Immortal!!

The nurse entered the Cabin no. 327 on general ward. The AC was on with the temperature controlling the humidity of the hot summer.   The slippers were neatly placed at one corner of the room. The patient was lying still on the bed and a woman of approximately late-thirties was sitting on a chair next to the patient.

She followed the normal daily routine of checking the nerves and injecting him with the Anistreplase.  She then left the room.

The fainted white color was the only thing that the patient could see lying there and his wife, always there beside him.  His pacemaker was trying its best to control the heart rhythms.

His name was Abhay Shrestha. He was currently in his early forties with his hair greyish in color and the face looked quite pale. His eyes were lost now and his heart was stuck inside the captivity of the pacemaker and emotions.

He was quite a bubbly person two years back who would enjoy doing almost anything, crack jokes on people and he had an amazing life but the heart couldn’t bear the news of the early demise of his son in a car accident in the US.

The colors of happiness faded along with the tears and the loss of a precious part from his life.

He had sent his son for his studies abroad and he had just started his high school when the terrible accident changed all of their lives completely.

Abhay was forced to insert a pacemaker in his abdomen as the stroke interfered.

Recently, the heart rate again started to play with the pacemaker and he was admitted to the hospital.

The doze of Anistreplase was used sometimes on serious matters in the last two years and the nurse injected it now too and continued the rituals of medication.

He was staring at his beautiful wife, Kripa who was always there for him in his ups and downs, and right now sitting beside him ignoring the world.

The greyish hair could still be seen in some parts though she had hidden the hair with black color. The wrinkles could still be seen in some parts of her face. Her eyeliner had faded away and dark circles had appeared which would let him know that she hadn’t slept properly at all. There was no lipstick on those seductive lips which had made him crazy for her always.

He would close his eyes and blame himself for making her suffer.

“I am responsible for this.” He would murmur it sometimes and still forcefully smile looking at her for being there for him.

He had a sister, Nidhi who had currently settled down in Ireland with her family and he didn’t want her to enter his life of misery and pains.

Abhay could still remember the first day when he met Kripa for the first time.

It was the last year in college for his Bachelor’s degree. He had lived three years of his college with lots of experiences and sharpening his engineering skills. The distractions of life hadn’t interfered in his life yet.

Abhay was always ready for a new challenge as the slim body with intelligent mind couldn’t ask for any more.

The decade of 90s was coming to an end when the freshers were about to enter their new phase to gain their undergraduate degree.

The new session started and Abhay’s sister was in her second year in the same college.

The college had a trend that the students had to throw a party with cultural events to welcome the new batches.

The party was scheduled after two months from the start of a new session.

The college was being introduced to the new batches in the first two months whereas the other batches were busy organizing an event for them.

Finally the day had arrived. The organizers had worked really hard to make it a grand event.

The audience was well dressed with lots of excitement injected to them. The day started with musical performance and dances which thrilled the spectators. The noise of the people were so loud and supporting that the event had reached its height.

Abhay was well dressed in a black suit and a well-polished shoes and a black tie, hanging around his neck. The hair was neatly combed and his perfume was leaving a mesmerizing scent to grab the attention of the people.

He was looking handsome with lots of girls staring at him and there he saw, Kripa staring at him too. She was wearing a yellow simple sari, with typical black borders. Her hair was curled and perfectly tied; the major part of her hair fell towards her back.

Her brown eyes were fixed towards him and Abhay was deeply hypnotized by her beauty too. They couldn’t talk to each other directly as they didn’t even know the names of each other. It was like a movie scene, where the camera was focusing on those two and all other people and things around them were blurred.

Nidhi was dressed in a black sari with her hair straightened and untied. The bare back was covered with a black shawl and the display of her prettiness, gave the auditorium, a different aroma.

Kripa then asked her friends about Abhay and found out that he was one of the final year students and they had an age gap of three years.

Abhay had never been so fantasized by women but he had many crushes, but this time it was different. He shyly called Nidhi, his sister and whispered to enquire about the girl, in her ears.

Nidhi and Abhay were brother and sister but moreover, they were the closest of friends; they would share everything with each other, about their problems, love life and everything.

Nidhi said softly, “Finally, someone came, to put some melody into your barren heart and compose an orgasmic song of love.”

“… all those rejected proposals will finally rest in peace now!!” She giggled.

Nidhi then wandered around for making inquiries as most girls are good at these things. She came back after fifteen minutes and stood still in front of Abhay.

“Kripa Rimal, its Kripa Rimal, and she was attracted towards my handsome brother too; she was asking her friends about you.”

“Whoa, I never expected that someone would like me on the first sight, or I’d like someone on the very first peek; I thought these things happen in movies only.” Abhay said.

“The music is on now. I’ll kill you if you didn’t ask her for a dance. Don’t mess this one bro. Good Luck.” Nidhi went back to the dance floor.

Abhay then thought it as an opportunity to get introduced to each other, but a love struck heart is coward and soft, as the fear would give thrills, to commit some nuisances whereas the smallest of problems would prick like a sharp needle, and the pain would result in tears.

Abhay took some steps and his friends started to tease him, he saw a destiny in her and ignored what his friends were doing.

The steps were slow and he could see her in the spotlight and the people around him were moving in a slow motion, but his eyes were fixed on her.

Kripa’s friends started to tease her and tried to push her towards him as they knew he had come for her.

Abhay then took out his hands from the pocket and said, “Hi, I am Abb-bhay.” He never stammered but this time, he was nervous for real.

The voice was rough and hoarse but the nervousness made the tiger’s voice transform into a cat’s voice.

The boy, who would study for fifteen minutes, the previous night and would sit for his Board exams and never get nervous, was nervous for the first time.

She had to reply now; her blushing face was well buried with her make up, so he would not notice.

“I am Kripa, Kripa Rimal.”

The sound of her voice was like the small drops of dew, sliding through the leaves and slowly jumping to the ground and thus creating the melodious sound for the nature.

“I know I am a complete stranger to you as we have never met before but a dance could make us friends.” Abhay spoke as fast as he could.

The line sounded cheesy and yucky. He realized after pouring those words.

“What?” She replied as the loud music and his words faster than the fastest train in the world didn’t let her listen to what he said.

He smiled from inside as she couldn’t hear those useless words and now asked her normally, “Do you think, we could, maybe dance?”

“…it’s your wish, you can say no, if you don’t want to, could we?” his words clearly showed how nervous he was.

She smiled watching him tremble letting every words go out of his mouth, slowly and thought he was too innocent.

“We could.” She spoke a little.

She was flooded with euphoria as she was expecting at least, he could ask her for a dance.

The dance proposal helped them to beautify the moment and talk with each other for the first time.

The romanticism flowed with the music with Abhay’s right hand was holding her left hand; his other hand was on her hip, whereas Kripa’s other hand was on his left shoulder.

The feet would eventually move with the music and it would automatically create some dance moves to keep them closer.

The dance moves eventually came to an end when the music stopped after about four minutes.

Those first four minutes of closeness, the starter of love, were still preserved in their memories till the present day, after the seventeen years of marriage.

The awkward moments led them to know each other, in a world of seven billion and they were thankful to God, that they had each other.

The first time when he saw her, and the next three months, it took them to officially call for a relationship, was memorable and acquired every part of their brain.

The life they both led had many ups and downs, twists and turns, the tears and pains, the happiness and joy, but love never died.

They got married after three years of young romance. The marriage was small with their close relatives and friends invited. Nidhi was the happiest to see them wed each other as she was the first to know about her brother’s love.

The marriage resulted with a son after one and a half year, Anwit and their happiness of love that possessed most of their brains was buried with the happiness of continuation of legacy.

The sadness entered when they lost their only son, two years back, flooded with the tears of pain.

Abhay knew that people can never attain immortality in life but they could always hope for an immortal love; he was glad that he had found the love of his life in an young age.

People nowadays, may find love in an interval of a month but those small fake loves are helping to make a bridge to reach the other end, to meet the one, the love of your life.

Kripa was always there, beside him, she was grateful that she could spend half of her life with the person who could make her the happiest person alive.

He could smile in an overall rate for what had happened in their lives in the past. He was sad but could not always mourn for his son’s demise.

The white hospital ceiling welcomed him after he opened his eyes and he had a smile on his face.

“Why are you smiling, all of a sudden?” Kripa asked entering the room.

“Do you remember how did we meet for the first time?” Abhay asked with a smile.

“Of course, I do but now let’s go, the doctor said we can go home Hun.”

They both opened the doors and headed towards home, holding each other’s hand, with the immortal love they carry.