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Chapter 6 - White Light

There's absolutely none to very less welcome for Pakistanis beyond our right hand side border. Their film industry, politicians, media, anchor persons, storylines and pretty much just about everything else has portrayed that loud and clear to people on this side of the border. We may have been part of the same subcontinent for centuries but decades of independence has divided our mindset and our preferences and made us enemies overnight, insecure and envious of each other over a variety of issues, all thanks to the aftereffects of British imperialism. The same independence had divided Empath's paternal grandmother and maternal grandfather, who were siblings and led the former to the Muslim country post marriage and the latter to stay behind in the secular state.

Empath's mother was from across the border. She was married to her aunt's son and came to Pakistan as a young girl of 20, with dreams and aspirations. Empath's maternal cousins were therefore a two hour flight away every summer since she was about six years old. They had a huge family there and vacations were always fun there with shopping and vegetarian food and all the love and pamper they showered over her cute self. On her last visit as a teenager she never knew she wouldn't ever be able to return. With the political scenario becoming more cut throat everyday, Empath had enjoyed all her trips there, except this year's. The monsoon rains had been terrible and ruined any plans of outing they had made for the week. Stuck at home she had barely anything to do but engage in conversations with her cousins young and old alike. When she left, there were a few tears and sniffs but nothing really more than that. The farewell she had had from there, would become a source to welcome light at the end of the tunnel her life had downwardly spiralled into, was ironic to even suppose at that time.

But when that morning of 26th July, she was preparing breakfast in a hurry for hubster in order to catch her ride which was due at 9:30am, her phone suddenly rang.

''Really? It's 9:30am already? Ride is here, gotta hurry…'' She kept urging herself to flip the egg faster, strain the tea in the cup in seconds and leave the door, but the irritable ringtone did not stop. ''SHUT up!'' she exclaimed. Phones ringing were weirdly interrupting. Like uncontrollable babies, they just wouldn't stop with their noise and one had to attend to them regardless of how much ever preoccupied one was. She picked up the cell and looked at it, expecting to see the name of the driver that rode her everyday to work. Instead she saw a 14 digit alien number with unknown area codes at the beginning. ''This is a foreign phone call'' her mind wandered to her other set of paternal cousins in the States and she imagined them ringing her up for a quick chat. It was evening there by their local time, maybe they didn't know she would be rushing to her work. She hastily picked up, ''Hello?''

The voice on the other end was new, slightly unfamiliar. Empath was the kind of person who remembered these things, sounds, voices, scents, feelings, words and most importantly faces, much more than names.'' You didnt recognize me did you?'' He asked. ''Umm sorry no. Who is this again?'' Empath politely replied but actually irritated having to entertain random foreign callers for identity riddles. '' Oh so you forgot me already. I sent you numerous facebook friend requests and you kept declining so i decided maybe I should call you up. You know facebook exists at this side of the border too.'' Empath's heart dropped! Ofcourse, the voice was new but only slightly unfamiliar, because she hadn't heard from him in literally a whole decade! She had last bade him goodbye at the airport when she was boarding a flight back home. They had never spoken to each other again and well, life happened in the meanwhile (so did facebook) and here he was trying to reconnect and she had been so utterly naive! ''Oh my God! D is that you???'' she exclaimed into the mouthpiece. The egg sizzled and she forgot she was in her kitchen. She was back in the playground in the country next door. He was in his shorts and t-shirt and she was the cool older cousin and he was the dumb adorable kid with dimples in his cheeks. ''Like finally somebody remembers, had a memory loss eh? How are you? Where are you? You are married, wow I saw only a few of your pictures, accept my friend request let me see pictures please, it's been ages!'' D exclaimed back.

Empath was nearly in tears of happiness. This unthinkable and sudden bestow of an old friend, cousin, acquaintance, it was like the fresh splatter of rain on barren, dried up grounds, dull and brown, bringing back colour and life. ''D, I am so so sorry, I had my profile privacy settings on and I don't respond to unknown requests and ooh boy! You have grown up! How on earth was I supposed to know that the man in the profile picture is supposed to be that introverted dorky kid from a decade ago?!'' Empath was laughing and D was giggling on the other end. It was like walking in clouds. She was giddy with excitement. She was late to work that day but extremely happy. He hated having to hang up when she told him her meetings with fellow teachers were about to start and she despised disappointing him. She promised she would call back as soon as she returned back home in the afternoon. She told him to catch up on his sleep till then, as they had a lot to catch up on in their next phone call.

She hung up, hanging on each and every word and kept smiling all day. She forgot all the infidelity issues of hubster, the wails of her Baby M and the demands of Baby S. She was counting hours from 11am , when she would reach home and return his call and finish their interrupted much delayed conversation. It wasn't until 3pm finally when she was done for the day, returned home, prayed, eaten, and resorted to her bed to breastfeed Baby M, that she excitedly grabbed her cell and dialled his number. Thank goodness for the internet and calling apps, or else the phone bill would have been out of her limit. The dial tone rang for a mere few seconds and he received, ''okayyy, you are back? Rested? Now where were we?'' D replied.

A month and countless calls and texts later, there was light at the end of the tunnel for Empath.

At Least that's what she thought it was. A break from her frustrations and disrupted marital bliss. But what she believed was light, could also be nothingness, because what's the colour of nothingness, but white.