Param held me from my shoulders, I knew it
was again a very bad news, I could feel that
somehow. He looked into my watery eyes and
with great difficulty he gathered some strength
and said "I have my cousin's friend working
there, I gave him the details about Harshad,
about the hospital where he is admitted and he
told me that Harshad is in very serious
condition, he is badly injured but he isn't
letting anyone from his family or friends know
about his condition because he doesn't want
to stress his loved ones." I broke down again.
Why? Why Harshad only? God! Everything
happened because of me and I couldn't do
anything. I cried, I screamed, I shouted! I
wanted to go to Harshad, I wanted to meet
him, apologise him, help him but all I can do
was, sit here and pray and curse myself.
Seemed as if time, life and destiny slapped us
both hardly but everything has a limit.
Water crossed it's brim. I couldn't bear this
pain. I called Param and told him that either I
will go to Harshad now or I will kill myself.
This depression already killed me from within
so why not totally end up everything? I am
also a human right? How much can I suffer
more? This distance, this condition, his
suffering, this whole scenario was just out of
my tolerance. I really wanted to die then to
stay in this aweful condition. Param was my
only hope.
A few days later when Param saw my
condition worsened, he finally gave up infront
of me, he could sense no other option so he
applied for visa for us both. With a few good
contacts, it took us around one and half month
to finally get an approval. That one and half
month was not less then one and half decades
for me. But everyday I used to live with a hope
to get to meet Harshad, to see him, to feel
him. Finally, we got our visa, but our families
would have obviously never agreed so we both
decided to go without letting them know and
decided to handle the situation somehow once
we come back. Right now, I just couldn't sense
anything except Harshad. I was over-welmed,
finally I will able to be with my love, my life.
Finally, I will be able to see him. Finally, I will
be with him. After a really long journey, we
both reached there, we enquired about the
same hospital whose address Aunty gave us
but the hospital staff said that Harshad got
discharged about a week back. We got his
current address from the hospital records and
rushed to his residence but when we reached
there, the scenario was something which I
never even expected in my wildest dream...
Stay tuned for updates☺