On the glass fogged with mrs Mehta’s breath she continue to look on her child. With a constant eye. It was like two bodies watching each other but fact was one was internally dead and other died because of him. Sister came from behind. Tapped on Mrs’ shoulder, “mam, has called you in cabin. Folding the end of her saree she wiped her tear, tried to show that she was strong.
She entered the cabin. And before doctor could have said anything. she asked him with My son will be all right doctor? Her voice got jammed. It was shivering, like something got stucked. Doctor asked her to sit said,” Mrs mehta, Rohan was kept in complete isolation because of which he got anxiety attack and due to prolonged drug addiction he had nervous breakdown. Thankfully he was bought here on time. Doctor paused for a while. Looked over Mehta looking at her son through the glass panel. Son still breathing but for how long? Son whose heart beats going up and Down on monitor but for how long? Doctor coughed to get her attention. Mrs Mehta looked at him, old eyes behind the spectacles were crying were still so strong to hold those heavy guilt tears. Doctor said “you should take him to somewhere he may be happy and without any isolation plus he should be away from drugs. I know a monk of monastery in mountain, he care for hundred of rohan like kid. I will talk to him and we should shift him there. Mrs Mehta was already so broke that for him nothing else doesn’t matter except to see rohan on his foot. Playing football in Liverpool jearsy. Speaking aloud in hall the words of Julius Caesar. She nodded her head in okay. And kept on staring on window. Inside the ICU rohan opened his mouth and murmur for a second mom mom where are you. Nd then shut his mouth.
It was 2 day later in Volkswagen van roaring through up down zig zag path of Himalaya. In the horizon golden bird was spreading her wings setting snow capped mountain on fire blazing till the end of day. Standing tall from centuries calm and strong. Inside the van Rohan was clinged to Moms Saree shivering and listening Metallica’s ” for whom the bell tolls” a constant silence in van. He took out his diary and pen and with shivering hands he wrote ”
Make his fight on the hill in the early day
Constant chill deep inside
Shouting gun, on they run through the endless grey
On the fight, for they are right, yes, by who’s to say?
For a hill men would kill, why? They do not know
Stiffened wounds test there their pride
Men of five, still alive through the raging glow
Gone insane from the pain that they surely know
Take a look to the sky just before you die
It is the last time you will
Blackened roar massive roar fills the crumbling sky
Shattered goal fills his soul with a ruthless cry
Stranger now, are his eyes, to this mystery
He hears the silence so loud
Crack of dawn, all is gone except the will to be
And blue van keep on rolling on the track at day break.