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"Aaj mousam bada bemaan hi.. bada bemaan he aaj mousam.." Mohammed Rafi was singing melodiously in background when Sampreetha decided that she just can't do it anymore. She can't keep thinking about this and not reach a decision. The last few months of her life had been the worst, most intolerable time of her life.

She let out a sigh as she ran her hand through the hair of her young son sleeping on her lap, sleeping peacefully oblivious to the storm raging in his mother's heart. How would he know and how can he even imagine to understand the dilemma she was in as he never had to face the decision taken well before his birth.

It had been more than 6 years to the fact that his father Sandeep had left her after he came to know that she was pregnant. Sampreetha carefully slid out of the bed and tucked her son in before turning off the light and walking out of the room.

She settled down on her favourite armchair with the blackest coffee possible and asked the same question once again to herself "Should I let him into our life?"

It seemed like no matter how many times she asked herself that she will not get any answer from her surprisingly silent heart. 

Even thought she was angry with him for his abandonment, she had to agree that somewhere he had a point that when he wanted to come back she didn't leave any roads open towards her.

"Well he didn't try hard enough" said her heart with a bitter feel.

"Oh now she has a voice" thought Sampreetha with a smile.

Looked like her heart would never forgive him for what he did. But now its not only her heart which was in the equation. She has to consider about her son's heart also. 

Again the train of questions started "Does she trust Sandeep enough to let him into their life and not break her son's heart??"

She sipped the last sip and kept the cup down with a sigh while her mind traveled down the memory lane reminiscing the last vestiges of the ruined remains called her heart. 

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  1. Srikanth Manjunath7 October 2017 at 22:07

    narration impressed me so much..a dilemma situation explained in a simple way
    ..

    She may want to discard him...or accept him..but she needs to consider her son's heart too...there is the catch...

    Well narrated..CB

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  2. bilimugilu8 October 2017 at 09:30

    It seemed like no matter how many times she asked herself that she will not get any answer from her surprisingly silent heart. ....

    I read this feel couple of times here... Nivs, it's nicely woven...
    Thanks for sharing your random madness....

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