“Heyyyy look, a shooting star!!” Jenny exclaims like an adorable kid
as I sit on the reclining chair, staring at nothing in particular in our
balcony.
“Hmmm” I answer. Well, in my
mind it sounded like an affirmation to me, but Jenny is suddenly looking at me.
Oh Sigh!
“What? I heard you. Made a wish?” I say amicably. I am in no mood
for a nag session. What’s with women and stars anyway? I squelch this thought,
thinking, if Jen comes to know, she’ll lecture me about stereotyping.
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“What would I ask for? I’ve you.” She grins. Jen is so much in love
with me that sometimes I am just afraid about the end. There is no such reason
as such, but because of Jen’s health and the circumstances in which we got
legally married, I am scared that everything will end too soon.
Jenny is a patient of mild to
severe lunacy…and a lot of things. Well, I won’t call her a lunatic because I
love her, but she has these phases when it becomes almost impossible to be with
her, to control her. I had met her at Delhi University, when she was doing a
PhD in Mathematics. Of all the things, Jen is extremely good with numbers. She
will not watch television, will not read books but ask her to tally my Profit
and Loss A/c and correct my Balance Sheet; she would take less the 20 minutes
to make everything perfect. I feel proud of her. I still remember, when she was
telling me about how lonely she felt and how painful it was for her, when she
was not lucid, to control herself. Yes, I married her out of choice. No, it
wasn’t pity. My folks have severed ties with me for marrying a “Mad” woman. What they do not understand
is that Jen is not incapable or disabled in any manner. She is PHD in
Mathematics for crying out loud! She is just unwell. With patience and
medicines and most importantly, love – Jen will
recover.
“What are you thinking?” Jen sits on my lap, her arms around my neck
as I feel sudden tears in my eyes. I do love her. No matter how unwell she is,
I won’t be able to let her go.
“You are crying Karan?” Eyes widening, she takes my face in her
palms and asks, like a girl talking to her favorite doll.
“I missed the shooting star or I could’ve wished something too.” I
give her a smile and hug her tight. Dr. Bhatia is only lying. Has anyone ever
died before, because of a mental illness? He cannot be so sure.
“Karan, Jenny appears to be normal physically but her motor nerves are
slowing down. In a week or so, her sensory organs will stop functioning. I’ve….”
The man has the nerves to look concerned. Sigh. I know he was. “There is also a tiny lump in her cranial
membrane. I know it is too sudden for you to grasp, but apart from the
medicines she takes for lucidity, she also has a weak liver and these medicines
have damaged it considerably. Her other vital organs are inching towards
critical stage. You might have to admit her in two days.”
“Mr. Bhatia, You must have known about this – this liver and vital
organs issue, before. You are telling me now? When I have less than a week?”
I am almost screaming. Was this man waiting?
I instantaneously decide that I will take a second opinion. I don’t care if Mr.
Bhatia has dealt with Jen’s case from the beginning. I give him a good glare –
a good unreasonable fuming look.
“Mr. Karan! We all have known that not much can be done about Jen’s
health. I care about her like my own daughter! I understand that this is tough
for you. Believe me it is for me as well. But I am unfortunately, sure of what
I am saying. She has been under observation and I was hoping against hope that
she will be all right. But since last few sessions I’ve noticed a declining
pattern and today’s tests have confirmed of what we were apprehensive about. She
will not be able to make it through.”
I stand up suddenly. “Do you think I would have married Jen to let
her die? No Doctor! Just because you
are saying she will die, are you implying that I should leave her like this? I
will take her to the best hospitals and I will prove that you are wrong!!”
I know I’m being irrational
but…Jen cannot die. She cannot. I’ve been so particular with her meds, her
exercises and her needs – everything, She cannot just die!
“Son, please calm down. Please understand. She needs your strength. I
will give all my knowledge and skill to treat her. I wouldn’t mind, if a second
opinion feels like a good option to you.” Mr. Bhatia holds my shoulders as
I let this knowledge sink in, that Jen’s vital organs will soon betray her and
she, will betray me. That her ingenious brain will give up. No, it is not
possible. I know love has the power to heal. I walk out of the clinic and go
ahead to take a second opinion from a friend, who is a qualified neuro-surgeon
and a neurologist. Raghav just softened the blow by not using the word “dead” but said the same things as Dr.
Bhatia. My hopes have crashed and I suddenly feel that if love could save her,
I would give her all the love I could.
One thing everyone is sure about. Jen will be in pain. In so much pain. I
wish at least, God would let her go in peace.
This was yesterday and may be I
am imagining things, but Jen’s face resembles a skull now. I close my eyes as
Jenny puts her head on my shoulders. I will be admitting her tomorrow. Her belongings
are packed, her parents would arrive anytime tomorrow and I hope, just hope,
that she recovers seeing them. Suddenly, I notice that Jen has fallen asleep on
my shoulders.
I lift her up slowly and walk
to our room. A thought occurs in my head, ‘Will
it feel this way, when Jen dies…in my arms.’ Oh God! What am I thinking! I
cringe in horror at my own vile thinking and put Jenny to bed, tucking her inside
the quilt.
I watch her breathe softly,
feeling relieved. Death can be so horrifying. Even though we know that is the
ultimate journey, I never understood how it makes things easier in any way. I
walk out with a peg of whisky and stand in the balcony. Cold breeze soothes my
frazzled nerves as I think of how I had fallen in love with Jen. We have been
married for two years. She wanted my child, but doctor had strictly warned me
against it. It would be too much for her fragile body to bear. I complied. Her
life is more important to me. I take out my cell phone and absently dial my
mother’s number. I need her tonight.
“Karan?” I hear my mother’s voice.
“Maa….” There is a lump in my throat. I am speaking to the love I’d
lost about the love I will lose. My mother senses the hesitation and instead of
reminding me of the mistake I made, she whispers in a worried tone,
“Kya hua? Tu theek toh hai na?” (Trans.:What happened? Are you all right?)
“Maa, Jenny is going to die.” I finally say it – making it all too
real for me.
“What are you saying?” My mother sounds shocked and somewhere, I
feel better. Atleast, she has no reason to hate Jen now.
“I am admitting her tomorrow. Doctor says in two-three days, she will
suffer a multiple organ failure and it is not possible to save her for more
than a week – even on dialysis. Will…will you please come?” I realize that
I am crying like a boy who has lost his favorite possession.
“Karan… which hospital? I will leave tomorrow. Beta, I know you love
her… and I also know that I’ve hated her for no apparent reason, but I am your
mother. I am so sorry. I know you need me. I will be with you.” Unbelievably, but true, that my mother has a change of heart.
It is absurd how
the knowledge of death or may be fear of dying, makes people change their ways.
How we wait for something, to push us hard on the ground, to make us realize
the value of certain things. Mundane fights about right and wrong seem of no
importance when it comes to life and love. I give her the details and hang up,
feeling much better after letting my emotions out.
I sit on the chair and close my
eyes.
As I
relax, I feel something snap inside me. Jen
has closed her eyes too. I feel the sudden hush and the omnious silence ensnaring
me. I run up to the room, to find blood trickling out of her ears and nose. I
scream and scream. She doesn’t move. I call up Dr. Bhatia as I lift Jen up in
my arms and run across the living room to the front door.
It is 10 AM now. My mother is
consoling me and so is Jen’s family. But no one is crying. No one.
I go to our bedroom and lock
myself in…..silencing everyone with a look. I sit on the bed, where Jen lay
last night. I inhale a lingering scent of hers and go through Jen’s diaries and
work sheets, opening the drawers at random. I feel fresh tears leak out of my
eyes and find myself on my knees sobbing as a gaping hollow opens up inside me.
It feels like eternity when I get up and see a pink paper under Jen’s pillow. It
has her curly handwriting.
Dearest
dearest Karan,
I
know the world thinks I am crazy. Heck, even I think I am mad…but you know, I wish I had some control, any control on
what my brain does. You know the worst thing is that I don’t remember what
I have done. I have always gathered
from the cautious behavior of people around me that there is indeed something
wrong with me. At DU, Math was my
best friend. It still is. It always will be. I seemingly don’t register
anything else. Actually, I really don’t find anything else interesting. I may
have been unwell…but you know when I met you, it was the best thing that had
happened to me. You, you were the first person who did not pity me or look at
me with strange eyes that I might erupt any second.
You
loved me, even though you knew, I was flawed through and through. Even though,
you knew that you can turn your back on me, even though, you had all the power
to break me into pieces. It must have been a massive leap of faith from your
side, to marry me and take me as your life partner. J Remember Karan? When we had gone to Simla
and you had asked me if I was afraid what will happen tomorrow and I had not
answered? You must have thought I have not heard you. Sometimes, I’ve pretended
to not listen or understand, just to tease you, I am sorry *Holds ears*. But
you know, I will answer you now – I am afraid, especially these days. You know,
there is a weird frown on Bhatia Uncle’s face every time he makes me go through
MRI and all those tests. I don’t want to say this, but I feel I am going to
die. You know, suddenly colors are too bright and music is too loud. I cannot
even correct my sheets of formulas, the numbers keep disappearing. I know, I
sound crazy, but I am not lying.
So,
tonight I am writing this as a proof of how much I love you. I have not felt a
single moment of pain with you in these two years – even when Uncle said no for
a baby. I felt like your
child, the way you made me feel comfortable and stashed away your feelings,
taking me out and doing all the funny things, I will never forget. Now, promise
me one thing – okay? I am not saying I am leaving you, but if I do and believe
me, I will return. J
Karan….will you marry again? Please? For my sake? Take your time, see…I know,
you are just 28 and believe me, you are so handsome, that if I was all right, I
would have remarried you. Please? Don’t break your heart over me, for I know
you love me and I love you too…so much! You made me believe in my existence. Oh, and the guitar you asked me to sell? I've repaired it and kept it in my cupboard, in the down shelf. It's gift wrapped. Start playing again! :D
Karan,
memories are the best things we can have and I don’t want you to shed a tear
for me… I won’t be happy then. I want you to remember me as someone you loved
and made happy. You’ve made too many sacrifices for me…and now, you have to
live again. All right?
*Hugs*
Love,
Your
Jen J
15 comments:
You have done it again :) I was so engrossed in reading that at the end of it I had a lump formed in my throat.. That touching it was.. Love really is a great emotion and you sometimes transport me to another time and into another world..
You have done it again :) I was so engrossed in reading that at the end of it I had a lump formed in my throat.. That touching it was.. Love really is a great emotion and you sometimes transport me to another time and into another world..
@Darling: :) :) It's inspired from something I know... just the basis... I cried too.... Thank you.. :D
I LOVED every bit of this story ☺ It was so intense in emotion, and ahh! I don't know what to say, cause it just wouldn't be enough...
To say the least, it was touching... ☺
i couldnt read it completely at the first attempt..because my tears were blocking my vision.
Mishti..only you can do something like this to me..
this has to be one of the MOST touching posts i have read in a very long time..
its beyond beautiful..
it suddenly reminded me of "A Walk to Remember"
sometimes..love does teach us things in life..
and if it gives us the strength to move on..nothing is more powerful than that..
love you honey..
*hugs*
blessed be.
Cheers!
@Kiara: *Hugs* :) :) I know...the feel :D
@Meoww: *Super tight Hug* I understand and knoww....Sigh, I was choked too while writing it. Love you too baby!! :D :* And yes, love teaches a lot of things :D I am glad to have you in my life.
Blessed Be!
woww.. i usually dont cry while reading (except, ps- I love u and A walk to rememebr) but, when i finished reading the letter I had a lump in my throat... :)
I cant even make the happy smiley here... MSM, I accuse u of making me cry!! :)
*tight hugs*
Speechless....
wow.. this is really awesome, well written. You can really feel the sorrow, the frustration and the hope burning within the characters..
@Aditi Ray: *Hugs* I am sorry, you can have me arrested :D :P :D
@Raumali: :) :) *Hugs* Don't be sad, okay?
@Roshan: Thank you! :D :)
Again, you have done it. I had tears flowing down my eyes silently and my heart feels constricted. A very touchy topic, how to live beyond the ones we loved. I don't know how anyone can manage to do it. Totally lost for words..
@Keirthana: *Hugs* I understand.
YOU ARE GOOD!
You were terrific here!! I was so engrossed in reading. & it touched me here.. sidha dil pe..!! sachi!!
P.S have u ever considered writing a book..?
If not , I'll say u r suffering from idiosyncrasy..hahah!
wow... moved beyond words..
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