Continued
from Fiction Story: Sehaj And Sabba Blog 4
"Sojaa jaan, chaand ki roshni laye mithe khawb, sojaa
jaan , hu saath teere mein hardam" Sabba was singing the lullaby seeing
Sehaj's eyes droop slowly. Sabba settled the sleeping baby gently and went to
the balcony.
My days come and go so
fast, I don't even realize I am living. It's like my human body is on an autopilot mode. Get up, feed the baby, take care of the baby, feed and clean
the baby, yadda yadda yadda. Not that i mind doing all this but somewhere I
feel I need to do something more, become someone other than being just a
mother. Even Farhan has not called me in
the whole day. Sometimes I wonder if I really matter to him. Or is it just a
marriage of convenience? Sabba was going into one of her grey moods and her
mood was becoming like the dark clouds in the night sky.
One would think that
her husband would miss her if she is not in the house. If not for anything but the tasty dinner that
she always keeps ready with a smiling face but guess my husband is happy to be
on his own. May be it's only she who loves him and not vice versa. Or is he
angry because I called him a good catch for marriage or that I told him I want
to study further? I don't understand why this silence on his part. Sabba kept
having these negative thoughts while getting ready for bed.
Farhan kept watching the huge wall clock in his hall. 11 pm. His
parents and he just finished off the sumptuous meal prepared by his mother. Now they
were chitchatting and catching up on local news and gossip. He had thought of calling Sabba
at 10 pm knowing that they sleep early at her parents' place but his mother was
so excitedly telling him about her friend's son's latest car that he could not
really stop her and excuse himself to make the call to his wife. It may seem frivolous.
"Guess now it's too late to call the wife. I might as
well catch up with my friends from the colony. Recently I have missed all the late
night hangouts cause Sabba has made me civilized enough to want to sleep early" thought Farhan when finally his parents wished him goodnight and
left for their bedroom.
It felt really odd for Farhan that he actually missed
having his wife and daughter around. "Full on signs of being the new
domesticated married man, not good my booyyy. La la la la la..." Farhan
started humming as he rode his favourite trustworthy bike.
It was drizzling a bit and the atmosphere was smelling of wet
sand. Farhan loved to ride in the night, with the wind blowing softly against
his face, the awesome smell of first rains, the roads empty of traffic.
"La la la la la.." Farhan was still happily
humming his favorite song when suddenly there was a huge bright light that flashed
in his eyes and before he knew it, he felt a sudden jolt from the front.
Nooooo, Am I really on
the road with no help while the person who hit me with his car actually take
off like my life was worthless enough to be ignored and run away from???? These
were Farhan's last thoughts before losing consciousness...
To be continued...
Disclaimer: This blog series is a
work of pure fiction. Only names, characters, free images, events and incidents
are the products of the author’s life experiences at various times. Total
resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or actual events is purely
coincidental. Author in no way wants to hurt anyone and is just attempting some
creative writing.
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