A Second Life…

November 1994

Turning back the pages of life, to a memory that brought us back from the demon’s eye and dropped us into God’s lap. I hardly remember an ounce of the incident, as I was just 2 years old. The only image that I can sketch is from my mom and dad’s eyes and their deeply rooted wounds.

Like every other family, mine was equally excited about the upcoming Diwali vacation. It was a trip to a holy destination, a well-known religious place of all Jains “Palitana”. And my sister had been more happy about it because it was my first holiday with everyone. A trip with the little one that gave them a special reason to cherish. But, none of us was aware of the forthcoming darkness that Diwali was about to bring.

Faces glued with delight and sparkles of the festive season, 5 of us: my dearest Nani, mom, dad, sister and tiny me, we started our awaited trip. Oh..I missed out the main person, our driver who supposedly was the lead of our journey, a journey which took a disastrous U-turn after 5 hours.

Till the time we had our lunch the journey had been a smooth one, waves of laughter were being shared and tiny me was being cuddled. Post lunch, everyone was about to doze off, tiny me was already asleep in my daddy’s lap seated on the front seat. And just before our lives revolved my dad placed me back seat, in my mom’s lap.

The clock ticked 3:00 pm, everyone was asleep and the lead person “Our Driver”, who wasn’t supposed to sleep, even he drowsed. Our car which was moving at a speed of 100, hit the tree roadside and the car shredded into 2 parts, the front glass crackled into pieces and damaged my dad’s entire face. My mom and Nani were hit by the front seats and everyone in the car was unconscious except my sister. Her bravery and smartness that day saved every one of us. She started screaming out “Help..! Help..!” as much as she could and by God’s grace, a passing car stopped by, for our help.

The generous person who stopped by was MLA of the district. He picked my sister out of the car and started looking out for everyone else in the car. When he looked at my father, he felt that he was no more and so he just dumped him in the trunk of his car. He hurriedly pulled everyone and rushed to the nearest hospital. Throughout the journey, he was worried about how many would survive the crash, along with my dad he had thought that even my mom or Nani’s life would end. Apart from everyone else in the car, the only lucky person to survive without any bruises was “ME”. The change from front seat to back seat was the fate that God had planned for me.

The days had been tough and the most dreadful ones. While my family member from our hometown reached the hospital which almost took them a day, we had seen Humanity taking a birth in that hospital. My dad, mom and Nani were a victim of major injuries and were under observation for the entire time. They were in a situation where it was hard to recognize them by their face or voice. And all the while when I and my sister were all alone, the natives of that little town took care of us. Not only did they handle us but they made sure my family had enough food and necessities to survive. By the time, my family reached we already had a little family who looked after us. By God’s grace and prayers chanted for my family, all of us survived the disaster and recovered within months.

Today when I hear this story for like nth time, my soul still trembles. What if I had been in the front seat? What if my sister too had been unconscious? What if the MLA would not have cared to stop? What if every one of us had been a victim of devil’s plan? What if God had not been kind to us? What if in the hospital no one had looked after me and my sister? And on and on, thoughts which might not be that meaningful to everyone but that’s what has made my family fall in love with our treasured life. Tear’s bowl down my eyes when I think of how grateful God had been to my family. The scars and wounds still appear fresh on my mom and dad’s face but the storm has made our belief in God and Humanity strong enough to love our life more and more.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Comfort Zone

June, 2009

Kritika Sharma, a teenage girl with sharp dramatic eyes, innocent face, beautiful brown hair and a smile that never left her lips apart.

She was a kind of girl who would pop up in any random discussion, would easily gang up among a crowd of strangers and socialize with them as if she knew everyone since ages. For her being the star of the gang was as easy as getting a candy from an ice cream shop. A girl with complete entertainment and a comfort zone for every one around her.

October,2013

Kritika had been in a relationship since 4 years and was crazily fond of Rohan. No matter how much they fought the end would be always a happy one. For everyone else, Kritika was a comfort zone but for Kritika her only comfort zone was Rohan. Since a year Rohan had shifted to States for pursuing his masters. And the long distance journey had turned out to be harsh on them, infinite fights, blames, doubts and much more. There had been a discussion going on between them for convincing Rohan’s parents for marriage. Rohan had not been able to convince his parents as Kritika belonged to other caste. Things had fallen apart, as there was a girl whom Rohan had been seeing up on his parents force. Kritika some where had got the negative vibes about Rohan leaving her.

One fine evening, Kritika was at her home, preparing for her final year exams and her phone rang. She was engrossed in her studies and thought of ignoring the call, but when she saw the screen flashing Rohan’s name, she picked it up in a second.

“The Conversation”

Rohan : Hi Kritika

Kritika (a pause) : Hi Ro..!!

Rohan : Kritika before you ask me anything and before we again begin to fight, I want to inform you some thing. Hello? Kritika ?? are you there??

Kritika (The word “INFORM” gave her an adrenaline rush) : Yea..Yeaah.. Ro…Rohan.. I am listening.

Rohan : Kritika I am sorry to bring up this news, but I can’t cheat over you. I got engaged last week. I am sorry I could not inform you earlier, it had been all of sudden and you know my parents just wanted me to get engaged with her. All I can say is I am sorry and All the Best Kritika.

Kritika without saying a word hung up the phone. She was shattered and dumbstruck. Every thing around her seemed blurry, she sobbed for hours and hours, she cursed herself for trusting Rohan blindly and waiting for him all through the years. She even failed her MBA finals.

July, 2015

Ever since Kritika and Rohan had fallen apart, she had changed. Her tricky eyes, her melodrama and playful tact’s no longer existed. For her being comfortable or trusting any guy was no longer on her to-do list. She would keep herself away from a mob and would not open up with anyone.

After few months, on extreme force of her best friend Ruhi, Kritika agreed to go up on a trip with Ruhi and her friends. Kritika had kind of made an agreement with Ruhi saying though she has agreed for a trip but Ruhi should not force for anything once they reach there. They were 8 of them, 3 boys and 5 girls. Kritika only knew Ruhi and everyone else no longer bothered for her. Others were quite friendly since they already had chitchats on the whatsapp group named “The TRIP”which Kritika had muted ever since the group was made.

It was a pleasant evening, they were in a resort on hill-side somewhere near Nasik. Kritika had been silent, reading a book as she was alone on a vacation. Her phone beeped with a quote from an unknown number.

The quote said “The real woman is whoever she wants to be”. Her eyes rose up and she smiled and immediately looked up for the number in true caller. It was a message from karan Mehra, the guy who was sitting right in front of her. It was some thing about the quote or the guy that had touched her heart and she replied “Thank you”. Seemed like in the entire 2 days of trip, Karan had been trying to understand her, though they never spoke with each other and nor did they chat on whatsapp. The trip got over and everyone returned back to the routine with a false promise of staying in contact.

Karan was curious to know Kritika, as if there was more about her which she hadn’t yet opened up. Karan thought of giving it a try, a try for a friendship and a try to know her more.

“Whatsapp Chats”

Karan : Hi Kritika. Its Karan here, Remember me?

Kritika (After 30 minutes): Hi Karan. I have your number. I do remember you.

Karan : Kritika I was just thinking if we can meet, only if you are comfortable with it.

Kritika : Well I don’t know what being comfortable is. But yes I can meet you for a coffee, I owe you one for the amazing quote you had shared.

Karan : Great. Will catch up Friday evening, 5:00 pm, Irish House. Thanks Kritika. Take Care

Kritika: Sure. Bye 🙂

The following night, Kritika thought about Karan. It had been 2 years, ever since she met any guy all alone. But this guy, Karan had some thing. Probably a comfort which she was looking for.

5:00 PM, Friday

Kritika and Karan exchanged a handshake and ordered a coffee. Karan tried his best to make her comfortable and he even made her smile a couple of times by sharing his funny experiences. Kritika was there in the coffee house for a specific reason,she wanted to know what made Karan send her the quote that day. She was amazed when he heard his reply.

Karan : Kritika, the quote is just for a woman like you.  Firstly I am sorry, that I had been observing and trying to study your mind throughout the trip. I would just tell you one thing You are a powerful woman, you might have suffered a lot but don’t let the suffering take every thing from you. You can be a lot more than what you are now. Give your life a second chance.

Kritika had tears in her eyes as if some one had touched her soul, as if it was the perfect comfort that she needed and all that she missed was right here. Kritika was running out of words and she thanked Karan and left for home.

A day after, Kritika called Karan, and once again Karan made her laugh like no one else did. Slowly Kritika had again begun to trust. They met quite often, and in one of those meetings Kritika had narrated her side of the story. Karan who made sure the topic is never opened again. Kritika had found her comfort zone back, her playful tricks, her naughty smile and her love for her life was all on track.

So were they in love with each other?

No they weren’t in love, but they were in a relation stronger than love and it was “FRIENDSHIP”. They shared a bond of trust, comfort, truth and happiness.

Karan and Kritika had found a soul friend in each other.

P.S : Past might break you down, might tear you apart. But, don’t let a single person take down every thing from you. Learn to rise, learn to find the right one. It’s a small world, and there is a comfort zone for every one of us. Not every relation is about love some are above love.