Wish granted! Part - 1

They sat in the little wooden house he made when he was 10. It was their regular hiding. They would talk, make plans of the far future. Sometimes they would kiss. All of their special moments were spent in that little wooden house. Too little it was, you know. High only up to his waist. But there was enough room for those two lovers. They practically overlapped, you know. But of course, they didn't mind.
And yes, you could very well bolt the door once you were inside. There were windows, too, which also could be shut tight from the inside. Right now, he felt so lucky to be the son of the "Timber king". And for his inclinations towards the art of carpentry. And for the fact that he had been bright enough to foresee that putting latches and bolts on either side of the door and windows could be of use some day.
And that funnily he'd had no time to make compartments within because vacations were over by the time he completed that much. And finally, that he'd never found time after that summer to engage into his favorite pastime.
She came closer to him and hugged him tighter, bringing him back to the present. He breathed in the scent of her hair, and sighed. He could never get enough of her. She was everything he'd ever wished for. And more. He was so lucky to have her.
"Sahir..", she said and glanced upwards at him.
"Hmm.. "he replied. Not wanting to break the spell of silence that hovered till then. He loved it, the silence. Sitting quietly and breathing her in. Listening to her breath. He savored each moment of it.
"Whenever your DNA hits mine, I want the kid to have your eyes. You have such nice deep brown eyes. They're beautiful. Mine are like those of a rat." she made a face.
He smiled. When would she stop finding faults with her looks! Why can't she see how perfect she is!
"They're beautiful, baby." But he never stopped trying to make her realize.
"Yeah, whatever. You never seem to find anything wrong with me. I want the baby to have whatever is the best of us."
He had to laugh at that!
"What?" she demanded.
Shit, he thought. She looks serious.
"You really think we have a say in that?" he said, trying hard to suppress the amusement in his voice, but failing to do so.
She giggled. How he loved to watch her do that. What would he not give up to have her that happy all the time!
"I know. But let's make a wish. Whenever that happens, we want the kid to have your eyes."
"Oh Kay. And your hair. Jet black, straight, lustrous, and sleek. Because let's face it. Brown eyes, good. Brown and frizzy hair, alarming situation."
"Oh Kay. Your nose. Sharp, pointy."
"Your skin. I have acne and whatnot."
"Your sense of humour and wits."
"Your organizational skills."
"Your creativity."
"Your innocence."
"Your handwriting."
"Your jaw structure."
"My jaw structure wouldn't be welcome if it's a boy! Something square and rugged like yours would be better."
"No point now. The damage has been done.We already made the wish!"
"Yeah. Whatever becomes of the boy now!"
Suddenly they heard somebody calling him..."Sahir", "Sahir"....
"It's Mom. You stay here. I'll get you back once she's back downstairs. You can use the terrace back gate to slip out later." She nodded in agreement.

Several years have passed since that beautiful day happened. Today he's sitting by her deathbed, holding her hand. They never got married. The higher-class status of his family and the middle-class status of hers, never allowed them to unite. And she gave in to her Dad's decision brimming with the self-respect that removed the tag of "a mercenary opportunist" she was trudging along with. He never left her all alone. He was always there for her. When her husband, Colonel Chhabra died at the China border, she had his shoulder to cry on. When things got tough on her, and she couldn't provide the basics of life to her daughter and to herself, he came around. When the going got tough, he was always there. With the same conviction, with the same sincerity, and with the same love he had in his heart and his eyes the day they made the wish that was not granted. He never forgot about that wish, for some reason. He had dreamt of it too much to be able to forget.
She's dying today, of leukemia. The only thing she's worried about, is her daughter.
He senses that she needs to go, that she wants to. She deserves to get rid of the pain. And that the only thing holding her back is what would become of her 15-year old daughter who stood weeping by the bedpost.
"Ishani, go. You have to leave now. I will take care of her. I will love Ira as if she were my own." He said it, before he could change his mind and decide not to let her leave.
"You don't have to, Sahir. You've already done so much for us."
"Believe me. I want to." He could manage only that.
"Are you sure?" she needed reassurance.
"Yes. Very much." He sighed.
She turned to look at her daughter, smiled and then squeezed his hand weakly.
Sahir nodded at Ira. She came forward and bent down to kiss her Mom good-bye.
And then she left. She left them all. She left Ira. She left him.

Part 2 :
http://www.writerbabu.com/post/wish-granted!-part-2/16059/