“I carry your heart…I carry it in my heart”
Thought the teary-eyed, recuperating patient, lying on his bed, in the intensive care unit.
In a split second, he was back in time and to the very place where it had all started.
They were childhood friends, who grew up with same tastes and who then developed intense feelings for each other. The boys knew, they couldn’t let the world sneak in on their secret. It wouldn’t understand with its draconian divisions of people.
So they masqueraded their affection as ‘close-friendship’ lest the hyper vigilante society separated them, punishing them.
They then decided that the first world with its more liberal outlook might be safe for them to disappear, to breathe free, to be alive.
The families definitely had no clue about this. Otherwise, all hell would be let loose.
They even acquired the requisite permits till a killer truck played the spoilsport, while they were returning from a night-show.
“It is a perfect match. Both are of same age, build and height. Ravi has a chance to live if Sarath’s heart is used for implanting.” The good doctor had advised.
“Beta, I see my lost son in you.” cried Sarath’s mother, clutching Ravi.
“I carry your heart…I carry it in my heart!
And in death, we are finally together, away from this rigid society’s judgements and rancor. Rest in peace, my love, my unforgettable friend. For now, I will protect you with my life” Thought Ravi, clutching his beloved heart.