PART-1 THE LOSS
Rizu... Open the door... Rizu, are you awake..?! Rizu...
The knock on the door startled me, I opened my eyes to find myself lying on the floor.
"Yes, maa I'm up", I replied.
I waited for her to go downstairs, then I got up and went to the washroom.
Back in the room, I found the letter on the floor and all the memories from last night flashes in front of my eyes.
How I found this letter...?! How Danish is no longer among us..?! And how I dozed off on the floor..?!
All the memories were constantly rushing through my mind, it feels like my head will explode...
I took some muscle relaxers and try to calm myself down. I sat on the couch for a while before leaving the room. I went downstairs and find that everyone is already out at their respective job, Maa served me the breakfast and got busy with her household work.
Meanwhile I was having the breakfast sitting alone on the dinning table for the very first time, we always used to sit and have breakfast together, I was only thinking about Danish...
How all this happened.
Yesterday...
I was in my office, it was 5 in the evening when my phone rang. It was from an unknown number, I picked up the call and what I heard the next was really hard to believe that at first I thought it would be a prank. But when the person told me that I really need to come there, I realized that it's not a prank and I went rushing through the office, straight to Danish's place.
At Danish's place, I reached there and saw the building covered by the police. Two men taking the body to the ambulance. I moved towards the van when I saw his hand hanging in air from the side of stretcher, it has severe marks of cut and blood stains were all over the wound.
Looking at his body in this state, my legs froze on the ground, my heart beats slow down, my head spin, and everything seems to be obscure, I feel sickness to stomach.
My body refuse to accept that he's not among us anymore, I took my steps back with trembling feet, when someone tapped on my shoulder.
I turned to find the police officer standing in front of me, he inquired about my identity and then he handed me a piece of paper.
"It's a suicide", he said, "it's been clearly mentioned in this letter", he added. And then they took his body to the hospital.
I just stood there for while, blankly staring at the road, my hands were quivering so vigorously that at first letter fell from my grip. But I somehow managed to pick it up and after that I have no idea how I reached my place and when did I passed out crying in my room.
Tears once again found their way out of my eyes, thinking about all those years we spent together, all those memories we lived together, how it all started and how dishearteningly it ends...