make most of it. The very next day, we were in the court of law, heading towards our divorce. As it was a mutual consent, it didn't take much time to be approved. My son, now a well-settled man with a family, though loved me a lot, but thought that I have done wrong with his mother. So he took her with him and left me in a good old-age home. Since then, I live here. He sends me money every month.
I took out another letter which was written by me but never got sent to its receiver. The very morning when I was going to post it after my divorce, I got a call from one of our mutual friends from college that Ragini was no more. I felt that the world around me collapsed and I have lost the hope to live. But as Ragini has said to me that no matter what happens, where life takes us, you'll have to move on in life and go on. So, I decided to live with her memories till the almighty wants me to suffer from this pain.
It was still raining and the evening was very gloomy, just like my heart. I decided to go out. I took my umbrella and put on my watch, one given by Ragini. Yes! I've succeeded in preserving it till now. The transistor radio put on the table at the entrance of the old-age home was playing Mohd. Rafi's songs. I could feel the lyrics. Then I went to the garden and sat near the fountain watching the fish enjoying the rain drizzing over it.
I don't know when it started to rain inside me as well and the warm water started flowing out of my eyes and I just couldn't see anymore!
~ Love is not always about achieving it. Sometimes, it's about sacrifices and letting go!
**THE END**
Writer - Sakshi Adarsh
Before leaving the college, I promised her that no matter what, I'll be hers always and that we'll stay in touch through letters. I came back home and eventually got married to the girl chosen by my parents. I tried my best to fulfill my responsibility as a good child to my parents as well as a nice husband to my wife. But what remained intact was my love for Ragini. In an year, my wife and I were blessed with a baby boy. Everything continued with time and so did our letter exchange.
One evening, my wife came to me with a divorce letter. She was actually fed up and tormented by my behaviour towards her in our whole married life. I eventually agreed and the love inside me celebrated its victory. Ragini never married which showed her devotion towards our love. I always felt like a sinner to leave her in midway but I didn't have a choice but now I had and I was going to make most of it. The very next day, we were in the court of law, heading towards our divorce. As it was a mutual consent, it didn't take much time to be approved. My son, now a well-settled man with a family, though loved me a lot, but thought that I have done wrong with his mother. So he took her with him and left me in a good old-age home. Since then, I live here. He sends me money every month.
I took out another letter which was written by me but never got sent to its receiver. The very morning when I was going to post it after my divorce, I got a call from one of our mutual friends from college that Ragini was no more. I felt that the world around me collapsed and I have lost the hope to live. But as Ragini has said to me that no matter what happens, where life takes us, you'll have to move on in life and go on. So, I decided to live with her memories till the almighty wants me to suffer from this pain.
It was still raining and the evening was very gloomy, just like my heart. I decided to go out. I took my umbrella and put on my watch, one given by Ragini. Yes! I've succeeded in preserving it till now. The transistor radio put on the table at the entrance of the old-age home was playing Mohd. Rafi's songs. I could feel the lyrics. Then I went to the garden and sat near the fountain watching the fish enjoying the rain drizzing over it.
I don't know when it started to rain inside me as well and the warm water started flowing out of my eyes and I just couldn't see anymore!
~ Love is not always about achieving it. Sometimes, it's about sacrifices and letting go!
**THE END**
Writer - Sakshi Adarsh
