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2020-11-05 20:14:55Walking beside the seashore, holding my babies hand I still feel his presence beside me. His warmth embracing me.
I still feel how his warm breath on my neck, his large hands engaging mine, his husky voice calling my name. His lusty looks towards me, his joyful smile.
I paise in the shore with Anirudh trying to grab my attention. He is pulling my dress, waiting for my attention and finally asks.
"Mommy, why are you so sad? Why are you crying?"
Only the do I realise that even after a month of his death, I still feel the stab in my heart with the same intensity. "There is some sand inside my eyes baby, donr worry".
I wipe my silent tears with the back of my hand as I ruffle his soft hair. Ani giggles with joy. That is what keeps me alive.
I look at mom sitting on the shore not far away from us, her gaze following the horizon, searching for her lost son maybe?.
He had been there two days ago to handle a client. He should have come back the next night, but didn't. Neither he nor his cellphone replied my calls then, his clients said they have bid him adieu the same day.
It was not that horrifying for me, comparing to the call I got a month ago. It was the darkest night in my life, the day I got a call from the police station saying they have found my lost husband's car, in Rankala lake, in Kolhapur. But not his body, they suspected that the body must have been eaten by the lake animals, making me shive at their words. How is it possible?.
How can a six-foot human disappear just like that! I searched like crazy, day and night but all in vain. Nothing was visible to my wide-open eyes. My body craved for his presence, his smell, his voice.
But he left nothing behind except the beautiful memories we made right from my childhood.
Except for my baby, Anirudh, his reflection.
Mom stands beside Kaustubh's photo frame, a garland hanging on it. Anirudh completing his funeral rituals.
My three-year-old baby, with his tiny hands, is paying tribute to his dead father. But doesn't even know the meaning of being dead. He looks at my moist eyes and says "is daddy late, cause he is still selecting what toys he should get for me? He will be back right, one he is done?"
What should I tell him? I enclose him in my tight embrace, letting out my tears all at once. I had been blocking them since long.
How can I tell Anirudh, his father is no more! And will never return, I gaze at the heavens trying to find Kaustubh to show him my tears and to blame him for these tears.
But at a tiny corner of my heart, I want Kaustubh back to life, I have not lost hope. He will be back to me.
He will be.
Darkness evades my thoughts, snatching me away from my miserable situation.
I wish to reunite with Kaustubh again.
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