Saaya Page #5

ln the city, once again...

lll make a small house

for myself

The way you had

done up the house...

l will do up

this one too

With new colours,

l shall colour...

the walls

A few new dreams

l will plant

The poison of your sorrow...

l am forced to drink

Even after having lost you...

l am forced to live

The wound time

has inflicted on me...

lve had to bear

Now do you believe

what l say, Tanya?

lts the same sign

Biren and Nakul...

kept making at the hospital

every now and then

lts the same picture your best friend

Maya sent to me through you

Meaning?

lts obvious

Mayas calling me over. To the same

sign in that village she went to

But Akash, Mayas...

You wont understand me,

will you?

Because you still stand on this

side of the bridge of faith

Where l stood, some time ago

But l have crossed the bridge

l know, Mayas calling me there

lm going to her

l dont know why, Tanya...

but l feel as if lm going to

bring your friend back from there

Over there, sir. Thats the village

in your photograph

That sign in the photo, sir...

thats a sign youll find in

front of every hut

Five kilometers from here

is the Chameli bridge, sir

A van of the Red Cross

fell off the cliff from there

A few of the bodies were washed

into the village by the currents...

but some of them have

still not been found

lve got to go there

No, sir. We cant go there

There are only tribals there.

lts very dangerous

Take me there, Moses.

No, sir. l cant take you there

But lll ask a

tribal friend of mine...

Please take me there. Now!

Theyll ask for some money, sir.

Thats all right. Cmon

Will l get money?

Of course

l asked them. They say they cant

take you into the village...

its on the border of Burma, sir.

lts very dangerous

But if we pay them some money,

theres a graveyard...

where theyve buried many

victims of the bus accident...

maybe your wifes body is also

buried there, sir? Shall we go, sir?

My heart still

beats for you

l still hear

your melodious call

My bodys still on fire...

with your breath

lt still evokes

excitement...

in my soul

My heart is now...

laden with your memories...

even separated from me...

you seem so much a part of me

The last bus is going to leave.

Well have to get moving

Sir!

Do these folks know where

which body hasnt gone?

l dont think so, sir

We must leave.

The bus will leave, sir

Have you seen her somewhere?

They know your wife

He says hell take us

into the village

The other says, they wont

take us into the village

Moses, isnt this

the waterfall where...?

Yes, its the waterfall where

the bus met with an accident

Sir! Where are you going?

lts dangerous!

Dont go any further...

Now look, sir...

listen to me!

Maya isnt wholly separated

from you yet

Shes calling you

There was so much of light there,

so much of water

Youre out of your mind!

Youre mad! Youre saved!

Do you know...? You were

saved by Gods grace!

Lets get out of here, get up!

You know, youve reached

the border of Burma!

The Border Security guys

will gun you down and me

lf we get caught, well have to

do a term in prison!

Lets go now, please!

Shes not dead

Shes in that village

Where are you going now...?

Dont go there, please!

Dont go there!

Theyll kill you!

My wife

She says, your wife was here

in the village to help

The flood waters brought her

back to the village

She says, they couldnt

save your wife

She says, they laid

your wifes soul to rest

She says, its your God...

its Lord Ganesha

who saved your baby

Mayas here!

See, Tanya?

lve brought Maya back

Mayas death

taught me something...

she couldnt ever teach me

while she was alive

She taught me to have faith

Faith in love...

faith in ones intentions

Or else, how could

it have been possible...

that our premature baby

who was just six-months old...

survived in those jungles,

without any medical attention?

l was convinced

that love has the power...

to bring back even the dead

The body dies

but not the man

lts only that

he transforms into a memory

He is brought alive

every moment...

in every mention of his...

in every word of his

Though we try

we cant ever forget the dead

That is why theres never a worry

of forgetting the dead

O life of mine,

you are always with me

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