The last Pearls.

A Story by Moizz

struggle of a young girl, with her fate.

25th February 2005:
Wallu died,news of Wallu's death spread in town like the fire in woods.Every eye was welled,people were were passing their condolence to a girl siting silent in the coroner of hall.Their were murmurs of grief in the room.People who used to call Wallu ;"dophead","Druggie" in there bitter voices were now weeping for him.Expressions of dislikes transformed into sobs for the dead body laying on charpoy in front of them.
But, they were sadden for Bakhtawar a 25 year old girl and widow of Wallu she was sitting numb attached to the corner of room.Her eyes were deserted like decade without rain in barren hills there were neither dewy eyes nor regrets on the lips,Bakhtwar spent her couple of years married life with her addict husband crying on her conditions and now there non in her eyes just the loneliness,murdered hopes and dead happiness and unfulfilled dreams..

The grief of townspeople was so natural, Wallu who became an addict couple of years ago was called Walli Mohmd by every adult and was well know as Mama(uncle) Wallu in kids.Everyone adored him.He used to have a small shop in town people were undetermined as what Wallu actually do:he was mechanic,carpenter,plumber,electrician ,used to paint buildings & simply he was a multi-talented person.
18th April 2003:
The news of Wallu's marriage ceremony propagated in town as the new of his death,everyone was happy for him and gathered for him.Wallu was so glad beaming with happiness but, this joy was spring which end ups living a long spells of dry Autumn in his life the gravity of his destruction pulled him back when he indulged in drugs .It started as a recreational activity but it end sup leaving the doors of death open for Wallu.
I used visit Mama Wallu often,once when I entered in in his house I saw him sniffing his drugs.I cried,"Mama!" he jolted back adding,"Oh you boy!you dragged me out of ecstasy....". He looked intoxicated and within a minute Mami(aunty) Bakhtwar rushed in to the house saw lousy expressions of Wallu and called out handing him a 10 rupee note,"Always polluted! take this note and get me some eggs for dinner". He gave a tipsy lurch and collapsed on the ground in an animated rhythm.I burst into laughter and so did Mami....It was 2 days ago of Wallus death & a last laughter of Bakhtwar.
Bakhtawars amber eyes cooconed with lush eyelashes were often swollen red and knew she had cried for hours.Whenever Bakhtawar hear the ladies gossiping about her husband and initiating her as "freaks wife" she was filled with rage ,rushed in to the house directly and there were arguments between her and Wallu that could be heard in the street.She then used to lock herself in room and ask God why were she named Bakhtawar(lucky) and blessed with such bad luck and weep for hours.Once ,I asked her."Why don't you divorce Mama and live rest of your life happily" she was filled with furry and replied in curt tone,"I love him and we have to endure no matter what....I can't remarry even after he is no more" and I got my answer that she loved him no matter what conditions and it was obvious how much she cares for him by hearing her loathsome for the drug suppliers and Wallu's bad company.
25th February 2005:
It was the time to bury Wallu, Bakhtawar eyes took last glimpse of her husband's body.There was rush in hall 4 volunteers lifted the charpoy on their shoulder ,moist eyes watched as they did it.My eyes were on Mami Bakhtawar and I was a moisture forming in her eyes her left eye was welled and then right.A tear streamed down her right check sparkled in light of bulb like pearl,pearl endured in two years married life and extracted by the death of one partner....
*It was last time anyone had seen Bakhtawar cry & no swollen red eyes,no smudges of kajal .....only dry eyes deserted by hope,happiness ,dreams and longings of something unquenchable.