Winter Snow-- One shot

Kawaii ji geet ji

"How did you know that he was the one? That he was your Mr.Right?"

"I was twenty nine when I met him. A sensitive age, I tell you. Most of your friends are married and the ones who aren't are already in process of getting and also there are boyfriends too. One can be tricked into feeling bad about oneself.I didnt have a boyfriend also. I am an old school when it come to things like having boyfriends. You could say I had high expectations."

"Every one has high expectations. Mr.Darcy was your ideal. The perfect Darcy, I wonder if anybody could compete with him. Di didn't you ever think you were being unrealistic?"

"Yes, everyone has high expectations and I guess I wasn't any different. Unrealistic, Nopes. Never. A girl has to dream. Pure ho na ho sapne toh bade dekhne chahiye! And never saw Darcy as the perfect man. A man with flaws, I loved the way he loved. His love was fierce yet tender."

"So you were saying you were twenty nine when you met him...Pardon me but I am curious to know your story."

" I was at an age where it was easy to stop hoping. I felt very alone. The night's seemed endless. I was restless and felt incomplete. My faith was fading. I had almost become a cynic. And then I met him."

"And you knew it was him. In the first mulakaat itself? Love at first sight?"

"He is a very handsome man. And his smile is very beautiful. And I was very depressed that day. It could have been love at first sight. But I think it wasn't. I am a coward when it comes to these matters."

" Coward?"

"Yeah. For years I had waited for the right man. It didn't mean I wasn't approached by men. But I always guarded my heart well. I didn't really believe love will find me. I had this very beautiful image in my head of the right man coming and sweeping me off my feet. You could say I like the fantasy part. And distanced myself from the realities."

"When he came, I was alone and losing my patience. Mostly I was depressed how my life hasn't turned the fairytale I was hoping it to be. And he found me when I was low. With smiles, he would meet me causing flutters in my heart. I began to be afraid of him. Afraid that perhaps I might convince myself that I am falling in love with him when I was not. I was vulnerable,you see."

"So you weren't falling in love with him?"

"Yes. No. I don't know. Like my old habit was I guarded my heart fiercely. I remained in denial mode for days."

"I don't know anything after your first meet. What happened after that?"

"He had asked for my number. I hadn't given him. Old school in these matters, have already told you. We met at a rock concert next. I had accompanied my friend after she got stood up by her boyfriend.Western music not my thing, bored I had looked around and had found him already looking at me. He had waved. I had waved back. He was with his friends.
Had found him again at the same restuarant. He had said his office was near. We had talked about the current book I was reading, Aravind's White tiger, talked about bit coins, India's financial conditions after the notebandi, of Hindutva and it's role in India's vikas, about movies, of animated disney tale versions being better than real ones. I hadn't realized I could talk so much with a stranger. That day we had exchanged numbers."

"Wow. Good conversations that are such a turn on! So who called first? You or him?"

"He texted."

"What did he say in the text?"

"That he found Sandra Bullock really hot."

"And what did you reply?"

"I said I don't. I used to but now I don't.Why he had asked. Was it because he found her hot? I had replied, because according to the rumours she is dating Brad Pitt. And I don't like Brad Pitt because Angelina Jolie and he, they got separated and broke my heart."

"And what was his reply?"

"He said lucky man! Pehle Jolie and now Sandra."

"Hahahahahah. So you fell in love?"

"We started texting each other. Then began late night conversations. I never realized and slowly he became a part of my routine."

"What did you people talk about?"

"About anything and everything. About our jobs, about life in general, arguing about which restuarant offers better chicken.About Khan's choices of films."

"Pyaar hua ki nahi hua? Mujhe toh ho jata ab tak"

"Ho toh sabko jata hai. Realisation hone mein der lagti hai. He was a special friend I knew that. He accepted me as I was. I was not very keen on sharing my writings with real people. My friends they already thought I was hopelessly romantic. What would they say once they knew I wrote such romantic stuffs. But he was the first one with whom I shared it willingly. I knew I was taking a risk but I wanted him to read it. His opinion had somehow become necessary. Very necessary."

"He knew you write? Oh yeah the first meeting! So what did he say?"

" He said it's nice. Very good actually. That if I continue, I will get better. A little melodramatic yes. One thing...the sex scene that you have written, love making that is...it's unrealistic. I mean the first time isn't that great you know. Especially when inexperienced people are involved. And you writers should stop portraying your male protagonists as some sex Gods. Pressure badhta hai yaar humlog pe."

" Oh my God! What did you say then?"

" I laughed. And I said the next time I am writing such scenes, I would send the piece to him for proof reading. And he said he would rather demonstrate it to me in person."

"He was flirting? Did you flirt back?"

"Sometimes maybe. I will tell you a secret. I liked when he flirted. Could feel the butterflies. Butterflies are such small creatures. It felt like elephants were dancing inside my stomach."

" You finally realized. Aakhirkaar..."

" No. I didn't. "

" Kya ? You are such a slow brain!"

"In fact I was meeting a guy, don't show me those eyes now. In my defense, my mother wouldn't listen no for an answer. Almost tees saal ki beti ghar par baithi hai..., she would say."

"He knew you were meeting prospective grooms? He must be so heart broken!"

"He found me in the restuarant where I was meeting the guy. He was there for a business lunch."

" Was he heart broken? Did he get jealous? Tell me he proposed you there and then."

" Nothing like that. He was with his colleagues. Saw me, flashed me one of those heart stopping smiles and then got busy. I received a text then asking what I was doing there. I told him about the guy. He wished me luck."

" Whaat? But...aise kaise? He wasnt jealous? He didn't like you or what? Why was he flirting then? And please don't tell me he wasn't. That is why I don't like men. They are so confusing!"

" Shant baalike shant! Aage toh suno. I wouldn't be lying when I said I was disappointed too. I liked him and it hurt to know that he didn't see me that way. He didn't call me that night. Sleepless, I was tossing and turning in my bed, when my mobile binged with a message. It was 3 in the morning."

"It was from him?"

" Hi, he had sent. I am sleeping, I had replied back. Good, you sleep while I talk to you, this way you won't interrupt me in whatever I am going to say, he had said."

"I like him. So did he propose?"

" I will quote you his exact words."

" Remember once you told me you don't like jealous men. That you hate, you are mine concept. You love your freedom and can't be with possessive men. And I had agreed with your thinking. I was wrong. Today, I might have been jealous. A little bit. May be more than that. I hope my good luck didn't help you. And hoping you didn't like that man. Good night. Before that you didn't like the man right? Of course you didnt like him. Men with goatee not your style."

"Phir?"

"Kuch nahi. I went off to sleep."

"Next day he told me, I think I like you. Want to be with you."

" He almost proposed you."

" He didn't.He just said he liked me. Didn't love me."

"Are you deliberately being like this?"

"I was scared. I had only imagined these things. I thought this was just infatuation. True love is so unattainable. How could I love him? How could he ?How do I know he's the right one?"

"Yeah how does one know?"

"Heart tells you. Cliche but very true. We didn't meet for many days. He was out on a business trip. When we talked on phone we were not our old selves. We were hesitant and he seemed lost. I thought he was over his infatuation. It was such a tough time. I cried at nights thinking I had lost the only man who could have come close to my Mr.Right.With whom I could have fallen in love with."

" Was he over you? Please say no. Please."

" No. When he returned, we met. I was nervous. Very nervous. He was looking very handsome. I cracked a pj. He tried laughing at it. I think he was nervous too. His eyes were unfocused. And he had brought me a gift. He said, you always say you like those hair pins the Korean women use in the dramas you watch. So...I didn't know what to pick, asked a female colleague to help. I remember telling him about hairclips during one of the conversations. I didn't know he would remember it. Unwrapping the gift, I had found so many beautiful hair clips, hair clutch. I had never felt so special. Yeah, you think it takes hair pins to make me feel special!"


"Does he have a younger brother?"

"Yes but he's happily married."

"Itni bhi kya jaldi thi shaadi ki"

"Hahahahahah"

" Don't laugh and tell me what happened next."

" We kissed"

" What? Itni jaldi? He hasn't even said the three magic words. And what about you guiding your heart. Details please?"

" I guess I wasnt doing the guarding thing very well. It just happened. He had come to drop me at my apartment. And we both didn't want to leave each other's company. So everytime I would say ok bye then, he would say haan bye and would start another topic. and I didn't realise he had shifted close and then was staring at me intently. You know the heated gaze kind of thing. Made me feel hot!"

"Like they show in the movies? Sach mein hota hai aisa?"

"Yeah just like the movies with double HD effect."

"So he was staring at your lips then?"

" My face. Staring at my face. By God! I was shaking from within. I knew this was the moment. He's going to kiss me. And I so wanted him to. He pushes my hair away and traces his fingers across my forehead. Soft, feather light touch. I am ticklish and I giggle. He moves to my eyebrows. I close my eyes.

You were saying, he prompts me, his fingers all the while tracing the shape of my eyes. Down the slope of my nose, his finger move. And not wanting it to stop I continue blabbering that I sighted two grey hair yesterday and I am so tensed. I am just twenty nine and my hair is greying! I don't know what to use. Garnier or Tresseme or Livon. His finger is tracing my upper lip. Then the seam of my lips. I have this sudden urge to take his finger in my mouth. I know I sound weird but thats what i felt.

Then he ssshhhs me and says I'm going to kiss you. Just have to. And he does.

And after being thoroughly kissed when I open my eyes, breathing hard he says, Garnier. I look confused. Use Garnier, my sister uses that."

"Kiss of love ! Ab toh maan jao you were in love"

"Perhaps. But acceptance came late. Before that there were lots of kisses. Old school, I told I was. But now i was madly kissing a person, whenever I found chance. I would be smiling at myself. Staring at my phone. I had gone mad. MAD ! We were confused, both of us. This was strange and new. I think he wasn't expecting that I would affect him so much. What are you doing to me? He sometimes would ask looking into my eyes.

"You know there was a time when I had messed up a project and I had been harshly scolded by my boss in front of everyone.All night he had sat listening to me sulking. Comforting me. It was my fault, I should have been more careful with the project but he never pointed that out to me. I think I might have fallen for him at that time. Or maybe when he had made me a soup whenI was sick. Or when he had stood waiting in long line in a May afternoon to get an autographed copy of new novel.Or maybe then when he had told me that his mother is a bit strict so if I choose to live with him it will be a difficult life. And he cannot promise of taking my side always. He loved his mother too. And one evening when I was walking by him, he was telling me about constellations and myths behind them, I knew he is the one. I just knew. I had to have him in my life."

" Bas aise hi pata chal gaya. Did he tell you that he loved you?"

"No. But I did. We were walking together and then I stopped, he walked a few steps and realised and looked back. And I just shared at him. He might have thought he weird for he asked kya hua?"

"Kya hua...aage kya hua?"

" In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allowed me tell to tell you how ardently I admire you and love you."

"Kya baat kar rahi hai you proposed him. Wow. What was his reaction?"

" He stared at me for quiet some time. Pride and Prejudice. Jane Austen, I know. Your favourite part, your favourite book, I know, he said. Don't say it with such feeling man! I almost thought you are proposing me! See, and he took my hand and placed it on his chest. Feel the beats."

"He thought you weren't serious. Then?"

"I am proposing you ,I said.

I want to spend many more such evenings with you. Learn about galaxies, constellations, about Indus and other civilisations from you, even if sometimes I find them boring. I have experience with strict mothers So no worries. My father can be very lazy when it comes to visiting family functions. Will it be okay with your family? Also he has plans of playing chess with his son in law. I also want to bore you with my pjs. I want to write love making scenes better. Will you mind demonstrating it for me. And I can be jealous and be very possessive. You are mine, is what I am going to believe if you accept my proposal. Tumse hi din shuru, tumpe hi raat khatam. I want to keep kissing you until you forget the rest of the world."

"I would have said many more things when he interrupted me,"

"Toh karo!" He answered. "What are you waiting for? I do want to forget the world. Kiss me senseless...And demonstration ke liye your place or my place..."

"So you did the deed?"

" I'll leave it to your imagination."

" Wow. This is so amazing. When am I going to meet my man? I am 23 already!"

" Love finds you in most unexpected places. You know before he came into my life I used to think that the right man would come like typhoon or whirlwind et cetra at cetra. But..."

"But?"

"You know the Chris Tomlin song, Winter Snow?"

" Could've come like a mighty storm
With all the strength of a hurricane... one?"

"The lyrics suits him. He came like a winter snow in my life. Quiet and soft and slow, falling from the sky in the night, to the earth below. Sometimes I think what if we hadn't met but then I know we were destined to be. So you little girl. You will meet the right man. Stop fretting over it. Stop being pessimistic. Good things take time.Samjhi."

To Miss Forever alone tag wali ladki, I am there for you

This is soo apt

Oh my my my!!! Look what I stumbled upon.

Res

I don't know what to say right now Nivi. I was surprised when I got the message.
Shocked when I saw the note you left... and now am stunned to a point of speechlessness with the story.

I sat with a blank post reply page for almost 30 minutes to gather my thoughts and write something.

And in all honesty, I don;t know what to write.

Its like you tore that page we had and molded it into something beautiful, something so astounding and so serene. You know everything about it, don't you?

The meeting and then their subsequent bonding was beautiful but you know what was more beautiful? what touched me so much? the detailing.

Yes, Mr. Darcy is perhaps every girl's dream but you know what reality is? He doesn't exist. But hey, we can have dreams...hain na?

Those hairpins... they were once a dream. my used id gives away half of the answer no😆
Conversations... my my!!! No comments on that.

But you know what, I saw myself there, standing in geet's shoes and feeling all that she felt.everything. her restraint, that guarded heart and the fear of not finding the right man... but when fate has to intervene, she will, without a doubt and in the most unexpected ways. Coward...yes. Most of us are. Old school.. yes!

You know what I believe in?
"never go in search of love. Love will come searching for you."

this is such a beautiful piece. Love doesn't have to be cliched...the falling and catching, those intense eye locks, the prince on white horse and all that jazz. it could be someone right across the table or someone at the bus stop or even a random stranger on a journey. But the heart perhaps has been given the power to yearn for the one it wants. We have no control over them. And that is why they say no..Pyaar kiya nahin jaata...ho jata hain!

You have given words to such deep rooted feelinds nivi and I cannot tell you how much it has touched me. And at times like this, when someone is able reinforce that belief in me, I feel like just giving in. You know how weightless you feel when you free fall? That kind of a feeling... Liberating.

Muaahhh for writing such a beautiful part jaaneman...
**Hugs**

Chann se Jo toote koi sapna

That is really nice update loved the way how love ie portrayed as feeling that some body is there for you no matter what ever the situation is

Originally posted by: Flame_of_Forest

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