A Silent Cry

It was a serene and calm morning. People had set off for their work. Saikat had held back in the specific spot to help Suravi carry off to the nursing home where she worked. 

     He had the largest stitching unit in the town. His fame as an accomplished seamstress spread far and wide. He preferred this trade instead of working in a government or private sector. He had a sizeable income to maintain an undivided family. 

       Suravi included in the same Mahala , a Muslim majority unit. They were child hood friends.  They were bosom to eachother without any intention. Saikat went to the school where Suravi was admitted as the Madrasha was faraway from his home. They decifered reading until they passed out graduation. It was innate that two brilliant scholars had weakness to eachother, it didn't matter whether they were of seperate caste or clan.

        The  unique love between them was repundant . They were indispensable .They benighted .  The reason for this was not that the society or the families would obstruct  it. Preferably everyone loved them , for their good manners They were friendly to the poor and the rich equally. Unlike other lovers they blab in the parks, cinemas and make a kitty. For them love is not esseñtially a physical bond. It is an divine blend of two hearts.

 They were sabbatical.

       When they come one-and-one  in shopping malls or market places Saikat summons her to the coffee buffet but the next moment he was nerve wrecked though they were so familiar to each other.Suravi understood his jittery and tagged along after 

      It was the golden moment for them to vent out their eagerness but they sat silently up to the coffee cups were cold. Then the second. At last the third became cold. Eventually, the boy who supplied coffee compelled them to vacate  the chairs.

    They spent wakeful nights, to select   words which would be befitting to each other.  Nevertheless, on the  five kms drive they failed to utter a word.

      A challengeable accident , changed everything in the wink of an eye.

As usual Saikat waited for her   more than half an hour in the same spot.Impatiently, he was about to resurrect  his bike when Suravi was at sight. 

As she was too late for her work, Saikat increased the speedo metres. The road was so rush on account of Diwali.It was only a half furlong away to the nursing home when a truck struck  the bike from behind. It jumped off to the air and fell to the trench.Immediatelly they were shifted to the nursing home where Suravi worked. People thought they were dead but actually they were unconscious.Alot of of blood was drenched which needed to be filled up. Both Hindus and Muslims were present there. They were eager to donate blood. Here the nursing home represented a tiny India where bood groups were plentily available irrespective of çaste and creed.

   Inspite of  tirelessefforts of the doctors they went to coma.

   Months passed. They were no less than corpse . Lakhs of rupees was subscribed by the Moslrems and Hinds to spend to rescue them from the impidment . But alas ! it was in vain.

 Doctors gave up hopes of their recovery. But a miracle happened. Both Saikat and Suravi opened their eyes. Saikat tried to speak but failed.

      . The same thing happened to Suravi. 

      She indicated for a sheet of paper to express her brain. It was presented to her. She wrote ," I want to see Saikat.

   The doctor on duty wrote in a piece of paper  and  refused to integrate the message as Saikat was worse affected. His right leg would be amputated . The moment she read it, she fainted and dized . 

    The specialists were referred. They studied that these were mostly  the cases of  frazzle.He asserted,"It appears from the spinster's silent pips that she loves Saikat but recepts. It is perpetual the other. As soon as they become stable they will heal."

      After some days the right leg of Saikat was pulled out and a wooden leg replaced. Nonetheless, their psychopathy improved. The specialists took active part in rejoining them keeping relationship with the two families for a marriage negotiation. They were successful to some extent. Concurrently, an calamateous  embarked on. Saikat went to depression .Saikat was amnesia. He couldn't recapture his past. Suravi flattered half mad.  It was a grief that were discharged from the nursing home. They are still wandering each other with a hope of reunion and out pouring tears silently.

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