2170 AD Martian Main Land
“Where are we going?”, she asks with eagerness.
“Don’t you trust me, Amma?”, he says with a streak of pain in his voice.
“Kanna”, she replies with dejection.
“Follow me. We will be late”, he commands.
Holding her wrinkled hand firmly, he leads her to the Dock for Human Teleportation. Post bio-metric checks, other customary scans and validations, they nestle in the teleportation capsule.
“Are we visiting Earth?”, she asks gleefully. He nodds.
As they take the seat, she tightens her grip on his hands. He strokes her hand gently and gives an assuring smile.
Within a few minutes, they reach the Dock for Human Teleportation, Mumbai. On arrival the humanoids start checking their vital stats and body scan reports. While it is her turn, some observations from the body scan makes the humanoid turn to him.
“Mister, she…”, the humanoid is about to speak when he interrupts.
“Please go through the medical reports and certificates attached with her UID. If not found, kindly check if your servers are synced with that of ours on Martian Main Land”, he states.
The humanoid turnes to the system and upon searching for few moments, he nods in confirmation. Without wasting much time, he issues them digital visas. The visas entitle them to roam around the Earth for six hours.
Coming out of the Dock, they take a tube to Marine Drive from where the sea front is a minute’s walk. Fresh gentle breeze greets them. The salty smell wafts with it. He witnesses the dance of emotions on her face as she goes from state of eagerness to the complete delight! The Sun is about to set.
“Oh, I so longed to witness the sunset. It’s as if two beloveds, the Sun and the sea are meeting at the horizon after a long wait. As if one is saying to another, ‘I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times, in life after life, in age after age forever’. Never thought my wish will come true!”
“Lines by Rabindranath?”, he checked with her. She, however is lost in soaking up the sight. Soon the Sun goes down and leaves the horizon with the last painting of the day.
Few minutes pass by in stoic silence. The lashing sound of the waves gives them company. Taking a long breath, she fills her lungs with the fresh air.
“Lets go Kanna. My time is going to be over soon”, she says calmly.
“Was the last sentence really needed ?” he questions with agitation.
She laughs and to make the air lighter she points, “Haven’t we got the visa for only 6 hours?”
Wearing a broad smile, he catches hold of her hand and they are seen returning. She is content to have witnessed the setting Sun after a long while and much before breathing last. He is happy that he could read the wish of his dying mother and fulfill it too.
Though Martian by citizenship, he was born to the first generation of migrants from Earth to Mars! Emotional bond has not dried up on the barren Martian land of man made wonders for him yet…