Not easy to forget

Not easy to forget

Kitti Marshal -1

Iqbal and Raji were going to India together even after the divorce. Iqbal was now staying with Satbir. Satbir came to drop them off at the airport. Raji had some ancestral property in India. He asked Iqbal to accompany him, and Iqbal agreed. After all, he was also associated with their daughter Meera. He didn't want Meera to think wrong about him. That is why he is always ready to help them.

Iqbal alone thought that if his heart was pounded, it would become clear that he was still attached to Raji somewhere. He would get hyper when he saw Raji with another man, but it was his fault too. He also came with the idea of spending time with his ex-wife.

Their daughter Mira was still a link between them; both of them care for Mira. Both have an excuse to say. The truth is, forgetting each other is not easy.

Excuses are only on the upper surface.

Iqbal is always ready to help his ex and daughter.

Raji always listens to Iqbal because of Meera.

`Now the question is what is the actual link between us. Is it Meera or I still attached emotionally with Iqbal, or I don't want to lose from Satbir'Raji was thinking when Iqbal asked her to go with them to Golden Temple and refused bluntly?

" Iqbal, You look disturbed and upset; what is the matter?" With Surjit's voice, Iqbal came out of his thoughts.

They came to the Golden temple. Surjit got intuition something is not correct. Surjit was his childhood friend, and for the rest of his life, he was a moral symbol for Iqbal.

"No, Surjit, nothing to worry about, that's what I was thinking about Meera, we never left her alone before.

How nice it would be if she were here too. We are helpless; she was busy with her exam. Just two more years, and Then our anxiety is gone.

"I wanted her to come with us. I would bring her to Darbar Sahib."

I told her, "Look, this is the place where I spent my childhood, but now everything has changed."

"Yes, Iqbal, everything has changed on the map, but it has not changed on the ground. Have you ever told Meera about our friendship, about our adventures?"

"Yes, she knows everything; she is very curious about Amritsar." Iqbal wa lying in the premises of Darbar Sahib.The religious place where he spent his childhood.

Surjit asked curiously, "Then what did my niece say?"

"I will miss you, Dad; I want to meet your childhood friend. She keeps asking questions about your children, about your wife, her aunt, and so on." Iqbal was not ashamed of lying on the premises.

He had a smile on his face, instead.

His thoughts made up a false story. He convinced himself that this was the truth and nothing else. That is what he was saying. Bowing to the Akal Takht, he began to recite the Hukam, the order of Guru.

In front of the Akal Takht, People are listening to religious teaching in rhythm. People were sitting together. The line of Sangat visiting the Hari Mandir had reached the Akal Takht. Prasad's plate on their hands, cameras were hanging in the throats of many. Many were remembering the Lord with their eyes closed.

Many were listening to kirtan with their eyes closed. People from outside of Punjab behaved differently. The residents of Amritsar, most of them used to come every day, their way of walking and behaving are different.

"Why so many people today, Surjit?"

Surjit smiled and said, "You came after a long time. Today is the same day. Now every day the people used to come. Before, they controlled the rush by dividing them into the group by closing the way by bamboo stick.

Sticks were blocking the Sangat. When they reached the bar, Iqbal saw that the Sangat used to push the bar by forgetting their patience. Even after stopping, ten or twelve would pass. Knowing this, Iqbal slowly wanted to see the scene. He thought it was wrong. There is no peace even after coming to a religious place.

He realized that he was also thinking about many things. Sometimes he would even start comparing Raji and Satbir why he needed Satbir more than Raji. Is she more beautiful and voluptuous, or she talks more about his favorite topics.

Raji came to bed with responsibilities, never come as a woman alone, but Satbir came to bed to have fun. He would associate his state with the subconscious, but the people's eagerness would seem wrong to him.

Surjit had demonstrated his concentration all the way. Surjit bowed his head as he demanded peace for himself, his family, and maybe for the entire world.

Going inside, Iqbal saw the same scene of uneasiness. He saw People and employees in a hurry. He also bought a saropa(religous safron cloth) for five hundred rupees. Satbir's wish was also necessary. No one asked him why he had cut his beard and dyed it. He pays the price and gets the saropa, which is supposed to give the person who achieved something for humanity.

When he was younger, it was seldom so crowded. Diwali Baisakhi seemed so exciting. At that time, many groups from the far south were roaming. Wearing yellow caps on their heads, they were busy taking photos. Iqbal bowed in particular places.

Iqbal remembered that the last time he came here, Raji was with him, but she did not come to visit Golden Temple this time. Iqbal asked,

"Raji, why don't you join us?"

"You know why. I can't talk to Surjit Bro about any such false fist that would embarrass me later. Also, you may have any desire or oath in your heart about Satbir, and I will be with you. It will be an insult to Darbar Sahib and your devotion." Raji still addressed Iqbal with respect.

She never crossed the bottom line.

During the voyage, Iqbal said we have to spend our time and not let anyone know, not even Surjit, what is in us. Raji was silent then. Iqbal had only two options: to lie or tell the truth and lose his childhood friend.

After saying goodbye to Satbir, Iqbal and Raji came across the security guard, which was a kind of unpleasant situation. When Raji emptied her purse, Iqbal saw an Advil package. He was surprised for a while; Raji never takes Advil for a headache; in case of headache, she used aspirin. Iqbal crossed the security door thinking, Raji is taking Advil now. Advil is Iqbal's favorite; he always keeps Advil in his car.

They went to the lounge of gate number 82 and sat down. Both were wondering what to talk about. "Hey, did you get the green suit because of me?"

"No," Raji replied briefly and fell silent.

"And pink socks?"

"I just come," Raji said instead of answering Iqbal's question. She got up and left. Going to the other end, she called Bell Canada's public phone, talked for a while, and then returned. Iqbal wanted to ask but did not ask, and Raji did not consider it appropriate to tell. Iqbal thought he must have called someone she shouldn't have. But why not? After all, there are needs. Iqbal thought, no, it was not right, but the other part of my mind thought, why I worried, she is not my wife now.

As Iqbal thought, she never took Advil before, and now the packet of Advil is in her purse.