Sundays are always great..i thought as i watered my garden plants.Farhaan was in the courtyard with his new paediatric journals and stuffs.Fiza was busy riding her tricycle."Husbands should not be too much studious " i said as if to myself but in a louder voice so that he could overhear it.."well,im not a studious husband,you see" he said adjusting his specs and giving me a 'wives are such a nuisance ' kind of look.
"well,these days you are.ever since you got hold of those stuffs" i pointed to the journals.He laughed.."they r really nice.very interesting and informative too.why dont you just take a look at them..i have never felt i've married a doctor" he said half amused.i faked a frown."because you havn't..you have married a writer" and we laughed..
"so my writer wife what shall i do for you,this sunday evening?" he asked.."Shall we go to the beach and spent some time there till sunset? Fiza will love it too?"He agreed.This sunday evening is going to be a bit more beautiful- i thought.
After about half an hour we reached there.The sandy seashore,the golden clouds,the frothy waves which kiss your feet,the pattern of birds near the horizon..for a moment i stood there mesmerised by the beauty of nature..detached from reality.It was then Farhaan and Fiza asked me to join their sandcastle buliding game.
Sandcastles are like dreams..i thought.we build them giving much attention to even their tiny parts ..built to our own crazy designs and fancies..yet often we stare helplessly as they r washed away by the roaring waves.
"Hi shreya" someone tapped me at my back.i suddenly turned around to see Maya,my childhood friend standing there."hey,what a surprise!it has been quite a long time.."i smiled and hugged her and then introduced her to Farhaan and Fiza."So where is vinod, now?Did he get a transfer to Trivandrum?".To this she fell silent..shall we take a walk? she asked me.
As we walked through the wet shores,leaving behind our own unique footprints which the waves found really amusing to wash away soon,she told me how she and vinod had separated a year ago."i tried to adjust,shreya..but couldn't.ego problems,clashes of ideas and opinions and divorce was the only way ahead".she said in a matter-of -fact tone."but now no regrets,i enjoy this freedom.After all husbands must understand that wives are not their slaves"her last words had fire in it..Well,She was a leading advocate in the city.She must be having her own opinions..i tried to find solace in that thought.
After some time she left the place owing to her busy schedule."Fast life yaar..even no time to live.anyways it was nice meeting you"she left.
Is life really so fast? who makes it so? If there isnt time to live,wats life after all..strange thoughts.when they visit me ,i tried to shoo them away.They simply wont go..These thoughts have some kind of an aura around them..
The sun was setting down.slowly sinking.my heart was feeling heavy."Oh,it has grown so big and it's going down and down,pappa" Fiza was shouting at the setting sun..Farhaan was consoling her by saying it will return tomorrow morning.After all hopes keep us going..A little star appeared near the horizon.
As we walked back i told Farhaan Maya's story."so,they dnt have any children,ryt?Farhaan asked as he bought Fiza balloons of various colours and shapes."usually children are those who suffer most in these kind of issues.How can the little minds choose between mom nad dad" A paediatrician's heart was much concerned about that.But i was not listening.My eyes were fixed on a really old couple sitting on the seashore enjoying the evening ,sharing jokes and stories..I think Farhaan noticed that.He gently took my hands in his.We said nothing..At times..I realised .. silence is beautiful too..
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