the son's boyfriend

a part of her wanted to hold him and cry , another part wanted to hit him , yet she resorted to silence. pummy had gone , and he was the only one standing next to her , day and night , tending to her son's needs , tirelessly. they had both worked it out clearly. exchange of words wasnt a necessity , and in a lot of ways was a better option.

yet everytime they both were present in the same room , it stifled them , because both were ridden with guilt and both loved the same person , although differently. in a very inexplicable manner it felt like they were competing , like they were adversories , fighting out for his love.yet they were together , bonded by the awkwardness of this strange time. but then who said love isnt strange.

a week had passed after vikas's shattered spleen was removed , his skull drilled to evacuate the life threatening hematoma , and his vitals restored with machines. he had survived. and the ventillator had been removed too. he was breathing spontaneously. for a brief moment vikram and bobby had hugged. vikram had run out in the hospital lawns , crying his tears of happiness , even though the ordeal was far from over. 

one afternoon when she entered the room , she saw vikram dozing off on the couch , he looked serene. even amidst her situation pummy couldnt help but notice , as to how handsome his face was , with a child like innocence. it was cold afternoon , she wanted to cover him up with a blanket. and so  she did and sat quietly on the chair. but in another split moment , she rose up and removed the blanket. she felt a sudden relief in doing so. she obtained a certain vile satisfaction in waking him up , the kind a notorious child derives at wrecking something baeutiful created by someone else.

she couldnt be nice to someone who was responsible for her son's condition , some one perverted who had done all sorts of wrong things to him , she couldnt bring herself to see kindness in that human being.

everything was bizzare. vikas was still unconscious. every thing that involved vikram seemed tedious. a simple sponge bath for vikas , in his presence , to her seemed violation of her son's body , yet when it came to clear his soiled clothes , change his inners and for that matter clean his genitals , no one did it with as much care or daftness as vikram did. she didnt know if to stop him or let him do that. she was against it , she was trying hard to put up a blind eye to what was so clearly evident , that vikam loved vikas , yet nothing would let her accept it. the more shedenied , the more aggressively she fought , the worse was her behaviour , sullen face , caustic remarks , things she didnt want to say , but her bitterness wouldnt contain them and they would come out.

but vikram took it all silently. he didnt retort . he didnt answer back. he kept quiet most of the times. at times she would find him staring at vikas , ceaselessly , holding his hand , crying , and the she would intervene , deprive him of that crying too. yet vikram wouldnt hit back , he would silently leave. 

he just had one thought , and that thought was vikas.