A WHIMPER(A Short Story)

Written by Yasir 

That morning told me, something awaits you. . .

Water has touched more coldness . . . Windows have turned fade. .Body tempts to resist the change. . The single cloth of mine smiled at me . . .

Yes. . I own enough logic before the nature’s play, so I took the jacket & set off.

The chillness provided me the boldness much before you anticipate.

I was led by someone towards the filter of way.

Within the dew’s veil, I met her in due course & the pillars opened all the while, yet

Electra dispatched to somewhere.

I never had thought of a companion before; even staying alone since my childhood.

Her presence gave me a different sense in coming days. She was pretty much like me. Born & brought up by ‘nature’!!

 I was never prepared to open my mind. However somehow, she read my mind.

On August 26^th, 1970.I was stolen by her surname. Long twenty-five years was a golden time for us. Each & every moment with her silently kissed my tears away & we never felt being orphans.

Even though the great Almighty rejected us a cradle, there was no way of ladder of disputes between us. She always asks me, “Why didn’t we find a partner before we meet? ’’ I would present her smile & say, “Because God was preparing ourselves to meet each other!!”

She was a born angel. Every trifle in the house had her lovely touch. Her bed coffee had always enlightened me. It was her consent to adopt a child. “Like us, he’ll grow with us; within us.” Yet, the fate wore the array of darkness when she was taken away from me at his early five. Until these years, I never showered tears for being an orphan. But, I couldn’t resist myself when she left me. I looked up and asked the Lord, “Why did you do it, my God??? Weren’t you jealous of our love?”

The little chap’s touch reminded me of his Strength.

“Oh God, at least I should live for him. You’re not an orphan. You’ll never be.”

The next twenty years whispered my child’s story. He lives within me & that’s what made me to live.

Familiar ones did try to force me for a remarriage. “Whoever comes, will not substitute her. She’s always one.”

My ‘sun’ touched the sky. He got married & soon got immersed in his hectic schedule. He had to get settled in abroad. I’ve never turned his choice off. So, he too couldn’t insist me to come with them.

He would ask, “How can you stay alone here?”

I would smile & tell, “I was alone till I met your Mom. I’ll never be alone here as long as her memories are with me”.

Even today with a whimper, I still say,

“Yes. She was only one. No one can ever replace her”