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Still in the drawer of his cupboard are the button of his shirt, the pen lid, and a few pieces of paper..... Today the hand went inside the drawer to clean the cupboard. As if the button has been pulled. For a moment the heart forgot to beat.
Keeping the button on the palm for some time kept looking at it, just that day also something similar happened. Nachiket was wearing a blue checks shirt. He was waiting for me in Tilak Marg. I had arrived late. He was angry with me about this. I tried to persuade him, but he was not ready to accept it.
Then I hugged him and told him to keep quiet. Nachiket started to calm down and got lost in my arms. When he returned to normal, I separated myself from his arms. My hair got caught in the button of his shirt and got tangled. Both tried, but the buttons could not come out of the matted hair. I pulled my hair hard and then the button broke and fell down.
I picked up the button and put it in my purse. I told him, it will be lying in the purse, if I get a chance, then I will 'hang' it in his shirt. Today four years have passed. Neither did Nachiket get nor did he get a chance to button the shirt…. Since then I am keeping this button as his memory. I remember that day too when he had to go to Delhi for his Ph.D. Research, that day was very upset.
I sit quietly and watch him. He took a deep breath and while holding my hand said, I have to go to Delhi for a year Sudha…. Hearing this, I was terrified. Nachiket said, Oh! Sudha.. you are so nervous as I am leaving for a long time. It's only a matter of one year.
You should be happy that my dream is going to come true. I will come back once the research is complete. There will be a job... then we will get married immediately. For the research for which he was working hard day and night and was busy making his dream come true, would his dream break like this? I buried my words in my heart and one day he went to Delhi. ……………be continoue
