News had started coming on the television. I could see the news on the airport that our entire Gandhi Nagar had got destroy. But there were no visual because the story had just come to the news. So when I took a cab even the cab driver was not willing to go to that area as it was destroyed. I had to go walking it was almost half an hour away from airport. But it took me one hour to reach there because I was going there by walking. When I reached their all I could see was the small girl crying in front of me, the other boy searching for his parents, a pregnant women wondering how she would save her baby and crying. All I could see there was people crying, blood, police and the fire brigade. Where would I find Manisha there? Everything was destroyed I couldn’t see anyone whom was I supposed to go and talk to. Eventually I went to one of the officials and asked him that, “Are there any other patient been taken to hospital? And I got a answer that, “Just stay away from this place right now. Do not disturbed the officials. They are at their job.” I could see all the people rescuing reach other, helping each other, taking away all the stones aside and bringing the people up. And I was just wishing that manisha is not under the stone.
I was all devastated. Life makes no sense to me at that point of time. I just closed my eyes in middle of that chaos and could only see that duppatta passing by me. All the coffee dates, all the settlements we made for our house was all I could imagine in those five minutes. I opened my eyes and realized that reality was so different my life without manisha won’t make any sense to me. All I could do was wait for the situation to get to normal. I called mom and dad and told them everything that had happened. They were so tensed and took the next flight to Delhi. After two days the officals calls up the people to give their belongings that they found. There was a box and on that it was written to dear Sujeet and I did not know how that box actually survived through all that, but it did. And I got a call from the official that there is a box on my name and that I should collect it. I did not want anything from that place so I told the official that I don’t want any box. I thought that it must be any normal box which had something to do with our house. I did not want to get anything and any memory from that place because anything other than manisha was of no importance to me. But then mom and dad told that you should get that box maybe take it as a last memory of your house. So I went there. There was a box around that box it was written Happy Valentine’s Day with love manisha. I was in shocked that how this box survived through all this destruction. I took that box to our house. Yes it was Valentine’s Day approaching. I remembered manisha saying me, “I’ll not gift you anything this valentines you’ll have to gift me something big.” To which I said, “I’m not gifting you anything. Valentine’s Day is just a normal for us to celebrate. And we are not getting into those cheesy couple who would celebrate Valentine’s Day. And in back of my mind I had planned a grand party for her. With Ritika and Rahul being a part of it. But to my amusement here is this box.I opened the box I was expecting some chocolates, roses or maybe teddies inside that box because she was fond of chocolates and teddies. But all I could see was a letter. I took that letter. I opened that letter and it was written that Sujeet you have gifted me the best gift of my life. I turned the page and there was written “LETS HAVE A HAPPY LIFE WITH OUR LITTLE ONE.”





