Must Read: The Silent Lover - Season 1 - Episode 3

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Must Read: The Silent Lover - Season 1 - Episode 3

He couldn’t think more. Such a shiny, bright ‘glow’ she had on her face.
Her hair was the first cloudiness which appears before rain. Her long, shiny locks were the source of comfort for the desperate and tired traveler.

The musical ringing of the phone in his room dispersed his thoughts. With slow, tired steps, he reached and picked up the reciever.
“Yes?” While holding the cordless reciever in one hand, he used the other to take his remainig cigarette to his dark lips.
“How’s my good boy today?” A soft, caring male voice came from the other side.
“Assalaam O Alaikum Maulana uncle.” He sighed with relief as he heard his teacher’s voice and then said, “I was actually going to call you in few minutes. I have some good news for you.” Not just his face, even his voice was smiling. “Thankfully, your prayers got colors.”
“You made my day son. I have waited so long for this very day.” Maulana uncle’s voice became shaky with emotion.
“Dr Waris has called me tomorrow for my final check up. He said that hopefully they would issue the mental health clearance certificate for me this time.” He said, leaning against the railing of the upstairs terrace.
The salt breeze rippled gently through his dark black hair.
“And what about police matters?”
“One of my friends talked to the D.I.G. Crimes, he has assured us that there are no more charges remaining on me now.
My file has been closed. The police do accept the fact that whatever happened was something I did when I was not mentally normal.” He finished his long sentence. “I’d never forgive myself ever though.”
“Yes. Why not, thanks to Allah, you’re normal now, physically as well as mentally.”
Maulana uncle was as supportive as ever. “It’s been a long way though.”
“Uncle, I don’t believe that it’s been more than two years now.” He took a long breath. “The loss is unbearable however.”
Maulana uncle remained silent this time.
“Uncle, tell me. Tell me, why does it hurt to love someone?”
From the other side, he heard a soft, sober laughter.
“People don’t offer thanks when they’re happy. Yet they object when they’re hurt.”
“I…I will be thankful this time.” He sobbed. “Sometimes, I just want my love back uncle. Although I know it’s impossible. Those who have gone forever, never come back.”
He murmured painfully. “And please, not this time. I don’t want to get hurt again.”
“Your love was meant to be…….
“If it was meant to be, why did I lose her?”
His voice became loud, as he cut in.
“You didn’t lose her…….I’d say you let her go!” Maulana uncke replied. “And that was your mistake.”
He did not reply. He had nothing to say.
“How’s your poetry going?”
“My only hobby these days.” He laughed emptily. “Yes I wrote something new.”
“And what it could be?”
“My new poem, want to hear?” He aksed, resting against the railing again and gazing far out to sea.
“Why not.”
Hearing his response, he set his neatly framed glasses back on his nose and opened his diary again.
“Alright, here it is…. I have dedicated this to her, the same person for whom I wrote it. By the way the title is ‘Thank you’.
“Hmm, sounds interesting. Lets begin now.”
He closed his eyes, tipped his head back again and began to read the poem in a soft, low voice but with an impressive accent and perfection.
My love…..

I am a different person, a better person,
since we first met, your honesty helped me
to see my weaknesses,
and your support helped me
to turn them into strengths.
Thank you, for being my real, true friend
for not saying the things you thought I wanted to hear, but for saying the things I needed to know.

Thank you for being my teacher!
I was helpless, you supported me
I was restless, you comforted me
I was ignorant, you acknowledged me
Thank you……
And now, I know, you’re not with me,
but know what? You’re still inme
Thank you for being my ‘everything’
“You there uncle?” Finishing his poem, he asked.
“Wonderful, absolutely wonderful my son.”
Maulana uncle’s voice was laden with joy and appreciation.
“While thanking Allah for making us better and the best, we should not forget the channel which is the source between Allah and us.
Your “thank you” is just fantastic.”
In answer, he smiled soberly and said, “Well, what can I say in answer except another “Thank you!”
Maulana uncle laughed again.
“Son, I’d like to suggest something for you and you really need that!”
“And what’s that uncle?”
“Change. You need change.”
“Change or ‘escape’ from my worries?”
“No, I mean change of atmospher. Go to some good picnic point of your city. It will provide you a chance to gather your thoughts again or….”

Maulana uncle left his sentence unfinished.
“Or?”
“If you know what I mean, you can change your place too, I mean your home…….

“Uncle please…” He cut in sharply with pain.
“You know it’s one of the last memories of her. I can still fell her fragrance here. I can’t even think of leaving this place…
“But my child, don’t you think these three thousand yards are too big for a single,solitary you?”
“Uncle I suppose we shall leave this discussion for later times, if you don’t mind.” His voice became spotless, his face expressionless. “But I’d definitely think about what you said about change of atmosphere!” He assured him seriously,blowing off another puff of cigarette smoke.
“May this change bring many other pleasant changes to you son. I’ll visit you soon.”
“Thank you uncle. I’ll be looking forward to welcome you here.”
“Alright, and do inform me about your medical report as soon as you get it. Okay?”
“Sure uncle! Take care. Allah hafiz.”
Hanging up the phone, he finished off his remaining cigarette. Now, it was time to sleep.
“It won’t come so easily though.” His own smile was sarcastic for himself.