Z to A in 26 Days – Nov 10th – R is for Riti

Riti… Riti… Riti… special girl for my lifetime, she is the best girl I have ever met in my life. What a talented girl? But today she is no more in this world and my Mom… This is bad, God please give me back, please give her back… I said to myself (my heart) that nothing would have happened to her to fool myself… But nothing helped as my brain knows that she is no more in this world. My sweet Riti is no more in this world… God… why you did this to me, how I can live without her. I am no more.. I am really no more…

I really don’t know what I was murmuring as I was out of my control totally. God…. I shouted many time Riti Riti Riti.. I didn’t attend any calls and not even from Isha. I was out of my control, totally… I couldn’t sleep or couldn’t stop thinking about her. After almost some fifty missed calls I attended the call from Isha, “Isha.. Riti.. Riti.. Riti… is no more in this world.. Riti is dead.. My girl, my dear, my best friend is dead… Ish.. My mind is locked.. I don’t know what to do.. I don’t know what I am going to do.. Oh, shit this is paining me a lot.. Ish Ish…” I cried to her out in my room… What happened to her my son…? What happened to Ritika?” Mom shouted in tears, “Mom… Riti is no more Mom… No more … I am…” I cried, “Mom…Mom… Mom… Isha… Isha… my Mom, Mom…” I fainted…. Isha had no clue on what to do; she tried calling my land phone but it is of no use as no one attended the call, she informed her parents, took her father and came to my home within an hour. They were shocked to see my Mom and me lying in the floor unconsciously…

“Aunty… Aunty, Rahul” Isha screamed aloud. In the mean time, Isha’s father came with my family doctor. The doctor examined my Mom first and declared that she is no more as she had her second attack. I gained conscious with an injection, “Rahul sorry to say that your Mom is no more in this world,” my heart started beating fast, faster and faster. I wished it should stop at that Moment itself, as I don’t want to live in a world where I don’t have my Mom and Riti. I cried aloud shouted at God for giving me this much pain. I shouted screamed cried but nothing helped me… nothing…

I had few worst relatives to inform about Mom and Riti’s death but I didn’t do that. Instead, my father-in-law did that, helped in setting things ready for the funeral. The time ticked eleven as I rushed to airport to receive my Riti.. I completed the formalities at the airport and returned home with Isha and Riti… “Dear I don’t have words, please don’t hug the corpse like this, please” Isha cried, “Please never ever say Riti as corpse, and she is still living in my heart and will always live in my heart.. She…” I fainted once again as I didn’t even drink water from the Moment I heard this.

Isha helped me to gain conscious by pouring some water on my face, “Rahul, Riti is with us and she will be with you forever,” she said in different voice. “I mean Riti is will be with us forever”, She spoke in her voice. By the time we reached home, I found my stupid worthless relatives acting there with tears near my Mom, I made Riti to lie down near my Mom. I cried shouted screamed fainted and did everything to bring them alive, but nothing did brought them alive. Nothing actually did help… Instead, I fainted as many times as possible, “It is time to take them to graveyard” said one of my relatives. I shouted not to but my relatives are keen in doing that as they arranged a van to take my Mom and Riti to graveyard where they were buried them.

Oh my God, they were buried, I can’t see their faces hereafter… I can’t breathe the air that they breathed, I can’t eat my Mom’s preparation, I can’t talk with Riti through phone, I can’t fight with them both. I don’t have anyone to advise me, to push me an extra mile, to make me believe that I am the best, to wish me, to kiss me, to hug me, to love me and I can’t do anything that I did for the past twenty four years or I can’t get those best days of my life back…. God……………………………………… God……………………………………… God……………………………………… I cried aloud, doctor gave me sleeping pills and advised me to sleep for sometime but not even the pills made me sleep.. It was hurting, immense pain, I am feeling it, actually my heart stopped thinking of my sweet Riti and my sweet Mom.

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to be continued…