‘The rain looks beautiful, doesn’t it?’ I stretched out my hand and the droplets touched my palm.
‘I love how the rain drops hang from the drenched window grills.’ I added, smiling.
All I could think of was how much I’d missed the rain. I would shut all the windows, pull the curtains and sit on my bed putting the earplugs in. I’d started hating the sound of rain.
After a long time, that day I didn’t stop myself. I closed my eyes and let them see his face. I didn’t open them for a long time, my voice choked up, I swallowed hard, but the tears couldn’t be stopped either; they emerged from the corner of my eyes.
I was wrong to have buried him deep inside my heart, I realized; he deserved to live in it and his memories deserved to be celebrated. I, however, had locked them in an old trunk and kept the key out of my sight.
I moved away from the window, opened the trunk and took a deep breath; a strange hypnotizing smell filled my nostrils. I took out his belongings one by one; I sniffed them all and they still did smell of him.
‘I’m sorry.’ I muttered, hoping he was around to hear it.
Someone knocked at my door.
I wiped the tears, sniffled hard and smiled to myself – ‘I promise to let you live in my heart, to never abandon your memories and to keep loving you without guilt. I know you can hear me, so let me tell you, a part inside of me will remain yours forever.’
I opened the door; they held my hands, tears pouring down their faces; they took me to the man who I got married to this morning.
I wiped their tears – ‘You never made me feel that you weren’t my parents and it wasn’t my house but my in-laws’…God may have different names and faces, but to me you are God and I will worship you forever.’