I Clicked Her "Twice"

Have you ever been in your life feel dejected? Lost, and questioning your shit*y existence in this real world. So was the case with Amit, also.

 

Soaked in the ocean of sadness, with the clinching victory over boozing and smoking. Amit was thinking about his life,

Am I for real? or just an illusion? Why do I even exist? The same question that he had asked himself everyday.

 

He was searching for love, happiness, but he couldn't help himself. He was lonely, although he had everything, a good job, a handsome salary but something was missing.

 

Sitting on the edge of the roof holding a cigarette in his hand, first puff, second puff, he was thinking about his mother. She died two years back when Amit was in his last year of engineering. He still couldn't recover from that tragedy. He picked out the second cigarette, lit up but didn't smoke, just to see how vague life was, at one moment everything seems lightened up around you and at the second moment your life turned into ashes. Meanwhile, his father called him but he didn't pick the call and went to sleep.

 

Next day, after having a tough day at the office, he was returning home. Suddenly a boy came and started running around him and his mother also came running behind him, she scolded him for not having his food. Amit could feel the realm of endearment, he enjoyed that subtle moment of happiness, while returning home he picked some flowers, just in case if they could alleviate his mood.

 

As he entered his flat, one thing caught his attention, something was wrong with his bedroom. All the things were messed up, for an instant he thought someone was inside the house, but it was nothing but a cat, he thought she might have entered inside the house through the kitchen window.

 

He started collecting messed up stuff while collecting things he came across a photo frame. His eyes sparkled like Champagne sparkles in the bottle, the frame was covered with the dust across its edges, but a beautiful face in the frame could be seen prominently. Her adorable smile, her radiant face, magnificent jawline, no one could match her ravishing beauty.

 

Amit was astonished, but at the same time, he was thinking, who was she? For a moment, he pushed his nerve veins to retrieve, who she was? Suddenly he found a piece of paper was hidden behind the frame. He opened it, few lines were written on it-

 

“How could you sleep in my arms?

 I am still relishing your charm,

 Her opulent smile, the wavering ocean

 In her eyes, even make me lie,

 I am awake, I am awake....

                                By Uttam Singh

 

Amit shouted, oh God! Now I remember, he picked the frame, and kissed it, how could I forget you, Amit remembered he was the one who clicked that picture, it was none other than his mother “Jyoti”.

 Amit was very young when he clicked his mother's picture when they were on a family vacation, and his father wrote a beautiful poem for her mother.

He remembered, he insisted his father frame his mother’s picture.

 

He immediately called his father, his father picked the call. Without even allowing his father to say a word, Amit started reciting those lines-

 “How could you sleep in my arms?.......

 A long pause over call.....

Suddenly! Both said, “She is Still Alive”.

Both were sharing a light moment of togetherness, love, and affection.

Amit apologized his father, for his behavior and said, papa, I got a reason to be happy, though she isn’t here now I know she is everywhere, she is in my heart, in my soul, in my smile, everywhere. You know papa, I clicked her “Twice” this one was for the second time and the first time? Amit, his father asked, the first time, papa! when I saw her face for the first time in her lap.......