Arakshi 1-S: 'Scene# something, Take one!'

Like some flowers

That doesn't know about the moon

She is a flower

That the moon doesn't know about.

~K-..

Scene # Something, Take one!

For a change it starts like this-

He turned toward her and said, "I think I love you."

He smiled affably at her.

She raised an eyebrow as she could not get his verse.

She saw that he was waiting for her reply. That induced her rage further.

"You think?" she asked sarcastically.

"That's right," he asserted and added, "It's not that you should think about it and say some other day. You can even say it today and if possible now itself."

She heard enough. She tried to control the red rising in her cheeks and said, "It seems I don't have a choice then."

"In a way, you are right. If you'd like to say, No', you can say it right now and I won't disturb you any further. You can count on me."

He was talking- no blabbering continuously; she realized and decided to stop him.

"Who are you?"

"Me?" he was astonished then.

She nodded.

"Wrong question," he declared as she was looking at him confused, and then she asked,

"The famous?..."

"No, no. Not that. Even Juliet didn't ask that question at the first meeting."

She smiled at last.

"I see. She might know you before that first meeting. I - don't- know- you! I thought you weren't mad, but-"

"But not before seeing you, miss," he admitted, and, "By the way how could she know me before she met Romeo?"

"Ro?-"

She was blinking now.

"That's right and you know she kissed him, even before she knew his name."

His smile stated that he was enjoying the moment.

Then the word swapping started.

"That's why they died even before started living in this world."

"But not before they started loving each other dearly than the world itself. You can't say just breathing is living."

"Correct, but killing ourselves is not love."

"Of course, why should we to die, we can talk about life."

He suggested.

"Why should we two to talk about it?"

Her voice rose.

"Right, why should we? Come on, we will start living. Why don't we start with a kiss like that pair?"

A smile crept and curved his lips as his eyes beamed with twinkles.

"After all, a kiss won't kill," he winked.

"But I'll!"

She glared.

.~>

Next scene:

Near the library-

"I've decided to tell you my name,"

He came there suddenly.

"I've decided to call the police,"

She turned her face away.

She thought he would go away, but no, he-was-not, "Better you'd hear my name now at least. When the police ask who the culprit is, you don't have to say, 'I don't know'."

She turned vigorously toward him to say the next dialogue, but when she saw that he was biting his nails, she lost her control at once and forgot where they were standing, suddenly.

She shouted, "Arjun!!"

The audience laughed out aloud at them and it was threatening to shift the stage from its base.

****

It was a drama, written in Shakespearian way-jovial, but at the same time with serious punches- and it showed loved never change in any age. It explained how the pair fell in love later.

****

Later she came to know that Arjun had a bet with his friends that he would make her tell his name at that scene, without disturbing the story's core.

"I called the peon, who could inform the principal," she managed to tell to compromise the audience, once the laughter died down after a full minute.

"Then let me call a devil, who would give me bail and whose name is-"

"Sakshi!"

"Coming," she came out of her reverie and her room.

.~>

They parted at the farewell, the next year.

Years rolled fast. Places changed quite.

She had nearly forgotten him, but not the drama they staged and not the scene he staged in it.

She smiled at the thought.

'What'd he do now?', she shrugged.

.~>

She was coming out of the market and saw a car as men were loading its back with vegetable bags, busily.

She crossed the car as a man came suddenly toward her.

"Oh!"

She put a hand before her as a barrier and heard a voice- a familiar one.

"Hey!"

She looked up and exclaimed, "Arjun!"

"Devil!"

They clutched their hands and laughed.

He leaned on the car, as she asked, "Your car?"

"Why?"- he was smiling.

"How is the vegetable business? When did you come here?"

"Just now and the vegetable bags are for the orphanage nearby."

"Have you left the nail biting or still-"

She teased him.

"After started biting ladies finger, I literally left nail biting," he showed the fresh ladies fingers in her bag and they laughed again.

.~>

One day came. He came and said, "I think I love you."

'What did he say now?'

She turned from her waiting colleague and looked at him.

He smiled, "I know you didn't expect this, but do you remember this line, the drama we staged that day?"

His smile broadened at the thought as hinting her the past.

"Perhaps,"

"You know my name now at least and thank god it's not our first meet."

He said amusingly.

Her eyes shrank.

"You want a kiss?"

She came to business at once.

She looked at his eyes.

She searched for any clue of play in them.

But-No they were sincere.

'God, she still remembers everything!', He grinned, "If you don't mind," he took a step forward.

'How dare he!'

She backed away as throwing a look at her colleagues cum now the audience of the show, as though she had remembered them just then.

"Arjun!!" she muttered in a lower voice.

"Are they bothering you baby?"- he whispered.

She put a hand before her as though to say, 'Don't cross the barrier!'

"Do you remember, that day you said love and tears'd come simultaneously.

"And you said, Your fingers would see to the tears, no matter which induced them."

She was smiling at him now.

"Are you feeling crying now?"

He inquired.

"Absolutely not, as far as your cute fingers are ready to tend my tears."

They both were beaming now.

"Then let's get out of here and sort this out or celebrate this at least."

He clutched her hand and started running away as the audience watching them with a big smile of appreciation.

-The end-

Thanks,

~K-..

Love is simple but powerful. sometimes like what u saw now..