The curtains fell apart...
A heartrending tune played somewhere...
Standing at a corner...with a plate full of rose petals... I cud see her approaching...veiled in a peacock blue dupatta...escorted by near and dear ones... I wish I cud see her eyes...d glitter of a bride... I wish I cud have a glance... I had to throw petals when she passed before me... A soft heartrending tune played somewhere...
She passed...and I threw...
Suddenly...just suddenly...a breeze blew...and her dupatta fell back...and..an unveiled she...looked back at me...
I expected a glitter...
But...
I cud rather see an emptiness...
As if...she said...'' hum maharani banne chale... Ab hum chahkar bhi...kewal aur kewal...ek saadharan samanth ki putri...nhi bann payenge...''
I...had lost all thoughts...
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Earlier...
She looked at me... I stood before her bed...decorated with flowers...as she was...dressed in a sea green lehenga...peacock blue dupatta...intense silver jewellery...
She had something in her eyes...as if she had loads to utter...and she did begin...after a pause...
'' Ye kaksh...aur nhi rahega humara...ye khirki...jisse har subah suryadew apne pawitra kirnon se nehlaate the hume...aur nhi rahegi humari...''... I stood...in utter silence...as if lost of words... '' hum jb nhi honge...aap khilayengi unn kabootaron ko? Har roz aate hain we...samjhenge bhi to nhi ki hum aur...''...she...looked away...
The love birds sat silently on d window sill...as if protesting...'hum samajhte to sb kucch hain...par bolte kucch nhi...aap hi ki tarah...''
'' humari lakshmi...''...she stood before d window...'' unka bhi dhyaan rakhiyega... Bohut nadaan hai...humare haathon k alawa to kisike haathon se...''...she paused...to control...
'' hum bohut prasann hain...bohut...hum jitni prasannata to bohut ladkiyon ko pure jeewan me nhi milti...parantu...phir bhi...kaheen...kucch...''...she sat before d mirror...but...it seems...she had lost d power of looking at her image...she cud not judge her state of mind...
'' Apko pataa hai...?...''...she was shuffling d things scattered before d mirror...'' wo din...jb hazaar baadhayon k upraant humara vivah tay hua tha kunwar pratap k saath...''...she was smiling...her priceless smile...'' humari prasannata ka thikana nhi tha...khoob khoob prasann the hum...humari maa bhi kitni prasann thi...aaj wo din aa gaya...jb hum pratap singh k bindni banne jaa rahe hain... Aapne dekha humari maa ki prasannata ko...? Humari ma...''... Yeah...the smile was fading... I wish i cud utter a word to freeze that smile...but...
She finally looked at her image...and thru d mirror, at me... '' humari maa...kaise...reh...payengi...humare bina...? Hume to mil jayengi ek aur ma... Unhe kahaan milegi...ek aur beti????''
Precisely...my mind added...where will her mother find...a doosri... AJAB??????
THATS just a glimpse of what i felt suddenly one morning...will hopefully continue if u like...