Simrita is found..!!!

I walked down the podium and out of the class after the lecture had been over.  I still had Anya’s diary in my bag but I was unsure of what I had to do of it. Return it or give it to rehan. So I just kept it in my bag .
These days I had discovered a new place in the school. Behind the amphitheatre of the school was a path which lead to an auditorium which onlyfew people knew about and even fewer visited. I would make my way up to that place during my free periods. And this being one , I walked down to the place. I silently satdown on one of the back row seats and closed my eyes in the peaceful atmosphere. I started humming to myself , a tune which I often caught myself singing , I never knew what it was but it just came to my mouth .

“Tu Aja..Tu aja aa..

Mujhko meri sazatoh suna ja

Vo aahein..Haan vo aansu

Mere hiss eke mujhko rula ja..

Sapne..Tere saare

Jinmein mein rehti thi..

Tukde banke mere zakhm seene mein kar gaye ..

Oohh.. “

And tears crept out of my eyes again as thoughts of him slept into my mind.
I took deep breaths..visvualizing him when I heard slow sobs from not far away. I wasn’t temted to check on who it was so I kept sitting there with tears flowing out of my eyes .. thinking of him..my angel..my love my life..another tune slipped from my mouth.

“Maine mere Jana..
Ab hai jana..
Ishq tera..Dard tera..
Haye..
Maine mere jana..
Ab hai jana..
Ishq tera..Dard tera ..
Tu jo --- “

And then I heard a scream..A terrible one..Not as terrible as once I had shouted but terrible enough to send a chill shivering down my spines. I jumped up and looked around every corner. Half  - expecting a ghost when I saw there a girl sat with blood pouring out of her lower  left limb..

What happened..Do u want to go to the clinic..??
I wasn’t the helpful ones really but she was really hurt.
She shook her head and I saw tears run out of her eyes.
Hurt..She was hurt..But mentally…Not physically as much mentally.
U really should go to the clinic..Thats a lot of blood u know.Ill help u.
She shook her head again.This time looking scared.
Listen to me. U need a bandage.
 I said trying hard not to shout. I stood there towering her as she cried on she started again with the box cuttwer she had in hand to cut her model – like leg.
I breathed down..I had stiff shoulders all this time.She saw this gesture and whispered in a broken voice.
Have u ever had mental pain..??
A broken heart..??
This does not hurt me..Because it is nothing to compare to the pain I suffer.
All this is to hide the real pain.
And that was it. She was just like me. In the journey of life I had suddenly found so many people like me. Heartless , broken, shattered. I felt a sting need of helping them bringing them together of telling them they didn’t need to be apart for this was their last chance. To tell them that they needn’t not be afraid of strict parents.