Helllllllooooooooooooo my dear crazy and sweet swasanians……
This is your dear Neptune back with my new latest Ff…..
Am glad that you people liked the prologue and I really really really expect and hope your support in the future too…
As I said that it’s a real story and the person is really close to my heart so I will continue it only n only if I get a good response….
Hope you people understand me…..
So guys I have stopped asking you all questions from quite a time so today let’s ask one…..
So what are your hobbies???.
Mine are singing, dancing, jumping watching tv an of course reading all the gorgeous ffs on my dearest SWASAN…..
Do tell me yours too …
Now without wasting any further time let’s start with today’s update…..
Year 1946…….
Throughout the small town of Baruch, amidst the heavy rains, between the narrow roads surrounded by wild grasses a small boy approximately 3 years old was running as much as speedily as much his small fragile roads can carry…
Behind him we can see a man chasing him…
The man was in his middles 20s running behind that little boy calling out his name …..
But the boy was not paying any heeds to his words and was just running fast wiping his tears off with his small-small hands…..
The boy went running into a small, dusty cottage and as soon as he entered inside nearly 50 heads turned towards him…..
All of them looked at him with different emotions in their eyes. ….
Some were sad, some with pity… some with hatred some were crying heavily…..
But the person whom the little boy wanted to see was no where to be seen….
His big brown eyes on the hat cute,small white face with the tears falling from there rapidly….
The hope in his eyes was vanishing slowly…..
He took small-small steps inside the house…. his feet shivering with fear….
Just then the man who was running behind came and stood at the door breathing heavily as he has been running all the while…….
He looked at the little boy and called his name loudly stopping him on his steps…
Man (shouting) sanskaaarrrrrr…….
Yes, the little boy was SANSKAAR MAHESHWARI….
He looked back at him…. his Ram cha-cha with questioning, scared, fear blenched eyes….
Ram (coming near him and picking him up in his arms) sanskaar….. bacha where are you going…..
Sanskaar: (crying) ma…. I want ma…. where’s my ma…….
Ram : (trying to convince him somehow while he himself was broken from inside) sanskaar….. look beta….. your….. your mom has went…. went out now…. when she will return Na… at that time you meet her okay……
Sanskaar: (crying and beating ram’s arms with his hands) no no I want my ma.. tell me where she is…..
As he was crying vigorously his gaze felt on his mother…..
There she laid on the floor…..
Wearing a red marriage lehenga.. her eyes closed.. cotton plugged in her nose and ears…
As she lay there having serene peace on her face….
Her face was completely pale and white….
Sanskaar jumped from the lap of his uncle and ran straight to his mother…
He began to shook her vigoursly crying and calling out her name…
That small child couldn’t understand why his mothe was lying on the cold floor all lifeless…
His father was sitting beside his mother keeping a hand on his forehead….
The tears which were dried from his eyes due to his wife death again began to flow seeing hid little kid’s condition…
Sanskaar: ma.. ma.. wake up Na ma… why are you lying here on the cold floor. Get up maa…. get up please….
Papa… Papa please ask mama to wake up please….
The other relatives sitting around them too began to cry seeing that little kid’s condition….
While sanskaar sat there crying holding his mother’s hand…..
When there was the time to take the body for burning it into the holy fire the gents stood up to lift the dead body up…
Sanskaar was laying there lifeless holding the hand of his mother…
When the other gents tried to come near the body to lift it up sanskaar stood up and started shouting madly….
Sanskaar : (shouting and crying) no no… don’t touch my mother….. don’t don’t take her away from me…. no no….
Sanskaar just kept on murmuring this…
His aunty sujatha came and picked him up in her arms…
Sanskaar was almost unconscious but still murmuring only one thing…
To not take his mother away…….
They went to the holy samshan ghat ..
These rituals of the antim sanskaar are to be done by a son…
But sanskaar was too small and now in a unconscious state too..
So they decided to do all the rituals by the hand of durga prasad sanskaar’s father and sanskaar would only touch the holy fire to the body…
All the rituals were done by his father with the priest reciting the mantras….
Sanskaar was looking all this with drowsy teary eyes. .
He was seeing his mother for the last time…
That little boy didn’t even know the meaning of death…
His mother was going away from him forever….
His father took him in his lap and carried him to the pyre….
He made him touch the pyre witg his hands…
While Sanskaar who was in Trance till now began crying all of a sudden…
Sanskaar: nooooooo noo what are doing… you are burn….. burning my mother….. no nooooooo…
But alas it was too late….
He went silent, his tears dried up..
His gaze just fixed on the burning pyre….
Precap: hmm you have to wait for that…
Huff so guys I end this part here… I really don’t know how it is…
Just wish that it wasn’t too boring and that it was worth reading..
If it wasn’t then please forgive me…
IMPORTANT QUESTION…..
Guys do you want ragini’s role in this Ff….
If she will be present then also she won’t be given much screen space as this story revolves only around SWASAN’s life.
But still guys am very much confused with this .. so please answer this question….
Meet you all in the ne t part till then Bubye…
Love you all..
LOVE SWASAN……