FOREVER

'Forever', something that is never-ending or something that lasts till eternity. But, do anything like 'Forever' really exists? To answer the question that wanders forever in the narrow passages of the small encapsulated town of my mind, I would say that barring handful spheres of our life, FOREVER is nothing but a DELUSION for me. I will not dive deep into the depth of the philosophical ocean to co-relate the term forever with the eternal existence of our soul, rather I will share an eye-opening experience.

Isolated from all the events occurring in the universe, I was engrossed in my deep thoughts to pour something worth out from the tiny nib of my pen until the moment, the cacophony of growling and screams of anguish broke the silence of my room. I ran out suddenly and realized that this sound was coming from that opposite barren house whose boundaries once used to stand like a soldier on the border, there lived an old woman with a bow-like structure, silver-grey hairs and prickly scalp. She was the one, producing the sounds of anguish. She was in pain, a 'FOREVER' pain that will accompany her till her last breath. 

I went inside that dimly lit house and found the pile of memories lying entangled on the floor, the old photographs, in which there were two people, a young lady and a boy, probably her son. I went further and reached a corner where she was lying shrunk, pale and out of all the senses, but she firmly held an old yellowish crumbled paper. I went near her and took that paper out of her firm grip. It was a letter, a letter that began with the word 'FOREVER'. It was encrypted with the innocent emotions of a child, "I will hold your hand FOREVER, Mom. I will never let it go." I realized that it was her son's letter who is now a well-settled man in the USA. The whole scenario became crystal clear and all the notions about the word FOREVER shattered in my mind. The apostle of FOREVERNESS fell down to the pedestal of reality. Tears were about to brim through the lashes of my eyes when I noticed that there was a deafening silence. I looked at her and felt that those breaths which, like a wrecked ship, were struggling in the fierce storm of loneliness in search of the shore of togetherness suddenly sank after striking with the rock berg of the inevitability of the dark end. She was gone, all alone, only with a hope to see her son with her old dim eyes, a hope that will just be hope for 'FOREVER'.