You have read the first part of this story in my last post and this is the concluding part.. Hope you enjoy reading it.. To read the first part, Click here. Am really happy that many liked the first part and eagerly wait for the sequel. Here it is unfolding..
Riya called the office and said that both of them are taking the rest of the day off. She held Tara's hand throughout the taxi ride, back home. Once she opened the doors of her house, Tara broke down. Tears freely flowed from her eyes. Her tears knew no bound. As her tears broke all boundaries Riya held her in her arms. She rocked the shivering frame of Tara in her arms as she would do when her little daughters cried. She knew how to console them, but here she didn't. So she just held her and let her weep her heart out. She strongly believed that tears can make her feel light.
Riya left at about seven in the evening. Her husband had called her thrice since her kids had fever. By then Tara had stopped crying and she asked Riya to leave. She actually kicked Riya out with the promise that she would call her every hour and that she’d pick up her calls. Krish had called at some point and said he will be late. Riya spoke with him. But Tara didn't want him to know the results till he reach home.
Now she was alone. She was completely blank about the results doctor gave. The questions how, where, when, why ran through her head. Her head started banging. She bundled the free flowing hairs, wiped her face and got out of the couch. Now a little more cleared she stood at the kitchen counter with a cup of coffee and thought back. She thought about every injection she had taken. That should be the only way. She had never had transfusion and she was a faithful wife. And she trusted Krish. The doctor had said he should be tested too.
It frustrated her. She still didn’t know how. Infact she started doubting the results. Her mind kept telling her the only way it could have happened. Her heart kept denying it. No, her heart screamed each time her brain with all its resources said, Krish.
That night as the rain poured down, Krish entered his apartment completely drenched, calling out, "Tara where
are you?! Why didn't you switch on the lights? Get me a towel na, am drenched".As he switched on the light he saw Tara sitting with a blank expression on the divan. He walked towards her, talking to her. He laid his hands on her shoulder, turned her towards him and told, "Tara.... Tara... What happened to you?". Tara’s ears only registered the rain. She freed herself from him and moved away silently wiping her tears. She showed him her report. He sat down and read it. Tears glistened at the edge of his eyes. He looked at her. She held her tears back and with her eyes and her soul asked him to say no. He just sat there with the tears that did not fall.
She stood up wiping her tears, picked her packed bag and walked towards the door. He ran behind her, trying to stop her. He stopped her as she opened the door. He said " Am sorry Tara. We should talk. Come to our house. Please Tara..". As she waited for the lift, he kept begging her to come in. As the lift doors started closing she muttered, "Go to a doctor Krish”. As the rain water hit down the taxi window, it secretly hid her tears that were flowing uncontrollably along the window pane too.
It has been three years since then. Tara is on medication. She cannot do a number of things herself. She has to take care of infections, even the normal cold’s. She works from home. Its not because colleagues in her office have an issue, its because it gives her time to do all the other things she is doing for herself. Even then she still has at least one fight with her boss everyday. That makes her relax a bit. She works with an orphanage for special kids. They are the kids with HIV- positive status. Kids who probably did not have too long to live. Kids love her. Krish had left her his life’s earnings before he passed away. It has been three months since his decease. Now she uses that money to help these kids realize their small dreams before their eyes close to a dreamless sleep.
~~~THE END~~~
P.S : Now do you accept this is a story that happens to someone near us?
With Love,
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