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Note - This is not the first time I have attempted to write, but it is my debut fray into GF with a story. So far, due to biased and loving friends I have been made to believe that I am decent enough. And it is due to the love of one of those friends that I have landed up here.
Just a Dream or Two behind You
Chapter One
Andit was Raining that day.
Rains. There is something frighteningly beautiful about rains. While they threaten to leave you thoroughly drenched; yet they tempt you to welcome the force they bring along. Even if they possess the potency to wash away every vestige of your conscious, each droplet holds a promise to leave behind nothing but purity of thought.
And often I find myself drawn to the bargain they avow. An environment so blessed, that my words find a life of their own.
Sitting by the window, penning these thoughts in her ever-faithful journal, she glanced out to once again watch the heavy downpour. She loved writing per se. She loved writing even more when it rained. She knew the admittance of this fact came at the cost of sounding dramatic, but she was self-assured that such a scenario would never arise. She did not see herself in a situation where someone would be that keen. Wherein any person would hold an interest to know the stuff her dreams are made up off. And that left her to enjoy her writing, and eventually writing when it rained, in solitude.
They shared a sense of camaraderie, she and the rain. And she was grateful for sharing this privilege in isolation. Thus Geet sat, any hour that it rained, in the little haven of cushions, placed on a settee by the window of her room. Her refuge, her shelter, her dream.
But as forces of nature cannot be controlled, matters of heart cannot be anticipated.
Across the narrow street from her window, under the deserted bus-stop, he sat shrouded in the cover of darkness, watching on fascinated by the sight he beheld. It was an amazing sight, maybe not unique in its setting, but unique in the aura it emanated. Never before he had seen such abandonment, sitting by the window without any regard to the tempest that raged around. Never before he has seen such faith, that the downpour will bring forth nothing but a sense of calm.
She was scribbling away fastidiously, with complete dedication to her thoughts. Her head bent, her profile in the line of his gaze, moonlit, statuesque and alluring. Occasionally the raindrops would find their way in her tresses, flowing down as rivulets, soothing away her struggle with letters if ever she faltered. His eyes traced an ascendant path on her being with an unexplained excitement. Fingers that attempted to tame the flicks that went wild with the flirtatious breeze. Lips pursed in concentration or absent-mindedly chewing away the pencil head. The brows that were furrowed in deep perusal.
And he wondered what it would be look into her eyes, what depth of emotion he may encounter, how far will he be snatched from the shores of sanity.
"Maan Sir", a voice startled him out of his thoughts. "The car is here, Sir".
"Hmm". He reluctantly tore his gaze away, as he headed back into his rich, extravagant and blas existence.
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Index
Chapter One - Page One (above)
And it was Raining that day.
Chapter Two - Page Five
A door left shut. A ray that crept in.
Chapter Three - Page Ten
Chapter Four - Page Seventeen
Chapter Five - Page Twenty Four
Chapter Six - Page Thirty Two
When opportunity knocks you out!
Chapter Seven - Page Forty One
Everything that a Word can contain.
Chapter Eight - Page Fifty
The End that gives way to a new Beginning.
Epilogue - Page Sixty Three
At the other end of the Rainbow
Bade Achche Lagte Hain Naya Season
Cricket
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