Constellations which I use to witness with him every night
are not evident anymore. Even I don’t consider watching the sky at night but
whenever it happens that I raise my eyes and watch the night sky I just
remember his words, “I promise. I’ll be
with you in paradise. Once Allah will ask with whom I want to stay in heaven,
it would be your name love.” Those were the days when every morning I use
to see his face with a charming smile and the hugs he gave. The love he
showered on me by holding his arms around me and pulling me closer for the
kisses he gave on my forehead. In those hugs, I use to smell his hoodie and the
sense of serenity. Every day, every second I use to fall for him without even
bothering what will happen in the future. I was happy with my present with him. Truly
said that once in a lifetime you will meet that one person with whom you want
to capitulate yourself and love him to all extent. It was he when I saw him and
those eyes that made me in believing his true love. I use to freeze every small
moment with him either by writing in letters or saving them in pictures.
Those constellations held a special space in our lives. For the first time when we proposed each other,
those constellations corroborated our love. One night sitting beside him, I
told him that I wish to have a family with you and he replied holding me in his
arms, me too but is it possible? That one question made me realized the truth
that I use to neglect every single day. In this society, our families won’t accept
this relationship as I was a Hindu and he a Muslim. We both looked into each other’s
eyes and we knew the answer. He loved a Hindu girl and I loved a Muslim boy and
this society loved the religion. Our society does not accept a relationship
that has mutual understanding but a relationship that is of the same religion,
gotra and is perfect in Kundli. Our conversation that was covered by silence
was continued. I asked him what if I ask you in the next birth. He replied by
saying here also there is a problem. Islam does not believe in the next birth. I
was sitting there still. As I had no chance of getting him but he said but
there is one solution. When I will be there in bliss and Allah will ask with
whom I wish to stay in paradise my answer would be you love.
Controlling my tears, I kissed him and till today after so
many years, I just hope that soon my God calls me up and there I wait for him so
that there under no precincts, I stay with him and love him. No matter what
happens his love for me is the only reason I strive to live without him and
hope that his promises at the right time get fulfilled. I knew that love has
no margins but we came with conditions, stipulations, and addendum. Waiting for
my paradise.
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