I was crying, screaming but she was gone. That day was the black day of my life. On that day I had lost my beloved Maya. I had never thought that for whom I used to talk about giving my life, I will kill her. After 13 days, she was Terahvin. All the guests had come and my son had drunk. As soon as he came, he started giving abuses to everyone. I pointed to Suhani that she went and handled Rahul. When she was able to handle Rahul slapped him up. Even I was able to handle, thinking that he would listen to his father but he also slapped me. How embarrassing was it for me to slap my son's hand. I was getting a punishment of all the mistakes one by one and Why do not I get punishment? After all I had taught my son to drink. I said, "You are the son of Vikram Rathod, quit drinking juice and have a drink alcohol." My son was 16 when I gave him a wine. My son was doing the same thing which I was doing a few days ago with Maya?
After the death of Maya, I had stayed in shock and neither did I care about myself or others. I had given up drinking alcohol but was immersed in the condolence of Maya. My mistakes did not let me sleep. Whenever I closed my eyes, I would see 'Maya' soaked in blood. Every moment I feel that she is following me and when I went to her", she would disappear. I screamed loudly, "I know you are near me, Give me the punishment you want but please talk to me. I can't live without you." I was a bit crazy in the mourning of Maya. Talking to myself, abusing myself and beating myself down had became me a habit. I was responsible for every mistake. If I would have been sensible, then such a mistake would have never happened. In a few days my condition was such that I started telling every person walking in the way, "I have killed my wife with this knife, you kill me too!" I tried to kill myself three times but didn't know how to survive? Perhaps Maya had saved me.