Time-Flowing riverA Story by manasi sarangiSometimes we think time will make up everything..but it is not... I was so happy in my life…
Going to Switzerland…enjoying the scenic beauty with husband…that to be after
30 years of marriage, definitely a golden chance for any Indian Lady…but for me
another one reason added up because my son was working there…in some watch
company…but I had forgotten one thing that when you will feel so happy that
time definitely something is coming to you..just you cannot recognise her
footsteps…
When we reached I and my husband was so excited that we forgot to take
our luggage…we are dying to see my son and his fiancée ,for whom we travelled
such a long distance…we saw her, she was such a beauty…I was feeling proud on
my son. After such half an hour I realized that our luggage was missing… “I will take it, you take your Dad home.” I told
and went to security to check for luggage..that time my legs frozen…whole body
was stunned….Mark was in front of me…We both became speechless…I have finished
my formalities…Security guard has given my luggage…I was thinking to move.. What
happened I moved back, “How is your wife
Mark” I asked…he just smiled… “why! if I will tell no.. are you going to leave
your world and stay with me forever, no right, then what is the point of asking…ok
u want to know, right…then listen I am not able to get married with anybody.. since
I was in Love with somebody and that’s you…”he shouted and believe me that time
I was not feeling bad because I deserve that anger. “Don’t worry…Time..” my
words remain unfinished.. “What.. Time is flowing river.. it will make up
everything… keep your line with you …. I cannot forgive you in this birth at
all…Go go back to your husband…whom you love more than me always…” he finished
and left… I came back to my son’s home…what I can tell
anybody…I went back to 25 yrs back..when doctor advised me and my husband to go
for an outing so that we can get a baby…and we came to swizerland…but my
husband was busy with work like always…we went to butterfly valley, there he
got a urgent phone call… so he left… I wanted to stay there for some time… so I
stayed “Valley is really beautiful..” one guy told… “I am married” I showed him
my wedding ring.. “why are you so concerned that you are married, I just want
to be your friend…” Then we became friend….i made him meet my husband..after
that when my husband will be busy in some work or something he used to tell me
to go with Mark.. Sometimes I used to go to his house also… Time passes by…mark was a great
artist…I was learning painting from him…he used to stand behind me and teach me
painting… many times our body touches…I felt giggling…then I remembered my
marriage life…but on one day mark came so close to me that our souls became one…I
thought of telling my husband but just waiting for the right opportunity…I wanted
to stay back with mark…but one day I got vomiting like hell.. My husband took
me to doctor. There like ground slips from my leg…I was pregnant … I was not
able to understand what I should tell whom..i knew it was mark’s image only…which
was growing within me…On the contrary my
husband was so happy that he called all my family…Mark also came with empty
hearted; but I was not able to tell him, baby’s father was he…not my husband…just
told him “Time is like flowing river…everything will be fine.” Then I thought
may be to get back to india is only the right thing…and mark can also start his
new life..” in all these years I thought mark will be happy with his family….
But today every mirror images broke like anything…We came back..but I can
not die in peace….by thinking of mark’s lonliness…Really sometimes time is not
a flowing rive…It is like deep ocean…where water is constant….. © 2014 manasi sarangi |
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Added on February 19, 2014 Last Updated on February 19, 2014 Authormanasi sarangibangalore, karnataka, IndiaAbouthi, I am so much passionate about writing...because of my personal duties...i was not able to give time to my passion so now i am here..please judge my writing and give me feedback...thanx. more..Writing
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