Hey friends. This is my first SS. I really hope that you like it.And this is told from a Gujju POV (cause i am gujju and that is much easier for me)
The lights were streaming of extravagant colors and lighting the rooms of the house in the most profound way. I wrapped the odhni around my waist hoping to reach downstairs before the celebration began, it was finally Navratri. Pari had made me late with her problem of choosing the right gagra choli because it mattered so deeply if she matched with the scenery or not. I was person who cared less, and standing apart meant standing on the top of the world.
Pressing my chandloo on my forehead tighter I scurried across my bedroom to reach for the door. Adrenaline pumped through my veins as the festivities created happiness in me and the thought of finally seeing him was intoxicating my very presence.
"Geet beta, jaldi neeche aye!" my mother yelled at me from the bottom of the stairs. We were hosting the celebration at our house which automatically entitled for us to treat the guests and make sure no problems ever occurred.
"Ji Ma, main aye."
I took of my sandals and left them at the entrance of the stairs as they held no more value for me, wearing them would only administer more pain. And I being me have already set a time for a hot bath for my aching feet as the blisters and sores that I would eventually receive.
Leaving my room I glanced back at his picture that was on the side table. Closing my mind and imagining him next to me once again created a smile on my face. These six long months have soon come to an end, but my heart was still creating a storm because it had no idea when he was going to come. When he would come and my heart would be allowed to fulfill its desire of staring at him, loving him, caring about him, just being with him.
"Geet, come on. We are going to be late." Pari finally decided to grace her with her beautiful face, "Oh, and I think I saw Jijaji downstairs. He was eating some Khichdi."
"What?!?" my heart decided to mock my happiness and pound against my chest creating a frenzy that anyone could notice from miles away, "He's already here, and he didn't come and see me. Pari, why didn't you tell me before?"
I ran down the stairs not sparing myself a moment to relax as the thoughts of seeing him broke havoc into my mind. Seeing him once again left me in perplexity. Not knowing where to start from, what to do talk about first? As I reached the base of the stairs soon realization soon came as I halted immediately. I turned to look up at my notorious little sister.
"Pari," I screeched in a spine chilling voice, "He doesn't even like Khichdi, why would he be eating IT!?!"
"Sorry Geet didi, it was a truth or dare. Don't yell at me." She quickly turned around and ran across the hallway to the second flight of stairs to probably duck in cover from me. And I didn't blame her, if I found her, than I would not spare her.
Relaxing my self from my inner turmoil I walked to the backyard, ignoring the turmoil that still existed. Not helping myself I still glanced at the food line where the khichdi was serve and saw a figure standing there. He was masked by the darkness that was on that side due to all the lights being focused in the center. And people continued to pass the spot preventing me from stealing a glance.
Silently walking towards him my breaths began to go shallow. The mere thought that this was him induced me take a step closer every single time.
I finally reached my destination. I noticed him wearing a tan jabhoo and his face turned away from me. I tapped on his shoulder hoping for a face that I have waited for six whole months. Wanting to see him was my simple wish.
He slowly turned around as he was shocked by the initial contact. He turned fully and my heart skipped an entire beat because of the figure that stood before me'I closed my eyes immediately'.
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This is a small series that will be updated in little parts because i kind of designed it that way.
And currently at a writers block with Love Strikes and this idea has been in my mind since a long time so i decided to finally pen it down.
And pardon my Gujarati...it is more easy for me but if you guys dont understand the terminology i can add a translation, but i think most people will get. But in the next update more Gujju lines will pop up, so inform me now.
Really hoped you liked and if you did please pretty please leave a comment or press the like button or both..
Trust me you dont now how happy i am when i see comments. And next update is Tomorrow.
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