“All passengers travelling by flight SI408 to
Singapore are requested to proceed for security check “was under announcement. There is
generally a lot of buzz in the T3 terminal of Indira Gandhi International
airport at wee hours of morning. Two kids were having a ball around this huge
suitcase their mom was carrying. One was in red and the other yellow tee of same design. Suddenly while playing, the red one skidded...the other almost
sprung to save him. The agility and the intent, caught eyes of Rajarshi, who
was observing the kids from a distance. Rajarshi wondered if he missed the
intent or the agility to prevent the incident that happened ten years back...
“Mr. Basu, do you have a seat preference” asked the
lady at the check-in counter. Lost a bit, Rajasrshi replied “Yeah, window seat
would be fine”. Probably he preferred to get lost in the floating clouds,
visible outside”. There were so many questions unanswered....it’s been ten
years, ten long years after which he has found the first clue to trace Raghav.
The person over phone, refused to divulge further details about Raghav.
Comfortably placed in his business class ,
Rajarshi’s mind was uncomfortably placed with lot of anxiety and tension.
Numerous ads in the newspaper, rounds of police station and several attempts through
friends including social networking – all attempts proved futile, no one could give a clue about him. Couple of years they tried. Then they lost hope. No one spoke about
Raghav. He existed in memories but never spoken about. He became
someone who should not be named in their family. In these ten years, Rajarshi
could not share his pain with anybody, apart from his wife. Raghav had died
long back for their family. That single incident changed their lives forever.
And here he is, all set to travel to an unknown land, to get his answers for
himself and his family, who felt bereaved after the incident. He wondered –
where was he, with whom he would be, how would he look now.....does he remember him?
Some habits die hard. Rajarshi was very comfortable
gulping down beer at this hour even. Being a software consultant, he had been
lucky enough to travel to most part of the world, and indulge in best of wine.
Happily married to Ananya, with a beautiful daughter, well settled in one of
the plush apartment of a high rise, in Vasant Vihar, Rajarshi Basu had a life,
many would envy to have. And he had finally managed to quit smoking, post his
daughter’s birth. He wished for a fag though, to ease out his tension. He
chose to look outside, instead. The golden rays of sun had outlined the clouds yet
were not strong enough to penetrate them. There was a rainbow in the horizon.
“Beautiful...” he thought, just like it was between him & Raghav. Despite
being cousins, they cherished a relationship much beyond blood lines. Different
from each other, yet connected by strong bond, Raghav was the more expressive
one in the relationship. Both enjoyed life, family, friends and loads of
attention – however one rose in life, and the other got lost.....
Rajasrshi wondered, what probably went wrong in
that fateful night when it was meant to be a happy family gathering, to
celebrate the 25th marriage
anniversary of their eldest uncle & aunt. All friends & family were
attending. The party as usual started on a high note. Post couple of drinks, everyone
seemed to settle down. All
gathered around one place, when their current favourite topic came to forefront
– Raghav’s marriage. Raghav was one of the eldest son of the family, yet to be
married off. Incidentally in India, getting married is an achievement of sorts,
if done within the right age, and slowly it becomes an embarrassment. In Basu
family, tradition was a bit more advanced. Love marriage was considered, a
triumph. Rajarshi, who was around 15 months younger, than Raghav had passed
this test with flying colours. Apart from Raghav, all his brothers &
sisters were well settled.
Raghav looked lost that evening for some reason. So analysis began as to
why Raghav is still single. He had been visibly uncomfortable with this topic –
and never quite encouraged his private life. But on contrast, his mother loved
discussion or debate on such issues of his life –on public platform.
Unfortunately India is a place where water may not come free, but opinions are
free-flowing. Someone suggested he was not serious about marriage, and he is
not looking enough to get a bride. His mom, who was visibly upset at his son’s
failure to find a girl said – “How being my son, you could not woo a girl for
marriage?. His aunt defended that he is a good guy and will marry as per
parent’s choice. One of the friends suggested that Raghav should have watched
particular Bollywood hero’s movie to learn the tactics of wooing girls. This
innovative suggestion was received with an applaud. The other suggested, his
sacrificing nature of letting go good girls, is the reason of his being single.
Slowly more people joined the conversation, and added with valuable
suggestions. As the evening progressed, discussion got a little more personal,
making Raghav visibly irritated. Raghav’s younger brother Rishav, unable to
bear this humiliation of his elder brother, chose to walk to the other side,
after a brief protest. His mother suggested that he needs to first groom
himself, to be eligible for his marriage.
Rajarshi visibly got excited at this
new topic which was much more fun. He stood up in the chair with intent to
address the large audience “Raghav has apparently lost 150 tiffin boxes, 500
odd pencil & rubbers, and 200 water bottles during his school days”.
Incidentally, another common friend was quick to add “Apparently he has lost
ten keys during our stay together, flooded the washroom at least thrice, locked
himself outside the flat multiples times. In fact I fear, when he will have a
kid, he may forget him or her somewhere”. A huge laughter roared in the
audience hearing his joke. Apparently his stout belly ballooned with pride, at
this successful attempt of humour. Then discussion started what kind of girls ,
would suit Raghav - some suggested she should be a hot babe, some suggested she
should have rich bucks, some suggested at this age, divorcees might show
genuine interest, some dropped few names for marriage, and some to field around
with before, marriage . From playing around, discussion reached his apparent
skills in bed, how age can affect his active sex life in marraige
. Raghav, who generally protests, was unusually silent. Finally
someone said from the crowd – forget marraige, he should try being a toy-boy to
some elderly lady or being gay is also not a bad option, considering he was not
finding a girl – at least sex is guaranteed at both options. The laughter was
uncontrollable, and the loudest from quarters he least expected. That was it –
his inflexion point – he started walking towards the bar counter. He ordered
for a drink. Few of his friends, who were enjoying and were high, joined him.
One of his friends suggested “Be a man dude, these ***holes who are joking
about you, ***********************, screw their
happiness”. The waiter had just served the drink , Raghav picked up the glass
and banged it across the guy’s head. He bend down in pain, bleeding. The
support staff rushed towards them. His good friend Tanvi who was nearly by
looked at him & said “Have you lost it...what have you done...how you could
hit someone?”... “Bull****......Thank your God, that I only hit
that ****er and not killed him, as a matter of fact why don’t you
ask your friend about his precious sermon”..His eyes were red & that with
disgust. Amidst all chaos, his family members reached the occasion. His
mother started shouting, rebuking about his act, making him remember his
education and culture. There were whispers; even the worst critic would not
have predicted this kind of unruly behaviour from him. Raghav would be the last
person to hit someone. Rajarshi reached the spot and tried to take away Raghav,
trying to cool him down. Raghav pulled back his hand & said “You are one of
them. Who are you...just stay away?”. It hit Rajarshi but he didn’t react. He knew when Raghav is angry he generally says a lot of things which he never means. But clearly he could see an unparallel amount of pain in Raghav’s eyes beneath the
anger. Probably tonight his personal space was encroached and compromised.
Raghav took few steps towards the gate turned back
and showed a middle finger to the crowd. All the people stood shocked. The next
morning saw no trace of him. Raghav was well known for his short temperament,
Rajarshi thought he may be at some friend’s place. The search that began,
unfortunately never ended in these ten years. They have assumed Raghav may have committed suicide
or met with an accident with fit of anger.
The guy who called himself Allen, over phone had
asked him, to meet in front of Boon Lay Garden Primary School, at cross –roads
of Fifth Avenue. A pencil thin Thai guy, greeted him with a half smile. He
guided him into an office room of primary school. He impatiently asked, “How do
you know Raghav?” Allen politely replied “Raghav & I were colleagues”. He paused and said “Give me a minute”. Allen
came back with a black diary and handed over to Rajarshi. Rajarshi wondered if
this was the reply to all his questions. Nervously he opened the diary, the
handwriting was crystal clear n alphabets
were long – he knew it was Raghav.
Hi Rishi,
I am at loss of words to begin with...don’t know
really where to start...... trust me, I am equally nervous, writing about it, as you are reading it. Too many
summers have passed by; in between...the earth would have forgotten the
monsoons in between. It has
been ten years, ten long years that my eyes haven’t seen you.
“Fuck.......saala
no one knows me better!!!!, Rajarshi thought how well he knows me, his eyes was
already moist. He continued reading.
I know one question would have pondered that what
happened that night that I took such earth-shattering step that changed
everyone’s life forever. Ten years hence, let me admit, what I did was not
correct. I shouldn’t have. But that day, that moment, my identity was at stake
– there I was standing, being gang-raped by the crowd – which included people I
idolised. I wanted to free myself from all the noises of the world, from all
the negativity. Was I wrong that I wanted to live, life on my own terms? That
night, from the crowd, I could not identify who were my parents, who were my
family, my friends and who were just random people. They all appeared noise to
me, who wanted me to lose myself. For me all appeared to judges of court,
meting out their judgement on me, my life, my character. I felt brutally raped
and assassinated. I was a total misfit in the world of your so called perfect
people. Yes I am a common guy, I commit errors. I realized there was no place for me in your world, so I chose to escape, to live my life, in my way. At that point of time, probably my ego got better of me, and
never realised the price I had to pay - there was never looking back. I haven’t
heard from Mom & Dad, leave alone seeing them – I don’t know how my little
brother has grown up to be – how my entire family has been – how have you &
Ananya have been...how my gang is..... I am sure you took good care of my
parents, in my absence – though it does not take away anything I have
done.
That night I was jobless, had quitted my job two
days back, needed a shoulder but got screwed instead. A lot of anger was infused in me, about myself,
about the world, about everyone – I did not know how to vent it out. And I
ended up hitting someone. I took a bus to Dharamshala from Delhi, next day, in
search of get lost in some random people – and that’s where my life changed
forever. Did not know what I wanted from life – may be some peace or solace.
The first glimpse of her was blurred...I was lying
in some corner of a dingy room, with some random people, heavily drugged, I had
it all – I wanted to be the biggest loser – eradicate all my memories. The
splash of water on my face was enough to bring me to senses. Her fragrance was
the first thing, which caught my attention – she smelled heavenly. In a white
kurti, and khaki quarters, she was the best thing I had seen in a long long
time. “What day it is?” I asked with my sleepy eyes...she smiled & replied
“Some day”!!!!....that’s how I met my wife.
Rajarshi’s
eyes were wide awake, he was all in grins “Dude, Raghav is a married
guy....!!!.God I had to be there".
Alyona – yes, there she was. She was a Russian,
working for World Health Organization & was in India as project officer for
six months. Alyona meant “torch” – she was God’s angel in my life – her
positivity about life, her excitement about Indian culture, her faith towards
Buddhism excited me. She was everything that I wanted for my company in my
screwed up life. She travelled the world alone fearless – she helped me get off
drugs and most importantly negativity. With her I started travelling, I started
dreaming again, and she became part of my new world. They took me as a
volunteer in their project, and I travelled with them to Rajasthan, UP &
Haryana. She and the WHO family, whom I worked with, became my new family.
During these visits, I realized there were so much more pain in the world and
mine was nothing in front of them. I was happy in my space – and when love
culminated between me & Alyona, I did not know. The best part was she
brought a lot of peace and happiness in my life & accepted me as I was,
with all my weakness. I was addicted to her positivity & smile.
I was hired by WHO, on her and some of the senior
people’s recommendation, working in that project. Thankfully, when I left for
Delhi, I was carrying my passport and other stuff. By the end of that year, I
moved to Austria with Alyona, far away from you all and blissfully settled
there.
Alyona always joked with me that she saw marrying
an Indian in her dreams. We got married next summer, in a church. She was an
orphan, but our friends from WHO attended the wedding along with our neighbours.
Alyona always wished for a big family, and probably she always wanted me to
come back to all of you – but I was afraid, too much time had passed away, will
Mom & Dad will ever accept Alyona – my world had changed, and I deep inside
feared going through the circus once again. Deep inside I knew you all would
have learned to live without me. Alyona filled so much love in my life that the
anger & hatred in me was long gone. We made a very humble living, in our
small cottage, in the heart of Austria called Ramsau, 200 km North-west from
Vienna. That place was known for organic farming. Alyona loved gardening, she
did a bit of farming in her garden. Mr. and Mrs. Keith, were our neighbours.
How time flew with Alyona, I hardly realized. She insisted me to show her DDLJ
in our first anniversary – while we were watching the movie, she was constantly
smiling. During the penultimate moments of the movie, I suddenly heard the
famous guitar tune...I turn back only to see my wife, with a guitar in hand,
bending on her knees, and playing the tune for me. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Dude, when did you learn guitar- She was an expert in giving surprises – I love my wife !!!!!
Rajarshi
was liking the new Raghav and he had to thank Alyona for that.
But on our third Christmas she ensured the biggest
surprise making it my most special Christmas ever. On the thanksgiving, she
concluded by saying “I can’t thank you for honouring me with little angel,
indicating her bump”. For couple of moments, I could not believe my ears;
I needed someone to pinch me. I almost flew to Alyona and kissed
her. Dude, I would be a Dad. That was the moment when I wanted to dial
your numbers to share the happiest moment of my life. I wish I did. We started preparations, for welcoming our
little angel.
Rajarshi
wished, he did.
By June end, Alyona was almost entering in the
final stages of pregnancy. Doctor had given 22nd August, as the due date. I had made a swing in the
garden for her to relax. She loved watching her plants and flowers. In the
evening, often we would sit together and watch the sunset. It was breath-taking
and I used to pray each evening this moment of togetherness forever. Wish all
wishes came true. Alyona had been a perfect better half, more than I could ever
ask for. I only had and will always have one complain against her – she always
used to hide the bad news from me.
Finally the moment of truth was there. Alyona gave
birth to baby boy. He weighed 2 pounds. But then my destiny, how could I forget
– while my little angel made way to this world, my angel, my mate bid me
good-bye. Doctors say she always knew her case was complex and had warned her;
they could not control her internal bleeding. Within six hours of Kevin’s
birth, Alyona left me forever.
For a couple of minutes, Rajarshi looked stunned,
at the letter. He wish he could change those lines. Within seconds, he was filled with grief and remorse,
such was the power of her beautiful soul , that although he never met Alyona,
her soul touched him.
I was left orphan again, my support system was gone.
I was lost again in this world. For hours, I would sit looking at Alyona’s
picture, cry and ask her from where I would get strength to live and most
importantly raise Kevin. Had drastically cut down on my work, my life started
revolving around Kevin. I had promised Alyona, in life I would never be
negative again. The day, my kid held my finger for the first time, I don’t know
from where he transferred loads of strength to me, as if he wanted to tell me,
“When I am here, why do you worry Daddy?” And then I remembered, someone had
told me that fateful night, “Someday, I may just drop my kid somewhere and
forget?” A strange fear and anxiety gripped me; I held Kevin close to me and
wished I could tell the friend “I always used to forget things, because I was never
attached to things but to people. But I now have got detached to people too,
but not my kid....no way“. Suddenly I regretted my thought. I had promised
Alyona that negativity will never touch me again. Being a hand-on Dad was much
tougher than completing a two year MBA course.
Rajarshi
wondered how did he manage all alone...all by himself...being a dad himself he
knew it all !!!!
They say when you are all alone and don’t know
where to go, God sends his messenger to guide you. Mr. and Mrs. Keith were one
of them. This childless couple helped me, to manage Kevin, when I was at work.
I always believed in the relationship I made here. Some of them ceased to
exist, that really does not mean they were not reality. Rishi, my purpose of
writing you the letter was to take you to the small beautiful world of mine, of
which wished you were part of. Share the most beautiful moments of my life, I
ever experienced. There has never been anything more unique or beautiful than
this. Seeing a part of me grow.... My little Kevin......
The first time, when I held him ....he was
sleeping. His tiny eyes were just like those flower buds about to blossom. And
I didn’t realize when a drop of a tear from my eyes, kissed his soft cheeks,
that’s when my son opened his eyes and saw me. He kept looking at me with his
wonder eyes, and I kept looking at the wonderful piece of miracle. I so wished
Alyona was with me, by my side. Those pair of eyes so resembled Alyona, I know
she will keep a tab on me through Kevin. His little fingers tried to reach me.
I didn’t know a word about parenting, I prayed all the time, that unknowingly I
should never hurt him. Kevin and me, mutually grow together. That’s the first
time; I realized how Ma and Baba, with how much difficult they would have bought
me up. How much pain they would have inflicted upon themselves, to make me
grow, to make me stand on my own feet. And one fine day I left them.....Just
like that, never to return again.
Kevin had his own pattern to trouble me – but then
when you understand your child’s requirement – you schedule your life according
to that. He used to wake up every day @ 1 clock at the night. First couple of
days, I freaked out but then I realized he felt hungry...I kept his milk ready
on his feeder bottle. The winter were tough, he had to be kept all wrapped up.
Being a new-born, he was more prone to illness. I also shifted to project
writing to spend more time with Kevin. Carried a lot of work home. He used to
sleep during the day. I
used to try and complete my work quickly and wait with baited breath for him to
wake up. Seven months passed by. Summers were here. Still Kevin used to wake by
1 am at night...only difference being I used to take him to the window, after
feeding – show him the stars & the moon. He used to stare at them with eyes
wide open for 5 minutes, then used to skid his little head in my chest and
sleep peacefully. Some days I would hold him close to myself and sleep in the
chair. Never ever I had felt so much secured in my life. You know when my brother
Nikhil was born, I was 6 years old, I wanted to hold him like that and love
him...don’t remember why but never really worked out that way. Never in my
life, could I tell him, how much had I loved him, only used to be happy seeing
him succeed, at a distance.
Rajarshi
was lost in his nephew’s childhood story, with them........
Life rarely gives a second chance...and I did not want to miss this one
for sure. To cherish small moments of joy. It was barely four months, post
Kevin’s first birthday...I was working in the garden. My sweetheart Alyona’s
soul is somewhere embedded in this garden...she loved it. Suddenly I heard a
noise....and I was besotted with the spectacle. There was my little Kevin,
crawling out of the door....into the grass. The soft feel of the grass, was
something new and exciting for him – his joy knew no bound, his enchanting
smile soon turned into giggles....I was so lost in him , didn’t realise there
may be pebbles or stones around that may hurt him.
Suddenly his loud cry woke
me up from a day dream. He was crying loud...a small stone has scratched
against his skin. Thankfully no blood spurred out....he cried more out of fear
than hurt, I guess. I quickly took him on my shoulders, and went inside. But he
did not stop crying......I did not know what to do, I picked up Alyona’s
picture from my table and make him hold that. He stared at her for 2 minutes
and stopped crying. Truly no one can ever take place of a mother, her picture
did the trick. I took him to the swing and sat with him for a while,
remembering the countless evenings, me and and Alyona had spent together,
talking about my family, our childhood, our growing up years. She never saw her
mom and her father was in the army, died fighting at the war front. She was
raised by her aunt. I used to tell her about how me and you used to
dress up every day in the evening, tried to look at the mirror, desired for the
flushing abs and searched in the mirror for the “dude” in us – and
go out every single day, driving and having dinner. Sometimes if we
were lucky, we had girls for company.
Some
memories are so strong & vibrant that it hits us in the core of our heart.
Probably Rajarshi felt something like that after reading about them.
In a few months time, Kevin started walking properly...that
was the most difficult period for me. He was very restless; he never stayed in
one place. Sometimes I felt, restlessness of my soul had transferred into his
body. He was clearly outdoor guy – he loved the garden just like his mother, he
liked walking in the grass, he would chase the grass-hopper – it was timeless,
seeing my piece of heart walking, running around, in front of my eyes. But this
wasn’t the first time I felt like that – I had similar feeling when I saw you
too. I and Kevin used to sit in the banks of Alpine river and watch it for
hours in the evening. He loved water...it was hard to keep him away....with his
little fingers he would touch the water of the river and then put across my
face. His little hands could not retain the water in his hand but he was a
fighter – he never gave up. Some days, I would take him to other side of the
hill in the valley, where amidst a bed of flowers, there is a kilometre long
stretch of vast greenery. I used to lay down in the grass looking up at the
sky, seeing the clouds float ...in the sky I used to search you
all.............while I would be lost in my thoughts, Kevin would be blissfully
settled in my belly...playing and jumping. He enjoyed the little fat settled
there....I know it is hard for you to believe, the self-conscious Raghav who
would swear by gym and all special diets is saying all this. But truth is
Rajarshi; I haven’t looked myself at the mirror properly for years. I don’t
care if I looked ugly to the whole world, but when my son smiled at me, I felt
I was the most handsome man on this earth.
“Where
are you Raghav?...I am dying to meet this new you”, Rajarshi thought.
Had saved some money, and got myself a video cam, so that I could
shoot Kevin, and capture his childhood. In one of those evening, Kevin spoke
his first words, though I understood a bit. I was ecstatic. How years flew with
Kevin, I did not realize. Started also doing taking up freelance consultancy
projects, because I wanted to save some money, for his education. To which it
reminds me, of his first day at school. He just won’t leave me; there was a
fear in his eyes to lose me. It took me back to my memory, when dad used to
accompany me in his cycle after my rickshaw, till school gate. I was shit
scared and won’t let dad go. Yet I let him go......let go everyone!!!! When
Kevin was three and half year, I took him to the graveyard, to make him meet
his mom. The evening before he had come and asked me “Where is my mom?” He
offered flowers of our garden to her. I don’t know what he felt but haven’t
seen him so silent ever. I tried to explain him. That night I slept, holding
him very close to my heart. I didn’t want my kid to feel devoid of anything in
the world. He was my life support system after Alyona. There was no life of mine,
beyond him. As he grew, and learned to read a little bit, he would
ensure that I had food in time and used to read me bed time stories
and expect me to sleep. Truly he was my mom, my dad, my everything.......... He
was my only reason to live !!!!
Rajarshi
realized the diary was coming to an end........his heart beat started beating
faster again
Kevin and me, grew together, I was almost lost in my little world with
him............ but then I forgot, destiny was not done yet. I probably owed a
little more to life. My dreams crashed with a rude shock when I was detected
positive in a biopsy test. There was a small development in my lungs. For the
first time, I was fucking scared. The thought of not be able to see my son,
send chill in my spine. I went to the church and prayed forgiveness for all my
mistakes. I was determined not to lose this battle.....I just couldn’t. On my
way back from the church, it rained. When I returned, was completely
drenched.....my son offered me towel. My eyes looked at his innocent face,
could not hold myself back, for the first time broke down, hugging him. He did
not understand why I was crying, but with his little hand managed to wipe out
all the tears, with multiple attempts. Today, God made me realize completely
the pain my parents would have gone through in last ten tears and probably all
those who loved me....that was the day I decided, I will come and meet you all.
But then life is uncertain, so I thought let me pen down my thoughts before
that ...As SRK used to say “kya pata, kal ho na ho”.......so now you know,
where I was , with whom I was, how was... this is it, me signing off.....this is my story, my kid and wife is my world...world of Raghav Basu.....
The
letter ended, but question still remained, “Where is Raghav?”
At this moment Allen entered, and handed over a
round pot to Rajarshi. He anxiously asked “Allen what is this”. Allen took a
pause, and said “Ashes of last rites of Raghav, he passed away in sleep a week
back. Major cardiac arrest. He was in Singapore on a special project to earn
some extra money to sponsor his and Kevin’s stay in India. Raghav was excited to go back to India with Kevin. He wanted Kevin to know about India, about his family”. Rajarshi was numb
for couple of minutes. His brain had stopped to exist and there was an
insurmountable amount of pain and congestion he felt in his chest.....he was
feeling suffocated. Only he could manage to say “Where is Kevin?”...Allen
replied, back in Austria with Mr. and Mrs Keith, he doesn’t know, that Raghav
is no more. Carrying the ashes, Rajarshi stormed out of the room. Somehow he
managed to enter the hotel room, he closed the door, and entered the bathroom,
locked the latch....held his hair by his hand and cried, cried as loud as he
could....he was angry, he was in pain, he kicked the door, he banged the mirror
glasses.....how could destiny be so cruel to him and to Kevin....both of them
loved him unconditionally. He would have sat and cried for good 6 -7 hours, he
don’t remember when he slept. When he woke up, he felt empty...as if part of
him has gone away with Raghav. There were several missed calls of Ananya.
Three
weeks later...........
Rajarshi was looking blankly outside the window of
the flight. He looked at Ananya, and said “Thank you”. Ananya smiled back and
replied “Even if you would not have asked, I would have still done this”. The
flight took off from Vienna airport.
The Kevin was fast asleep in Ananya’s arms........
Rajarshi closed his eyes and tried to unwind the penultimate moments with
Raghav!!!
***********************
That cottage was beautiful, and the garden reminded
him of spring. It was home of love....wonderful memories of Raghav &
Alyona.....the dashboard near the table, were reservoir of memories, had pictures of Raghav’s mom and dad, his brother
Rishav, Raghav & Rajarshi’s, his wedding pics, Alyona with guitar, and of course Kevin’s childhood pics....As he locked
the house, Mr. and Mrs. Keith, took promise from Rajarshi that he would come
back.....Rajarshi promised. He had to for Kevin.
He looked back, he could see Raghav & Alyona
was smiling and waving at them.... He
remembered, he had to one final task to complete – he dropped by the graveyard of
Alyona and took out the pot. By customs of Hindu mythology, ashes had to
be dropped in the river for peace of the soul. But Rajarshi knew Raghav’s
solace was with Alyona and this place...he sprinkled the ashes around the
graveyard of Alyona, so that their soul rest happy and together in heaven. He
touched the soil and said “ Love you bro...”.
