The moral of the story is....!
Its smile and smile that takes my heart away!
Love blossomed; glided Smita to seventh heaven.... floating,
flying, dancing among stars, Smita admitted that she was in love!
Love was that ecstatic feeling which gave Smita a
morphine like high. Young and full of vibrance, she could not deny
her attraction to his unalloyed smile, Yes, she was love struck, head over heel
in love with this man, simply wooed by his innocence and his boyish smile. Life
seemed soaked in colours ....resplendent rhapsodies life was to her now... her
bold latent nature which no one was aware of popped up from some corners of her
heart which had encompassed it, since years giving her this title “shy Smita”
she could not believe her ears when she asked her dad the boldest ever question
“Dad, can I marry this guy, who has the most naive smile in this whole wide
universe?”
He was dumbfounded though
fumbling inside. Smita shyly rejoicing her unimagined self
acclaimed boldness. Ignoring her Dad’s expression,Smita swayed out in the air, pinching hard, questioning
herself, she asked “is it me?” again consoling her mind she applauds herself “I have done it! “
Running towards her room, picking up the phone hurriedly she
dialled those ever so known numbers, Smita was just panting like a wild horse, "
Hello Ashish! I have done it, now your smile has been locked with my keys.”
And the rest is history.
2 years later
A well decorated room filled with silence but those short-lived silence speaks a hundred sad tales, suddenly a hoarse voice uproars
“I hate your smile, if only I knew, you were so much into your addiction.”
“Leave me, I have not trussed you, you knew very well I am a
smoker but still you wanted to fly with me.” came a well-versed reply.
The monotonous repartee had that inherent quality of buzzing
at the same time every day. Life had moved on and so had joys, taking a refuge
in those weird corners of the two bed-room flat.
The cracking sound of utensils and those blabbering tones
rendered the same cacophonic aura in the air every day. Kishore had loved Smita but his smoking habit
was taking a toll on their relationship.Smita was one of the least of those
typical nagging souls who have nothing to do except finding faults of their
husband after 2 years. She was all worried about his health.
A high profile job promised a big pack salary but the cost
which one pays is really not worth the money. Long hours of working, sleepless
nights, deadlines, work pressure had just jolted Kishore and Smita’s life fully.
Marriage was a sweet dream for Smita but those sweet dreams had transcended to
nightmares with unending smokes hovering around their married sky turning it
grey and black. The ever gloomy black cloud had spread the sheet of uncertainty,
conjugal disharmony and lifeless marriage syndrome.
Kishore had given up the very thought of living a smoke free
life, as he was climbing the ladders of professional success, he had pushed
aside the thought that a healthy body is the pre -requisite criterion to a healthy
life. If it would not have been those umpteen smoke circles, how could he even
delineate those arduous business strategies?
Days passed, months flew, and life promised the same old story
everyday with bits and pieces of professional hikes and jaults now and then.
One fine day-
Kishore as usual had packed his laptop bag and was hurrying
to the corridors holding a sandwich in one hand and pressing those ever known
phone buttons on the other hand, head slanted, mouth open, eyes lost, dark
black circles hovering around and those black parched lips sulking over...(Faded
were those smiles which used to drool Smita every time but as time fades
everything, so had this hectic life style
murked everything) only left are those scars
on lips and those inner chambers of
Smita’s heart.
The day had just started and Smita had loads to do but she
felt like leaving those mundane activities aside, she sat with a cup of tea and
a reverie of thoughts struck her, she muttered
to herself “what went wrong?” Suddenly those familiar ring tones started
buzzing but she was still wrapped in those flash backs of life, reluctantly she hurried
to pick up the phone.
As she picked up, she heard a hoarse voice from the other
end “Mrs Kumar...it’s nothing to worry about, you just have to be at our
hospital.”
Her ears were hesitant to hear, her feet started trembling,
her mouth became dry, her hands slipped off the phone but somehow she gathered
her senses and rushed towards the door.
She had just put the keys, Smita sensed herself accelerating
her brakes to the highest speed level, she did not care about those traffic rules
nor did she think about that grumpy police man who stared at every car on the way,
her thought could not leave Ashish.
As she parked her car she knew nothing about where she was
heading towards, she had those speed of light, her legs trembling, her heart
sinking and her words fumbling.
The doctor was standing in front of the ICU.Smita was all in
tears. Doctor consoled her saying “He is fine now but under observation, he
suffered a mild stroke.”
Smita could not believe her ears she fumbled “Is he out of
danger?”
Doctor replied with a husky tone “Let it be 24 hrs and then
we can say."
Smita somehow settled herself in a corner seat with her mind
stagnant but struggling.
She stayed awake whole night
coping with her mind, body and
her soul, praying for that smile, cursing herself for those words but muttering to herself”
Ashish! if only you would have listened to those warning signs.”
Next day somehow Smita managed to open her eyes which fought
a night long battle, not only her eyes but her mind and soul.
She rushed towards the corridor, pushing herself towards the
Doctor she asked blatantly “How is he now?”
Doctor smiled and Smita’s heart which was pounding so
heavily felt a warm touch of hope.
The Doctor reverted back “He is out of danger but he has to
quit smoking or else ...”
Smita did not let those words be uttered she gently said “I
will take care of that.”
She saw Ashish from the door outside, folded her hands,
looked up, tears falling down her cheeks she could hardly control them, Ashish
was lying there on the bed stretching his hands towards Smita, she rushed inside “ You are out of danger but
God gifts signal only once...it’s up to
you, how you interpret it.”
“I am still in love with you Ashish, God made me realize that." " My eyes are starved to treat themselves with your sparkling smile once again, come home!”
And those warnings were taken seriously; thereafter life was
all about joy and love, not to forget those smiles again.
Smiles are best when you take care of your teeth and how you know it well,read those signals and value those warning signs before its too late like Ashish,leave those addictions and use a gentle paste which would take care of your gums and helps reverse gum problems in just 4 weeks...colgate..the name speaks all and those smile keep it intact,cause they are your jewels!
