Mayur OS – passionate Tomorrow
29th april '10
If only he knew what was coming up next, he would have lived it, just a little longer, but alas there would be no more turning back once its done.
And so now that she, nupur, his wife, his best friend had suddenly deserted him, he felt empty, faithless and despicable.
As he sat there on the bed, remembering everything that had happened that day, the accident, the painful eyes, the question, the empty feeling, he knew this was that point in life, which if he had an option, he would come back 5 years later to change, forever.
***
(Flashback)
29th april '10
it was just another day, horribly sunny, cloudless, with the irritating sound of birds chirping through. Life had never been worse, thought mayank, when he felt a sensuous aroma, of daisies and peach milk arouse him.
He took in the aroma again and sighed, 'nupur you smell wonderful today!'
'really?', he heard nupur ask, her voice content, and without looking at her he could tell she was blushing.
'of course.', he smiled as nupur weaved her hand through his hair, which still smelled of his gel, delightful.
'love your gel!'
'I thought you loved me', mayank looked up playfully.
'you sure know how to win a girls heart!', nupur smiled, as mayank got up, giving her a loving peck on her cheek.
'just give me a minute, let me wash up!', mayank smiled, as he played with the bangs which covered her forehead.
'take your time', she bellowed as she through the towel on to the bed, when she felt something prick her hand.
'oowwww', she howled out, as mayank came rushing out.
'havent you ever heard of the word 'careful' nupur?', mayank scowled, as he petted her hand with an ice cube.
'jesus Christ mayank! Its just a stupid prick!', nupur bellowed as mayank hugged her close.
***
'oh by the way, how about dinner tonight at bonnettes?', mayank asked nupur, on their way to his office and nupurs shiamak davar dance class, where she taught.
'that would be cool! What time?'
'how about 7?', mayank asked when nupur stopped him by his shirt sleeve.
'7?', she repeated, hoping she had heard wrong.
'yeah!'
'you forgot about the performance!'
'of course I dint! I know about your national dance programme which is-'
'tonight, at 7.'
'oh', was all that he could manage.
***
(at the dance class)
'miss nupur, my brother says dancing is not meant for me. he says I suck at it!', nupurs favourite student, samrat, a 7 year old spoke up.
'oh that cant be true baby! Because if that were true, then id be a bad teacher! And you yourself told me im the best right?'
'errr.. right.', samrat scratched his head, and then with a more confident body language he replied 'you got a point!'
***
That evening as nupur stood behind the curtains watching her choreography being given the name, shiamak davars choreography, and being applauded, she felt frustration. She knew it was what was going to happen, but still after 2 years of training these kids, helping them, and giving them just the right moves, she could've been credited at least a bit, she thought, when she saw mayank walk into the hall with gunjan, his sister.
***
'whats bothering you?', gunjan asked mayank as he looked confused.
'its just, I forgot about the program dates.'
'was she really angry?'
'hmmm.'
'would you tell me something mayank?', gunjan, his genius sister asked.
'yeah?'
'shes going to goa tomorrow for a program right?'
'yes.'
'if, just if she never came back from goa, like something happens to her, would you be able to live with it?' , gunjan asked, and after a few moments of silence, mayank shook his head.
'so appreciate her, do what you, as a husband should, not as a duty, but as what you would've done!'
'you're right!'
'she always remembers everything about you right? Every meeting, dates, even your files! Then why cant you?'
***
'cj has this art exhibition at her shop tomorrow, and I spent-', nupur started when mayank cut her in, 'sounds like fun', he said and then started to look around disinterested.
Nupur wet her lips and then tried again, 'where were you all day?'
'just walking around the city, thinking.'
'about?', it was like a rapid fire, she fired it straight back at him, and without thinking mayank replied, 'whether we would make it'.
By now her tears were visible in her eyes, as she decided to try one lasttime.
'lets go out this weekend?', she asked, as he replied, 'cant! Have to go to new york, business meeting'
and that did it, nupur just got up from her seat and whispered, 'mayank, I cant do this anymore! I cant be the SECOND PRIORITY of your life. So ill just leave, and maybe stay in goa for some more time, and think!', she bellowed and then left the restaurant, followed by a frantic mayank.
'nupur! I love you nupur! don't go! Ill die!', he frantically tried to stop her, as she got into the cab, the door still open, by his hand.
'coming in sir?', the cabbie asked, but mayank took a moment too long to think, and nupur closed the door and left.
As she cried in the car, waiting on a deserted signal, she heard someone call out, startled she turned back and saw mayank a few blocks away running to catch up.
(mayanks POV)
I was nearly there, her car was just a few blocks away, I waved her to stop, and started running faster, when out of the blue I saw a yellow light racing towards my nupur. my heart went frantic, but before I could do anything the light crashed into the cab in which she was sitting, and somewhere nearby the bell rang, it was midnight.
And the next thing I knew was I was being ushered into the ambulance, which carried nupurs half dead body, there was still hope.
***
2 hours later-
cj rushed inside the hospital, frantically looking, when she saw him, looking out of the window.
'shes gone',he whispered, as she came closer, and without thinking again she hugged him tight.
***
theres still 1 part left guys!
Will post that in the eve.