In search for Darkness

Tried to write a story from a picture taken from Net. This is my 1st story. You can find the 2nd Here and 3rd Here.

“Come on, get ready they will be in here any time now. Oh… no no dress up well like a doll I want you to look all dear and special but please HURRY UP”. That was my husband’s voice from the dining room. It is always easy for these guys to get ready in a matter of minutes. It would for me too if I could grab a jean and Tee and get out with my buddies. But the ones coming are not my buddies. It is my hubby’s best friend. And my hubby expects me to look all girly and cute.

Vidya – that is the girl. My hubby first saw her when they were 4 years of age – crying to join the new school. Then they used to fight every single day and the teachers used to report to their parents regarding their behavior. But just after Vidya’s family moved next to my hubby’s home, things changed. From worst enemies they became best friends. My hubby did nothing without consulting with her. Even I was her choice for him.

But then after marriage lives changed. Just like every girl’s life which takes a complete U turn Vidhya’s and mine did. I had to get settled in Australia with my husband.  We couldn’t make it to Vidhu’s marriage. She was so angry and she almost quit talking with my husband. I then called her up and spoke with her one day. This process I took to patch up my husband and Vidhu resulted in me n Vidhu become best buddies. We have had more than a million girl talks. She had to fly away to Germany with her husband and thus we never got a chance to meet even those times when me and hubby went to India.

She is a charming girl full of life. She can make anyone smile. I so wanted to meet her but she said that it should be a surprise and no Skype video chats nonsense. Distance never reduces the love but it always distances people’s life. We missed her a lot. I did more than my husband but the truth is we – the girls can’t accept it openly given the guys’ possessiveness. So yes today we are to meet HIS friend that is how he wants it to be.

Getting all glossy and shiny I looked at the mirror and I loved the way I looked. A small smile crept on my face. I remembered a moment back from my memory saying “Alaga irukka de”. A calling bell sound was heard. I shook my head and came back to reality those cherished deep rooted memories are best left to be forgotten. And I knew it.

I rushed to the front door to look at my/our best friend for the first time in flesh and blood and hug her. But it was not her. It was the owner of that little voice which came from my memory. That same smile, the same face and same voice which now said “you look beautiful, I am Vidhu’s husband May I come in?” I was un-freezed by my husband’s hands on my shoulder and Vidhu’s bear hug just after the person entered the house. ‘IT is HIM, IT is HIM, IT is HIM’ my heart was shouting at me. But he showed no signs of recognition. Vidhu kept telling I was not alright, I told her I was unwell. I smiled and froze and smiled and acted till the whole day was over and they left.

And that second when everyone including my husband was out, every single second of the past which I with all my might and courage had stuffed inside a box and threw it under the deep sea came back threatening my life. I ran to THAT one place, that single source of light in the ocean of darkness which became my friend for 4 years because of one amazing guy long before I decided to get married. I was In Search for darkness YET AGAIN. And my search may physically end here (the picture) but my heart would still keep the search alive for life.