Hey everyone! I am back!!!!!! hopefully, this time i will be able to continue more frequently.....thank you all for your patience and keep those comments coming in guys, those comments fuel my writing...
PS: i don't think i will make a good romantic writer...
It was dark in the hallway when Kripa emerged from her bedroom after her afternoon nap. It was still dark when she came to the staircase. 'Seems like someone forgot to switch on the lights,' Kripa thought as she went down the stairs and into the dark living room. She moved in the direction of the wall with the light switch, and was about to flick on the light, when something pushed her. Even before Kripa had a chance to scream, she had been pinned to the wall, and had her mouth covered with a hand. A second later, a flame from a silver lighter clicked open and inches away from her eyes was another pair of eyes.
She recognized those eyes immediately, just as she had recognized them the first time she had seen them. Those eyes never lost their intensity, however they did not have that same strict and 'mess-me-with-me-not' look. Right now, those eyes seemed earnest, as if trying to tell her something. As she kept on peering into those eyes with a flame flickering between their faces, she didn't hear the sound of her rapidly beating heart or the hand that covered her mouth loosen its grip. Eyes are the windows to one's soul, she remembered hearing that somewhere, and now unknowingly and boldly, her eyes were climbing through those windows in his face to look what was beyond.
He hadn't meant to alarm her. He had only meant to stop her from switching on the lights and then quickly inform her why they shouldn't switch on the lights just yet. But now, he found himself looking into those soft brown eyes. Soft eyes, for the first time he realized what writers meant when they said that so and so had soft eyes. He had always made fun of novelists using such expressions saying that eyes weren't like pieces of cloth that one could tell was soft or not ; either the novelists didn't know what they talking about or they were maniacs who played around with eyeballs. Wait a second, were her eyes really brown or was that just the reflection off the flame? and was it his heart that was beating so loudly or hers?. They are the most beautiful eyes was the last thought that he had before the footsteps on the stairs snapped him back to reality.
He quickly grabbed her and brought her into the center of the room from where a moment later there seemed to be an explosion of light and streamers, as he screamed 'Happy Birthday Dadi!' to a surprised Devyani Khanna at the foot of the stairs.
Dadi: 'What's this? You remembered? Kripa, you were in on this too?'
Kripa moved forward towards to Dadi, when she realized that her hand was still grasped in Angad's. Angad let her hand go and in order to cover up the slight embarrassment he felt, he walked over to Devyani Khanna and acted like the spoilt brat that he was. 'Of course I remembered that it was your birthday and of course Kripa didn't know about this, after all are you my dadi or hers?'. 'Angad,' Devyani slightly scolded him before turning to Kripa and requesting her to gather round her as she cut her birthday cake.
The birthday party that followed involved Angad dancing with his Dadi and then pestering her to open his present. When Dadi finally opened his present, it had a small statue of a French cook with the words engraved at the feet of the statue 'To the world's best Dadi'.
Dadi : ' I understand the inscription, but why the statue of a cook?'
Angad : ' To remind you that you haven't made my chocolate cake in a veryyyyyyyyyyyy longggggggggggg time now.'
Dadi: ' And what if I don't make it for another longgggggggggggggggggg time?'
Angad ( mournfully shaking his head) : 'Then, I will have to use tougher measures. On your next birthday, I will light the actual number of candles instead of just one.'
Kripa laughed as Angad ran up the stairs as Dadi mockingly came after to hit him. Dadi then turned to Kripa and said with a smile, ' Thora sa pagal hai, par pyara hai.' (Translation: he's a little crazy but lovable). Later that night when Kripa went to close her bedroom window, she saw Angad going to the out house. For an instant, their very close encounter that evening came back to her and she realized that she didn't feel scared or alarmed around him. She remembered his earnest eyes and his joking and she had to agree with Devyani Khanna, 'Thora sa pagal hai, par pyara hai.'
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