Rahul and Daksh started to hangout very often. Rahul was admitted in Daksh’s school. After leaving the school both used to go the park nearby. They explored many places and there was not a single day when their pockets went empty. Well, Daksh was now feeling happy with Rahul. Rahul, occasionally, went to Daksh’s house for completing his homework and helped Daksh out in Mathematics as he was poor. Daksh too paid the debt by telling him about Indian history which he got to know through the books Naani gave him but unfortunately were burnt by his father. As days passed by, they both started to love each other’s company and with that they started to love the life in London, but never forgot India. They often described their favorite things in India which they missed a lot in London but still both of them liked London. Everything was going good. Everyone was quite happy until that day, the day which even Daksh cannot forget as on that day he lost something extremely attached to him. Daksh left Rahul at his home and came back at his and started to remember that day for a thousandth time.
Daksh came home and drank a glass of orange juice waiting for him at the dining room. As always no one was at home but Naani. He straight away went to her room and found out that she was sleeping. He quietly went inside the room near to Naani’s bed and touched her feet for her blessings. She woke up and said, ‘You are here? And I did not even woke up!’
‘Need not to wake up. I see, you have warm feet. Fever?’ asked Daksh
‘I don’t know. My head is burning too and I am feeling a lot of pain in my heart’
‘So take another nap. That will help you,’ Daksh said and she did the same.
At 4 p.m. Dinesh came home and drank a glass of water and found out that no one was at home. He asked the maid that where everyone was to which she replied that all went to the hospital. Dinesh did not even bother to ask which one and rushed towards his car. He fastened the belt and called Raagini, Daksh’s mother. She told her that Naani got a heart attack and her situation right now is very critical. She told him that she was admitted in the Barnes Hospital and Dinesh sped towards the hospital. Naani was in the ICU. Doctors too were doing everything they could but they could not save her. Before Dinesh could reach
there, she was dead. Daksh cried a lot but Dinesh did not shed a tear. Naani was close to both of them but Dinesh had seen worse. Daksh remembered the last time she talked to him before sleeping. She murmured in his ear, ’Daksh, Indians are in trouble and you have to save them. Promise me this. Son, my end is near I am sleeping to wake in another life. But whichever that would be I will be there to guide you.’
Daksh came out of his memories and realized that he had to move over this incident because he remembered it every day for the last 7 months and it could not go this way. Daksh went to Rahul’s house to lighten his mind, talked to him and felt relieved. He came back home at about 7 o’ clock. As soon as he entered the door he heard his mom and dad fighting. It was something unusual at his house. He moved towards their room and tried to hear what was going on.
‘This is all your brother’s fault. Why did he enter that bloody world and went against Rajshekhran and Gupta? Had he not done that our life might have become much easier,’ shouted Dinesh.
‘I tried a lot to explain him not to enter politics,’ that last word shocked Daksh because Dinesh and Raagini always hated politics, Raagini continued, ‘But your father was the one who took him into the matter. He lost his life and Sagar, my one and the only brother too sacrificed his life. So all this is not my fault.’
‘What are you guys talking about?’ questioned Daksh as he came in the room and there was no reply or excuse they both could give. Three of them stood there silent and shocked, expecting someone would break this silence which seemed to last for a million years and was too heavy to be carried by these shoulders.
To be continued….