The hospital wall held little flowers here and there disclosing my eightieth birthday. Beside my bed a little girl stood with her innocent smile. Her father was a young man, tall and handsome for his age. He gave something to his only daughter who in turn gave it to me saying,
"Happy
Birthday Thatta!”. My grand daughter smile reminded me of someone who I knew
but my old memory doesn't have the capacity to revive any.
My son struggled to control his tears seeing me in the last phase of my life. But, I tried
to put a smile on his face, thanked him for his gift and put it in my pocket.
That was the last time I saw them.
Hours
later,
I was
carried off in a stretcher back home - a place where I lived my 40 years
of life along with my wife Sundra. People flocked in and out of my house, an
unusual thing that haven’t happened in a decade. It reminded me of the day when Sundra left me all alone in my home. Just then, I realized something . I was looking at my own body. I freaked and called out for help but
no one could notice me. I was like a mad man running around and scratching
myself from my head to toe only to find something hard in my pocket. I pulled
it out swiftly and found a smartphone gifted hours ago by my son. I was
astonished but no one seems to notice anything.
I flitted
near an empty space and started accessing the phone. A bright light was shining
on the mobile and it read “WeChat”. I touched it and all of a sudden it pulled
up a list of names. I was flabbergasted as I knew all those names in the WeChat
contact lists which was skillfully extracted from my memory. I scanned the
lists, found my Sundra's name and accessed it with a click.
It took
few seconds to connect.
"Welcome
Dear. I have been awaiting here for you for a long time “she replied. Tears
were rolling my eyes and I knew I was not alone anymore. I had missed her all
along my life. She was a piece of me who fitted me perfectly and connecting
back to her through this little miracle app offered me comfort. After few
conversations, I chose to find more people to connect with.
My Mother
Lalitha name was shining bright near my eyes. I clicked instantly and asked her
where she was. Within minutes came a reply,
“My son, I am
making our home ready in the astral plane for your arrival. Sundra is
also there with me. Don't worry, Mommy is always there to help you." Tears
were rolling again. My mother has been a great support for me and every time
she willingly serves me no matter how and where I am. "What will happen to me
without your unconditional love Mother" I thought.
"Where
is papa?" I called out to my Mom. “Waiting for you” came her voice reply.
Papa! I
scrolled down to his name Mr.Rajan(papa) in the wechat app. Before I could click his name,
there was a voice message from him.
"My
son, finally you have come back to us. How in this off-earth plane I could be
without you? We all will come to help you soon" he said.
His voice
was full of enthusiasm. I remembered his days where he returned back from work
just to hold me in his arms, tell stories and put me to sleep. I could never have
a best dad than him. I send him a voice message back telling ," Dad, I am
waiting but before leaving this plane, I still wanted to talk to two more
persons."
My hands
were trembling in fear now. I knew I had to call this person one last time. I
have to ask her for forgiveness or else I will leave this world without peace.
I don't know how she was now, alive or dead. I searched hard but sadly, it was
not even available in my contacts. I then finally concluded that her name was
not there since I have erased her from my memories long ago in respect for my
Sundra. I got tensed, tired, shook my phone in distress and thought hard.
CLING! I
heard a noise. In my phone, I found few names from the look around feature of
the app. Shaking my mobile has connected with bits and pieces of my past. Even with
my forgotten memories.
Daisy was
her name, my ex-love. She was my first crush but fate was not favorable for us.
Her parents had her married in a hurry even before I could convince them. I failed
to return at the right time as promised. I cursed her at her face for not
waiting for me. She cried that she waited long enough. But still, I punished
her with my words. Marriage was a big thing in life and sometimes things don’t
go as planned. I understood that only when I got my own son married.
"Daisy!
I am sorry for whatever trouble I caused you. I know you were too young then
and I failed to fulfill my promise. I lost you and I know it caused the same
pain for you as it was for me. Sorry for everything and I hope we will be free
of all regrets " – I recorded my voice in the app and clicked send.
Minutes
passed but there was no reply. I believed that she had no intention to talk to
me. And so I finally I dialed my son Jai's number. He was standing near my
lifeless body crying like a baby. I must inform him that we are always beside
him protecting him and his family as guardian angels. I called him.
"Son,
you were a special gift in my life. And you gave me another gift through which
I am connecting with you now. Son, I am always there for you protecting you. And
remember there is a time where you will meet all your pasts in your lifetime.
So as for now, live in your present and stay happy. Your pasts can wait."
I voice messaged him and looked at his reaction.
For a
minute his face was blank. He looked at his watch and the time on his mobile.
His hands were trembling as he entered a message. I knew what he typed and so
replied him again,
“You got
to believe me, my son. Don't try to access your past until it comes in search
for you. I will no more message you since I want my son to move forward to his future like a
strong man. "
After hearing
my voice message, he sighed heavily, wiped his tears and clutched his both
hands in prayers. He had trusted me.
Time has
come for me to leave earth. My vimana was ready for take-off.
Daisy! Daisy! Where are you? Please do forgive me! I cried in silence.
Daisy! Daisy! Where are you? Please do forgive me! I cried in silence.
My grand
daughter looked up, smiled and whispered," Good bye! I was here all the time”
I left
the earth still holding on to my mobile phone where Daisy name was shining
brightly.
FICTION STAMP
This fictional post was written for Wechat's ( WeChat's Youtube channel ) prompt "
"If you could connect with 5 or more people in a WeChat group - who would they be, and why? What would you talk about? The people can be dead, alive or even fictional"
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