It's been more than a week since Krish had left for Mumbai. I ignored all his call and messages. He has already sold his house I know it because the money was credited to my bank account. It was unpleasant to stay alone without him. It was morning around 10, I was staring at the last message which Krish sent me stating that he will take the next bus to Bangalore if I don't reply to him. My mobile started and it was dad calling me.
"Hello, dad", I said as I answered his call
"Megha listen calmly… Krish met with… he is hurt", dad's voice break
"Dad, what happen to Krish", I panicked
"I will come home and tell you in detail", he said and hangs up.
Krish is hurt. How badly? I don't know. Dad didn't tell me any detail. He just told me that Krish is hurt, and why he couldn't tell me what happen. It was worrying me, I was too desperate to know what hurt has he got. Hurt can be anything a small scratch, or a fracture or it could even be a life-threatening injury also. I was frightened and my heart was pounding faster. I suddenly heard Krish's voice, "Megha it is just hurt. I'm fine", the same dialogue which he says every time he got hurt, he had a habit of cutting his finger while chopping vegetables. Some feel of guilt passed through me. My inner self scolds me you should have sent him off happily at the least you should have replied to him so that he wouldn't have started traveling today, it's all because of you.
My mind started playing games with me, but this time it was not only because of fear but also out of my own interest. I should be with him now, by his side telling him that he is alright. He needed me now more than he had ever needed me, but my ill-fate I am not with him. My mind was filled with all sorts of worries and fear. Fifteen minutes later, dad came home... I was expecting him to come over to me and tell me that he has got some minor injury but he was on the sofa patting the place next to him indicating me to sit there.
"How badly is he hurt?" I enquired as both of us got settled on the sofa.
"Megha you need to listen to me calmly, don't get panicked", he said and tears started to pool in my eyes. My worst fears were coming true.
"Dad what happened"
"Did see the news about a bus accident"
"Yeah some accident it has been the breaking news since the morning"
"Krish was traveling in that bus"
"Okay"
"Only a few of the passengers survived"
"And is Krish one among them? Please tell me that he is good"
"Megha I just received a call this morning. They informed that… Krish… Krish is no more... he left us dear", he said chokingly.
I broke down completely screaming and weeping.
"No you are lying he will never leave me. Dad, please tell me this is all a lie he is still alive right.", I begged dad I couldn't believe that he is no more. He just left me, just like that. I fell to the floor; dad held my arm tightly and made me sit on the sofa.
"What about his body?", I asked
"It was half burnt so, all the things were done in the hospital itself"
"Won't I get the last time to see him"
"Our bad we can't"
"Dad it was all my fault"
"What is your fault in this, it was an accident"
"I should have sent him happily. At least… should I have spoken to him later. He would have kept on worrying about me. Didn't he say that my attitude that day was giving a negative vibe and he also said that this might lead his trip to end badly"
"Come on Megha. Don't be so hard on yourself"
"The last time… I saw him he had tears in his eyes, because of me… because of me acting so rude to him."
"Calm down"
"He was the reason behind my happiness dad"
"I know"
"And I am the reason behind his death... if I had texted him back he wouldn't have taken that bus... he would have started tomorrow"
"Calm down dear"
"No this is all my fault. Even I shouldn't live. I better die", I said as I wipes my tears and take the knife which was near me and slit my wrist.
"Megha, what the hell have you done." dad slaps me across my face this was the first time he slapped me. Blood was pouring from my wrist. He rushed and took the first aid kit. He did the first aid to me and tied a bandage around my hand.
"See, I know what you are feeling now. But, ending your life is not the solution. You are just 22 years old and you have a lot more to experience in life."
"Dad, Krish is not with me, and then why should I live"
"Shut up! You have to live. To fulfill Krish's wishes. He wanted you to complete your M.D., he wanted you to be an amazing doctor, and he wanted you to live happily. And now you need to study well to fulfill his wish to conduct medical camps", dad said.
It's been three weeks now since he left me but still, I'm not out of the pain. This sudden disappearance of him made me clear that fate plays mysterious games in our life. I know that people will surely die, either sooner or later, but when someone who is very close to your heart leaves you without any prior notice, it hurts even more. This sudden departure of him without warning or explanation, completely took over me by surprise. I felt that my world had turned empty and upside down.
Krish Malhotra was the beat of my heart and the soul of my body. The reason for my existence now is just to complete his wishes. My life has completely faded away. It was very tough for me to stop thinking about him and burn all my dreams of living and loving each other lifelong and even raising kids together. Krish was the person who turned up anytime when I needed help. He was my moral support. He was the only person who could bring that smile to my face with ease. He was someone with whom I chill with. I cursed God for taking away Krish from me that to this soon, even before he saw anything in life.
Krish Malhotra had shown me how to live and truly be happy and showered so much love on me over the past few years. Now when it is my time to return the same love to him he had already left me physically and gone very far to a place where I can't meet him but his memories will stay alive and fresh in my heart forever. Riya had met him only a couple of times and in that short time, she felt how extremely friendly and positive a person Krish was. I couldn't control my emotions and just let my tears flow.