Journey Never Ends!!

It was 8 pm on a Saturday night, the bars were open and she was there enjoying herself with the drinks, the alcoholism effect was turning her unconscious and after two long hours of fun, she decided to walk back to her apartment. Her friends said they would drop her home after sometime but she listened to no one. The street was pitch dark with a light visible at the other end. The steps were small and zigzag as the fluid that her body took had to make its presence known.
The dogs were wandering around like they lost their ways out and there was Sukriti all messed up and afraid and alone trying to lit up her cigarette so that she could inhale the warmth in that chilly night. Her steps were still struggling as she drank way too much than her capacity. The wind was howling that someone was nearby to comfort her but her messed up senses would not want to meet that someone right now.

The sparks of the beautiful evening that she spent was the reason for her drunken smile.

Her steps moved slower than a snail with every puffs of smoke.

"Let It Be, Let It Be. Let It Be" The Beatles were releasing their art through her earphones to accompany her to her apartment.

With every progress of nearing to her apartment, she was thinking about her mother who was living in their small heaven, that is what she called her village, 20 Miles east to Khaptad.

Sukriti had to abandon her fun life there in order to sort out her reality as per her family's wish as she was the eldest and she had to lead her family later.

She had a younger brother of eight who had recently joined the nearby school; Ravi was still small and the small gaps between his fingers would always wait for his sister’s hands to fill the gaps perfectly.

She had own a small apartment at Kathmandu. She had to come a long way from the bottom of the pit to reach this level.

Her hands were rough and the level of strength increased with the works she involved herself in order to live the life of a city and of course the isolation in a different world.

She had friends here but the ritual that she needed to follow to live in the city was weakening her day by day. The fear would always be by her side; she would always ignore it but it never left her.
The night was chilly but silent; the stars were the only light guiding her and she felt like moon went on a date with the sun.
Right then, she was balancing her footsteps in a narrow passage and the load shedding also helped her with the generosity of darkness. She had also thrown away the last bit of cigarette too and there were no more cigarettes left in her pocket. She could run to her apartment but the alcohol wouldn’t grant her that permission.

Now to her utmost luck, the music also bid her goodbye with her cellphone’s battery dead. She had to walk home with nothing but her naked eyes fixed towards the light at the other end and the horrifying silence of the darkness.

She could now clearly hear the wind howling and the barks of the street homeless dogs as if they were pleading her to take them home in that cold wintery night.

She could now hear footsteps right behind her from a distance. She could guess there was more than one person behind her with her messed up senses.

The streets of Patan would be full of tourists and the local people when the sun would accompany the place but it was empty when the stars decided to offer its sparkling assistance in the midnight.

Sukriti finally could see her apartment in a distance with her pretty green eyes. She was still struggling but she could finally step her premises.

She could feel that she is home now and she could lie down to turn off the alcohol effect. She had to walk up to the third floor and slowly and steadily she reached her destination.

The door was locked and she kind of took five minutes to search the keys from her small bag, then she took another five minutes to insert the key perfectly in the keyhole and unlock her small apartment.

Her apartment was of three rooms consisting of one small bedroom, a living room and a kitchen. A washroom was attached right beside the kitchen and she hurriedly locked the door and switched on the emergency inverter to lighten up her room to end the darkness.

Then she entered the washroom to stop her dizziness by finally spraying some cold water on her face though it had no effect inside.

After freshening up, she walked towards her bed to lie down to sleep but sleep doesn’t actually cooperate when you want it so bad after all.

Sukriti then searched for her diary, her personal diary that contained almost everything that ever happened to her in her entire life. She flipped some pages and a letter fell down from the diary; she picked it up and looked at it.

Dear Suk…

The rights and wrongs were to be decided in almost every phase of the life and my mind took that responsibility very well but after these eyes saw you for the very first time in your red Kurtha and blue jeans, the mind stopped working and transferred its responsibility to the heart. Those eyes saw you as a drug, a drug which you want it and can’t get rid of it at any cost.

My life changed in a matter of seconds and I was love drunk right away and being with you would only help me get rid of the hangover. Those few seconds when you used to walk past me slowly, smiling and gossiping with your friends and I could only stare at you for those seconds and that would be the best part of my day.

The heart started to beat for you every time after these eyes had a glance at you. The nerves couldn’t feel any sensations and the lips always wanted to touch you every time. I think I am mad, madly in love with you that I can’t lie.

I could never pour these words in front of you as these steps would stay still when you’d walk past me and the words could only be expressed in paper to let you know that you had an admirer in your life too who could do anything for you; a lover who would love you to that extreme point that no one would even dare to reach; a protector to protect you from all the sorrows and sadness.

I want to be your weakness and strength too. I know I am the guy whom you don’t know very well. Our conversation would awkwardly end in “hello” and “Hi” but those short interactions would make even my worst day.

The wasted heart has fallen for you and will love you always!

Love,

Animesh

Sukriti had tears on her eyes rolling down to her cheeks as she had just read a four years old letter. It was the letter that she received just one week before her departure from her little village. She could not reply it or gave him an answer as she didn’t want to break him apart by giving him the news of her, leaving for the city.

The childish literature and some cheesy lines could still make the mature and experienced eyes watery at some point of the life. She could never meet him and get to know him and maybe she could love him like the words in the letter.

Her miserable life and the poverty played a major role to push her to the city to plead and sell her services to earn lots of money to raise their living standard.

The eldest member of the family could never gift her heart to someone as all she could think about then was of the family and the city lights would sometimes blind her eyes for the moment to let her realize that she should have at least replied his letter.

She had to sacrifice everything at some point of her life. Sukriti was happy then when she left for the city as she wanted freedom and she thought she could do something for her family in the dream city but the isolation and the selfish city haunted her and compelled to strengthen her abilities.

She didn’t let any man enter her in her heart after the ignorance of that teenage love letter and didn’t involve anyone in her deepest secrets too.

She did know that she had to work at several places and send money miles away at the right time otherwise the hunger would strike her family at once.

The love from the helpless mother was always there but there was always a compulsion of working in a money land after all, the dim lights would make her think a lot of her past and unluckiness of making her family poor.

The bright side was that she was fetching in every bits and bytes that life had offered. She would always hope for the next day to bring some changes to her normal routine and make her life worth living.

Life can change in just some seconds as it can never be always sadness and hard work in one’s life as the amalgamation of happiness and sadness has been gifted by God to each and every one living out there so the hope of a change must be kept within and a normal routine can be changed into something special in an instant.

Sukriti could only sleep for two hours that night and the real hangover affected her Sunday morning again but she had to go for her work, obey her daily schedule. She freshens up with some cold water on her face and a glass of lemonade.

She put on her coat and set out in the chilly winter. She set out to start her day again, yes of course with a smile greeting everyone who knew her. 

She set out again…