Time Travel

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The rain patted on the window pane .....there was complete darkness around in the house ( Thanks to the MSEB which puts off the lights even at the rustle of a leaf ). There was a tap on the door. Shreya rummaged through the drawers for the candle shouting loud in the pitch darkness, " Hold on I am coming" Then whispering to herself..." How many times I told Suraj to fix a generator but he is just not interested in home affairs". " Just like his father" came a thought in a mind in the next room.
Shreya opened the door holding the candle close to the strangers face, she saw a frail figure standing in front of her. "Can I meet Mrs. Sheila Sharma?please" said the stranger in a sympahtetic tone. Shreya was taken back by the question...before she could ask who was it he wanted to meet? ......she remembered the name and called out confused " Amma, there's someone at the door wanting to meet you". As the trembling legs walked slowly towards the door adjusting her specs she looked up.The first glance took her back in the time machine to 40yrs flashback.......
while Suraj was crying uncontrollably in the cradle, she was engrossed in deep thinking as to how she could find a job & if she found one how would she manage with the just 1yr baby.
" You still look the same as before" he said in a weak, guilt filled voice standing still at the door, while Shreya stood beside her mother- in- law, whispering in her ears " who is he? Should we ask him to come in and have a seat?". " No " said Amma " I dont recognise him, give him some money and close the door".
She could still hear the angry voices even after 40 yrs echoing in the house where she spent each day hearing the abuses for her husband who cheated them by not repaying their debt. He had left her without a word all alone not turning back a single day to see how she lived.
She had lost her past working hard to survive with her only fatherless child ....had planned her future since then ......but was uncertain if her present decision was right!

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