Their Infinity

Chapter 8

Abhay's POV:

         Today is my mother's birth anniversary. She is no more with us. But every year, I and dad go to the temple and distribute food and some stuffs to the poor in her memory . It was an yearly ritual. Though it hurt to remember that she is no more with us but I know that she would be happy by this gesture. She was a wonderful person with greatest heart. God really is unfair. He took away his biggest fan. I will never forgive him for that. Since, my mother's death I stopped believing in God. I wouldn't have ever entered the temple if it was not for my mother's happiness. 

          So, here I was getting ready to visit the temple along with my dad. After my mother's death, my dad and I became distant. We both were going through tough times and neither of us was coping properly from it. As we sat in the car, there was utter silence. We both didn't speak a word to each other. We reached the temple after half hour of silence. There we distributed all the stuff and dad went towards the water. There were many memories of mom and dad there. So I decided to leave him alone to this thoughts and told his Secretary to take care of him.

            I was about to leave when I felt as if I saw my mum. There was a woman in a peach coloured saree with bangles and all doing pradakshina in the temple. I was silently observing her every move. She looked so pure and fragile. As if my feet had developed their own brain they followed her and stood right behind her. I could feel her scent and it was intoxicating. Her mere presence was making me vulnerable. I stood there for a good seconds and then she turned and bumped into me.

              Saying that she was beautiful, would be an understatement. She was like an angel. She was also staring at me. I brought her out of her imagination by saying, " Hey, watch while u walk." I knew it was my fault but I didn't want to give in. She was about to say something when someone called her from behind. 'Anu, what a beautiful name. It would be more beautiful if it would have Abhay after it'. What the hell was i thinking. I have just met her and I was making marriage plans. I didn't want to be vulnerable. Love was not in my dictionary.

                 She started moving ahead when her saree got entangled in my cufflink. She was miserably failing at removing it. So I just jerked my hand and removed it. Her saree tore. And she started crying. I don't know why but I couldn't see her tears. She started saying something. I thought she was upset because her saree tore and I did the only thing that came in my mind. I removed money from my wallet and threw it on her face and said some really mean things to her. I thought she would just cry and run away with money but she was one feisty little girl. She took vermillion from the temple counter and smeared it on my blazer and then collected the money from the ground and kept it in my hand and said, " You keep it and get your dress dry cleaned" .