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Another OS by meee! Surprised, huh? đ This one is dedicated to my Crazy ARHIHOLICS gang!! Tashu, Fujjy, Rima, Shreya, Nayu and Zana!! Love you all â¤ď¸
Warning: This one's a bit sad đł
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He was sitting alone on a bench at a local park, close to tears, physically surrounded by people and children but mentally he couldn't have been more alone. Pain, his only companion, clenched his heart painfully making his breaths turn to gasps for air.
It was his Khushi's Death Anniversary today and the waves of pain that only lapped at him on normal days were rearing high up, threatening to wash over his head and pull him under.
How could his Khushi have left him so easily? Didn't she know he wouldn't be able to live without her?
He looked towards the overcast sky and for a second, thought it would've been better if he never knew her at all, at least he would've been spared of this excruciating pain but he discarded that thought almost immediately. If he hadn't known her, how would he have all those memories that he treasured in his heart so preciously.
A tear managed to escape the confine of his eyes and trickle down his stubble cheek as his mind went back to their first meeting.
*Flashback*
He was busy doing his math homework when a sharp and insistent knocking on the front door broke into his concentration, making him groan out loud. He hated being disturbed. Snapping his notebook shut, he trudged towards the front door, not liking being disturbed in the least.
"Beta, make sure you ask who it is before opening the door!" His mother called out from the kitchen.
"Ok Ma!" He replied and on reaching the huge front oak doors, asked in a loud grumpy voice, "Who's there?"
"Me!" Came back the cheeky reply of what sounded like a young girl.
"What do you mean by 'Me'? Don't you have a name?" He snapped back, annoyed at her silliness.
"Oh Arnav bitwa, it must be the little girl from next door! There's new to this neighborhood." His mother came hurrying forward and unlocked the door.
A fair young girl of about 8 or 9 with huge beautiful doe-like eyes and her hair done in two tight braids which bounced on her shoulders with each step, let herself in, grinning from ear to ear carrying a box in her hands.
"Aunty, Amma sent you some Jalebies." She said in a cheerful voice, offering the box to Arnav's mother who took it with an affectionate smile.
"You make Jalebies at home?" She asked.
"Oh yes!" the little girl chirped. "My Babu Ji is a halwai so we make all sorts of sweets at our home. Even I know how to make Jalebies!" She beamed proudly.
Arnav looked at the young girl annoyed by her cheerfulness. What was so terribly exciting about visiting your neighbours with a box of home made Jalebies?
"Your name's Khushi, right?" His mother asked the little girl who bobbed her head in affirmation.
Seems like her name has quite an effect on her, Arnav thought to himself grumpily.
"So your name isn't Me?" He asked her a little sarcastically and to his surprise, she giggled, shaking her head in negative.
"Ok Aunty, I should be going now. I'll see you later." She said, waving at them both before turning on her heels and running away.
"Such a sweet child." His mother said to herself, smiling fondly.
***
Arnav was passing the Gupta house on his way back from school on foot when he heard shrieks and squeals of laugher coming from inside the house and a moment later, their front door banged out as two girls rushed out. He instantly recognized the little one, Khushi, who was drenched from head to toe and was now chasing her older sister with a bottle of water in her hand.
He saw the older sister coming his way and was about to move aside, when without warning, Khushi emptied the entire bottle on him, soaking him to the bone.
He glared at the young girl whose eyes turned to saucers while her mouth formed a perfect O on seeing what she had done. Without uttering a word, she turned and ran back inside her house making a soft smile adorn Arnav's face at her childish antics.
***
Two days later, he was just getting out of his house to leave for school when Khushi came running towards his house and with a meaningful look directed at him, dropped a piece of paper in his hardly ever used letterbox and ran away. He hadn't seen her since the water incident. Curiously, he retrieved the folded paper and read.
I'm very sorry for throwing water on you the other day. I didn't mean to. That water was actually meant for my Jiji. I'm sorry. Hope you aren't mad.
Me
He stared at how she had signed her little note with 'Me' instead of her name, and felt his lips curving up in a smile.
On getting home back from school, he quickly wrote an answer note before going over to drop it in her letterbox. It read:
Dear Me,
I'm not angry at you at all. And I'm Arnav by the way.
This was the start of their friendship. A friendship that flourished with every passing day. Over the upcoming years, hundreds of notes were exchanged as they slowly got over their awkwardness and became best pen pals telling each other every thing.
Even during the while Arnav went to study at Harvard, their contact remained. Their phone conversation would always start with Khushi chirping, "Hello Arnav, its Me!" making him laugh wholeheartedly.
None of them even realize when their friendship changed into love and before they knew it, they were blissfully married.
*End Of Flashback*
He put his hand inside his pocket pulling a crumbled piece of paper out. He read the text for what felt like the thousandth time. A last note from Khushi left on their refrigerator.
Going out with Preeto for shopping. Will be back soon.
Love you!
Me
She was lying. She didn't come back soon. She left him for good. Left him with an unbearable pain that slowly ate him from within.
He wondered for the billionth time how wonderful life would have been if she hadn't had that fatal accident on her way back home.
He didn't realize when it had started raining. The cold rain dripped through his hair and trickled across his cheeks like freshwater tears. It helped to clear his mind a little.
A big beach ball bounced his way and he caught it without thinking. He saw a little girl making her way towards him.
"Can I have my ball back please?" She asked him sweetly.
"Sure." He managed to croak out, handing the ball back to her.
"Why are you sitting here in the rain all alone?" She asked, tilting her head adorably.
"Because I don't have anyone to sit with me." He told her in a hoarse voice.
"Oh!" She seemed confused at his answer. "Do you want to play with me and my friends?" She asked him cheerfully.
"No, I should be getting home. My sister will be getting worried. You should go home too. Its almost dark."
"Do you know where I live?" She asked him, wide eyed.
"No!" He replied, smiling a little at her innocence.
"Good! Because you're a stranger." She told him nodding wisely making him laugh.
"Whats your name?" She inquired suddenly.
"Arnav. What's yours?" He asked, getting up.
"I can't tell you. You're a stranger, remember?" She replied.
Arnav laughed out loud without realizing. "What can I call you then?"
"Me!" She giggled, skipping away with the ball, her pigtails bouncing on her shoulder reminding him of another girl from all those years ago.
He felt a warm feeling fill his entire being and at that moment, he knew his Khushi had never left him completely.
***
How was it?? Lemme know through your comments!! đł
Another OS by meee! Surprised, huh? đ This one is dedicated to my Crazy ARHIHOLICS gang!! Tashu, Fujjy, Rima, Shreya, Nayu and Zana!! Love you all â¤ď¸
Warning: This one's a bit sad đł
Happy Reading! đ
***
He was sitting alone on a bench at a local park, close to tears, physically surrounded by people and children but mentally he couldn't have been more alone. Pain, his only companion, clenched his heart painfully making his breaths turn to gasps for air.
It was his Khushi's Death Anniversary today and the waves of pain that only lapped at him on normal days were rearing high up, threatening to wash over his head and pull him under.
How could his Khushi have left him so easily? Didn't she know he wouldn't be able to live without her?
He looked towards the overcast sky and for a second, thought it would've been better if he never knew her at all, at least he would've been spared of this excruciating pain but he discarded that thought almost immediately. If he hadn't known her, how would he have all those memories that he treasured in his heart so preciously.
A tear managed to escape the confine of his eyes and trickle down his stubble cheek as his mind went back to their first meeting.
*Flashback*
He was busy doing his math homework when a sharp and insistent knocking on the front door broke into his concentration, making him groan out loud. He hated being disturbed. Snapping his notebook shut, he trudged towards the front door, not liking being disturbed in the least.
"Beta, make sure you ask who it is before opening the door!" His mother called out from the kitchen.
"Ok Ma!" He replied and on reaching the huge front oak doors, asked in a loud grumpy voice, "Who's there?"
"Me!" Came back the cheeky reply of what sounded like a young girl.
"What do you mean by 'Me'? Don't you have a name?" He snapped back, annoyed at her silliness.
"Oh Arnav bitwa, it must be the little girl from next door! There's new to this neighborhood." His mother came hurrying forward and unlocked the door.
A fair young girl of about 8 or 9 with huge beautiful doe-like eyes and her hair done in two tight braids which bounced on her shoulders with each step, let herself in, grinning from ear to ear carrying a box in her hands.
"Aunty, Amma sent you some Jalebies." She said in a cheerful voice, offering the box to Arnav's mother who took it with an affectionate smile.
"You make Jalebies at home?" She asked.
"Oh yes!" the little girl chirped. "My Babu Ji is a halwai so we make all sorts of sweets at our home. Even I know how to make Jalebies!" She beamed proudly.
Arnav looked at the young girl annoyed by her cheerfulness. What was so terribly exciting about visiting your neighbours with a box of home made Jalebies?
"Your name's Khushi, right?" His mother asked the little girl who bobbed her head in affirmation.
Seems like her name has quite an effect on her, Arnav thought to himself grumpily.
"So your name isn't Me?" He asked her a little sarcastically and to his surprise, she giggled, shaking her head in negative.
"Ok Aunty, I should be going now. I'll see you later." She said, waving at them both before turning on her heels and running away.
"Such a sweet child." His mother said to herself, smiling fondly.
***
Arnav was passing the Gupta house on his way back from school on foot when he heard shrieks and squeals of laugher coming from inside the house and a moment later, their front door banged out as two girls rushed out. He instantly recognized the little one, Khushi, who was drenched from head to toe and was now chasing her older sister with a bottle of water in her hand.
He saw the older sister coming his way and was about to move aside, when without warning, Khushi emptied the entire bottle on him, soaking him to the bone.
He glared at the young girl whose eyes turned to saucers while her mouth formed a perfect O on seeing what she had done. Without uttering a word, she turned and ran back inside her house making a soft smile adorn Arnav's face at her childish antics.
***
Two days later, he was just getting out of his house to leave for school when Khushi came running towards his house and with a meaningful look directed at him, dropped a piece of paper in his hardly ever used letterbox and ran away. He hadn't seen her since the water incident. Curiously, he retrieved the folded paper and read.
I'm very sorry for throwing water on you the other day. I didn't mean to. That water was actually meant for my Jiji. I'm sorry. Hope you aren't mad.
Me
He stared at how she had signed her little note with 'Me' instead of her name, and felt his lips curving up in a smile.
On getting home back from school, he quickly wrote an answer note before going over to drop it in her letterbox. It read:
Dear Me,
I'm not angry at you at all. And I'm Arnav by the way.
This was the start of their friendship. A friendship that flourished with every passing day. Over the upcoming years, hundreds of notes were exchanged as they slowly got over their awkwardness and became best pen pals telling each other every thing.
Even during the while Arnav went to study at Harvard, their contact remained. Their phone conversation would always start with Khushi chirping, "Hello Arnav, its Me!" making him laugh wholeheartedly.
None of them even realize when their friendship changed into love and before they knew it, they were blissfully married.
*End Of Flashback*
He put his hand inside his pocket pulling a crumbled piece of paper out. He read the text for what felt like the thousandth time. A last note from Khushi left on their refrigerator.
Going out with Preeto for shopping. Will be back soon.
Love you!
Me
She was lying. She didn't come back soon. She left him for good. Left him with an unbearable pain that slowly ate him from within.
He wondered for the billionth time how wonderful life would have been if she hadn't had that fatal accident on her way back home.
He didn't realize when it had started raining. The cold rain dripped through his hair and trickled across his cheeks like freshwater tears. It helped to clear his mind a little.
A big beach ball bounced his way and he caught it without thinking. He saw a little girl making her way towards him.
"Can I have my ball back please?" She asked him sweetly.
"Sure." He managed to croak out, handing the ball back to her.
"Why are you sitting here in the rain all alone?" She asked, tilting her head adorably.
"Because I don't have anyone to sit with me." He told her in a hoarse voice.
"Oh!" She seemed confused at his answer. "Do you want to play with me and my friends?" She asked him cheerfully.
"No, I should be getting home. My sister will be getting worried. You should go home too. Its almost dark."
"Do you know where I live?" She asked him, wide eyed.
"No!" He replied, smiling a little at her innocence.
"Good! Because you're a stranger." She told him nodding wisely making him laugh.
"Whats your name?" She inquired suddenly.
"Arnav. What's yours?" He asked, getting up.
"I can't tell you. You're a stranger, remember?" She replied.
Arnav laughed out loud without realizing. "What can I call you then?"
"Me!" She giggled, skipping away with the ball, her pigtails bouncing on her shoulder reminding him of another girl from all those years ago.
He felt a warm feeling fill his entire being and at that moment, he knew his Khushi had never left him completely.
***
How was it?? Lemme know through your comments!! đł
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