• Published : 12 Jun, 2014
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“Sorry, the only word that turns a saint into a sinner, and a sinner into a saint. If I was wrong then I am sorry”

August 12:
It was a rainy Wednesday morning. That is the beginning of our story and the end too. I was waiting at the bus stop. It was raining heavily. I thought of how it was similar to my love for Aasha. Yes, she is ‘Aasha’, my only love, my wife. I was waiting for her. It was exactly 8:45am. I had forgotten my umbrella. She would be bringing it. 
I used to go to office at 8:00 am. But I had worked late the previous night and overslept the next morning. Hence the delay.
Yet, it was a good day for me. After marriage that was the first time I was going to spend some time with my lovely wife. We had both been busy with our own work. I hadn’t spent much time with her. That day, I hoped she would feel happy with my presents I had given before going to office. It was a special day for her. It was her Birthday.
During our college days, on her birthday, I used to spend more time with her. That stage had passed. We had lost all our inside jokes, yet we were happy. I hoped we were! I started thinking about that for a moment; suddenly someone came in front of me. It was Aasha. She came with an umbrella in her hand and a cheery smile on her face. 
And those memories came rushing back, beyond my control. Her smile, one of the most precious things about her (they made me melt!) had triggered the memory of that day. No one liked to remember it, but I do

Episode #1
August 12
The most exciting day of my life, we walked together on the edge of the road, snuggling under the umbrella. We were chatting about shopping and other weekend plans. I was searching for a new job, as the present one was not satisfactory. ’I was just a web designer with few creative skills (actually, very few). That was why I was not placed in a good company and hence the search. She was happy with her job as a software analyst. But we had planned she would leave as soon as we decide on extending the family. 
We loved each other a lot. We would often remember college days and our sudden marriage. Yes, it had happened rather quickly. It played out like a movie, full of suspense, despair, thrill and triumphant joy.
We had to cross the road from our house to reach the bus stop. She walked gently on the road singing an Illayraja melody. ’Her movements were musical as well, and I heard that song which woke me up every day. We reached neared the bus stop. She came closer to me, rubbed my arm and said, “You go home and take some rest. I will come soon in the evening”. I didn’t want her to go away from me. I felt bad to let her go to her office. It was just her third day at work but I had never earlier felt this eerie premonition. I wanted to drag her home, not let her go.
She almost crossed half of the road and was few seconds away to get into the bus. I wondered whether she would turn to wave a goodbye, or give me a smile. At least I would see her face, why did I think like that. Was I that mad about her? This happens in love. I prayed to God to help me. That was my last wish; to make her look at me before she got into the bus. As I grew anxious my heart started pounding, Will she or won’t she? 
I decided to create some sound to make her turn back. I started to wonder, ‘What kind of sound should I make? A mobile ring? No, what if she doesn’t hear the bell? Yes, a horn. That’s a better idea to gain her attention. Now how can I make such sound? I don’t even have a bicycle!” All of a sudden, I heard a sound that was quite different. It was actually a honk of a car but it was different; so different it caught my notice. That helped me gain her attention. It was a wonderful feeling. I finally made it. I loved her really, truly, madly and so deeply.
I hoped she too would be happy on seeing me. However she wasn’t. She really wasn’t. She started to stare at me. Not me, but something else that seemed to threaten her. I saw fear in her eyes. I couldn’t understand what was making her react like that. She was trying to say something. I moved slightly. Before I knew it, the honking car whizzed past me.  ’It all happened in a fraction of seconds.  I can recognize it only as a black vehicle and nothing more. After that, I forgot all the things that ever happened in my life, from the past until this moment. Before she could react, it hit her and drove away. 

To be continued...

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K B Ashwath Kumar

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I am a filmmaker and got intrested in sharing my scripts through novels......

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