Infidelity

He had vainly thought that he would never be able to forget her. But he did, sooner than he had expected. The fire of the time charred the statue, which he once admired and worshiped, to cinders and fanned away the dust in air. It happened quietly, without any ceremony, as if nothing significant happened.

Was his turn near too? Will he get the same mute death?  Will be forgotten by her, by all? Won't he be spared? No; sooner or later he will be dead forever, like footprints on seashore, forgotten, as if he never existed! He was revolted by this thought. Death is terrible because no matter how common it is, it is still unbelievable. He decided to resurrect her again. He closed his eyes and tried to draw her from the dark recesses of memories. He put both his palms on his ears and pressed hard not to get distracted by the noise of silence. He wanted to her her but her voice was lost. He kept on trying there till he grew tired of it. How long could one keep his hands pressed against his ears? Soon he gave up.

Life seldom gives a luxury to sit idle and revel in nostalgia. Having to dig deep in time to see her made it hard for him to do it often. Time had stolen the intense smell of the mustard long back, but till recently he was haunted by the echo of those promises that he had made in those melting moments. Now even her love-making whispers were sinking in silence. All that remained was a faint memory of the tortured nights that brought them together. Time was healing him, and infidelity looked to be inevitable.


Musical Mood - Kabhi tanhaaiyon mein (Hamaari yaad aayegi) - Mubarak Begum