Over To You...(Chapter 12)

‘Ding dong’The doorbell rang. It was Rishi. I opened the door for him.

“Did you forget your keys?”

“I was in a hurry as l was late. By the way, how is your health? Are you fine?” while taking off the shoes he started asking with affection.

“Yeah, I am fine!”

“Well then.”

“By the way when is her death anniversary? I would like to attend it.”

“This weekend. I have asked for your leave too. From what I observed yesterday I think you should at least attend it.”

I was worried that if would allow me but to my surprise he said allowed it.

(Before a few hours) 

When I was lost in her thoughts it came down to me. One of her memory that can take me to the reason for her death...

(Past)

“I just saw tears in your eyes. What should I take it as”

“I brought you here so your mind can breathe but it's still giving important to useless things.”

“Are you useless?”

“The scenery is more useful to watch”

“It's beautiful. My sister like such things a lot. I will bring her next time. Let's visit this place again.”

“So finally you fell for this place. You would regret it if you didn't come.” Her face had an anonymous spark. And it made my eyes relax.

“What about your siblings?”

“I don't have one. But I have many. I can't count them on my fingers.”

“Seems like you have a big family. Do you have a joint family?”

“Hmm a big family, very big family. Where we are alone but still have everyone beside us.” Suddenly her stare turned red and it dropped a droplet as it blinked. But I pretended to ignore it.

“Where do you live? I guess your house will be big? Do you have a separate room or do you share it with your siblings?”

“I share it with my siblings. It's a really big house.”

“What do your parents do?”

“You seem to have too many questions. I won't be answering any further. And you are disturbing my silence.”

“Sorry for disturbing” By then she took out a book and started scribbling something on it. I went close to her to read what was she writing. It was a kind of essay...

(Present)

The essay, its words, ‘It was then she decide what she urges from life. That was the moment her dream became more clear to her.’ These were the same words I read in the book, that I read yesterday in Rishi’s room. Again what was the name of the essay....it was....something thresholds...desires, the same name she told me during that day. Hmm, it was ‘Her thresholds, His Desires’. But the name of the author, I didn't read it. I searched the name online but it wasn't available. I think it wasn't a famous novel. I went to his room as he wasn't home. I found the box immediately as he knew I will come to look after it. The book was inside too. And to my surprise, the author's name was written as ‘Rishi Sabnis’.