जिस गली में तेरा घर ना हो बालमा ,
उस गली से हमें तो गुज़ारना नहीं ,
जो डगर तेरे द्वारे पे जाती ना हो ,
उस डगर पे हमें पाँव रखना नहीं
Author's POV.
She opened her eyes only to find out her husband walking with slow steps towards her.
He sat on the edge of the bed, just beside her head and placed her head on his lap, caressing it lightly.
"Uth Gaya Mera baccha?".
She rubbed her eyes slowly and nodded her head.
"Uth jao, naha lo jaldi se, fir Hume nashta bhi karna hai na saath me?".
She nodded her head and sat up slowly on the bed.
Snaking her hands around his body lazily, she placed her head on his shoulder.
He caressed her back with one hand, placing another one over her lower belly and asked,
"Dard ho raha kya babu?".
She shook her head.
He kissed on her forehead and muttered,
"Get up, I'm really very hungry. Hurry up."
She nodded her head stood from the bed only to move towards the bathroom along with her clothes.
***
Abhigyan was waiting for her on the table. Everyone had already had their breakfast.
Priya came in after worshipping God and entered inside the kitchen. Heating the food again, she served to her husband.
She sat along with him as no one was present around them.
They ate in the same plate, together.
At noon, they took a nap together.
When they woke up, it was evening.
Gossiping along with family, having dinner along with them, playing with little Anil, the day passed.
***
Next day, noon, he was standing outside the door, waiting for her to come outside.
This was the second time, past repeating itself. Her vidaai.
It was slightly different for them this time, as they had started feeling for each other. They were happy. And Priya was leaving home whole heartedly. Still, she was crying.
It's tough to leave parents behind.
They sat on the cart. Side by side.
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