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A trip to..."HEAVEN"..


The vicious sound of the alarm clock woke me up with a start. Two three huge yawns later I pushed myself out of the bed with very li'l effort caz I couldn't sleep all night. I looked into the bathroom mirror. A ghost with baggy eyes stared back at me. Scccaarry...No one, believe me no one could wake me up this early in the morning. My granny tried to wake me up during my exams, but no way...I woke up but slept behind my books...hahaha...Well it was for my loving husband whom I got to pick up early morning from the airport. I finally got ready within half an hour and stood near the door waiting for the driver to come. He was late…  We rushed to the air port, my eyes were searching for him with excitement. There….There he was…I found him and ran towards him n gave a huuuugeee hug. After a really very long time, I could see him finally.

It was a planned trip to Vaishnav mata. It's said you can visit Devi maa only when her bulawa comes. Truly said. I tried to visit Devi twice but some how the plans didn't materialize in the end. I am married now. Maybe because I was destined to visit Devi maa only with him, so she made it sure that all other plans are not successful. Though, he visited twice…with his friends and once with family.
My work had me tied like hell, there was no scope of leave, and finally I thought of a plan and called my boss, asked him to manage with my previous matters. He agreed.
We started from Raipur to Delhi, landed @ bhai’s home.

He booked one of the best hotels in Katra. We started again from Delhi to Jammu. Traveled along a beautiful way to Katra…Stepped in the hotel…Believe me, the view of the hill was amazing…(I wish to visit once again, again with him). We were hardly few steps away from Devi maa…my condition was worst I can’t explain even.
My legs were literally dead. The holy chant…”Jai mata di” gave instant energy and I finally had an amazing view. Darshan was so so so holy and divine and peaceful and what not…….We reached back to hotel @ 1:30 am. Slept till 5 pm nxt day… lolll….But as the dates of our trip were going on, my heart was really shrinking because I could hardly see him going away from me…again for don’t know how many days/months….

Again from delhi, we were to catch our train, but he wasn’t in a mood to leave delhi that soon. He looked for flights which would be much better than trains but a bit costly. I wasn't well too. Fever...din measure how much, cough and cold, with body pains and what not??? We could not afford travelling again more than 20 hours in train to Raipur.

"I would like to cancel our train tickets, but will we get our tickets booked in ny flight that soon? " he said in a doubtful voice.
Conversation took place between him and my brother for a time being and then, they left the unanswered question as it is and we all got ready to visit Kingdom of dreams. The most amazingly beautiful place, I’ve ever visited. Enjoyed a lot again and came back home. Next day anyhow we managed to get out tickets booked with double charges for sudden booking. Within two hours, we were away from Delhi and landed @ Raipur. I wonder why these flights are that fast…I wished to be in Delhi for few hours more…

Again the same feeling struck my mind…Only few hours more with him, and again he’ll be away from my sight. By god, I hate that feeling. And wish god, dobara kabhi aise feel karne ka mauka mat de.
Again we were at home. I was picking out my things from our baggage. As he was to move alone to Rourkela. The few hours I spent with him, were like…I was spending few days with one whom I love so so so so so much and the same, to whom I am married few months ago. It is true I feel, when you are in love, the world seems like a great place to live in. Be it Jammu, Delhi or TRAIN…:D
This is why I called my trip as a trip to HEAVEN...

The day came, I had to bid him adieu. It was the day, when I was asked not to cry but my eyes were full of tears…

"One kind kiss before we part,
Drop a tear and bid send-off;
Though we separate, my fond heart
Till we meet shall wheeze for you."

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