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Sorry for the massive delay guys, I got really busy and was having some comp issues! ... Anyways, thanks so much for the fabulous support, I really, really appreciate it! Here is the next part, might be a little boring and dragging, but bear with me, I'll try and make it better as the story moves forward!
Part 3
He was at the shopping mall with Aditya, his brother-in-law, but more than that, a friend… In times of happiness and sorrow, Adi had stood next to his side. But nevertheless, there had always been that strange feeling of incompleteness… the inability to share everything. He had hesitated to reveal many things to his friend for fear of burdening him with his own sorrows… Now they stood in a ladies sari shop confused over as to what they should purchase as a gift for their beloved Massi, whose birthday it was not tomorrow, but the day after.
Not too far off in the same store, stood a petite figure with deep, kohl-layered eyes searching too for a sari. A sari for an elderly lady whom she had never met. The lady was her friend Rano's mother-in-law's Massi. She had protested saying that she was busy, but Rano had been adamant and refused "no" for an answer. So here she was, looking at many layers of colourful cloth but none had yet caught her eye… except for one. It was a red chiffon sari with an off white highlight. She asked the employee to bring it forth. Feeling the material slither through her hands she thought, "Perfect."
On the other end of the store, stood a frusterated man unknown to the mysterious stranger who had for so long haunted his every moment… "Wohe vaali.." he pointed out finally. It too was a red chiffon sari with an off white highlight. The employee laid it out before him, and Jai's eyes sparkled in a "Yes, this is it." Adi was envious of the perfect gift his friend had picked out, and was still troubled over what to get on his behalf… A sudden whiff of air took full attention of the man's senses as he quickly turned to see a petite figure in a creamy beige suit walk briskly out the shop's door. He stood there for a moment, trying to place the particular fragrance… by the time he understood it, the figure had already disappeared. Faintly, he heard a concerned Adi questioning him and turned towards his friend… "Naah..in, it's nothing", he stuttered. "Aisa karte hai, tum apni shopping karlo, mein paas mein shops ghoom kar aata hoon." Adi nodded, and the man stepped out of the shop.
Not really knowing what had overcome him, or for what purpose, but the man found himself in a shop displaying perfumes of all the kinds… He sniffed some here and there, but none took his liking. The shop also carried some designer glasses. People were trying them on looking through small mirrors placed specially for that purpose. Looking up from the counter, the man happened to glance over into one of such mirrors momentarily. After shifting his gaze back to the counter, something hit him. He looked through the mirror once more and saw two big kohl-layered eyes pierce him. They gave off an odd glint… a quality that he had never been able to forget… Not since that first day of encountering that stranger. Quickly he turned, but did not see the familiar figure in sight… He exhaled deeply, turning back to the counter. "Are you ok sir?", asked the employee… The man looked up as if deciphering what he had just been asked. After a minute he managed to speak in a low voice… "Haan.. wohe nothing.. Thanks."… A creamy beige cloth momentarily blinded his vision. The dupatta drifted in the air and over his face, oblivious to the owner, who once again vanished as the man recognized the pleasant odour.
A group of people sat around a small table holding on dearly to the folders in their hands… Certificates of their education and all that was necessary to pass this interview. Amongst them sat a female dressed in a deep orange sari, her heart beating in a soft rhythm of confidence… Her eyes reflected a determinacy and odd flicker, specific to her. The voice at the reception desk called "Miss Bani Dixit… its your turn, please come." The girl walked in quick strides, which was interpreted as a walk of confidence by others, but they knew nothing of what hid behind that mask. She was calm, yet their was a hint of the common nervousness experienced when heading in for an interview.
When she walked out, her face was expressionless. The meeting had gone fine, but she failed to recognize any hint of acceptance and this troubled her… slightly. If she had no one else, she had always had herself. If not here, then she would try elsewhere.
Walking along immersed in her thoughts, she was surprised by the sudden collision with a figure dressed in black suit. While bending down to the ground, she faintly picked out the deep blue of his shirt… "I.. I'm so… sorry", she stammered.
His eyes looked up instantly as his movement stopped abruptly at the familiar voice… He dared to look up and saw two kohl-layered eyes challenge his deep dark ones…
Cheers,
dc
Part 3
He was at the shopping mall with Aditya, his brother-in-law, but more than that, a friend… In times of happiness and sorrow, Adi had stood next to his side. But nevertheless, there had always been that strange feeling of incompleteness… the inability to share everything. He had hesitated to reveal many things to his friend for fear of burdening him with his own sorrows… Now they stood in a ladies sari shop confused over as to what they should purchase as a gift for their beloved Massi, whose birthday it was not tomorrow, but the day after.
Not too far off in the same store, stood a petite figure with deep, kohl-layered eyes searching too for a sari. A sari for an elderly lady whom she had never met. The lady was her friend Rano's mother-in-law's Massi. She had protested saying that she was busy, but Rano had been adamant and refused "no" for an answer. So here she was, looking at many layers of colourful cloth but none had yet caught her eye… except for one. It was a red chiffon sari with an off white highlight. She asked the employee to bring it forth. Feeling the material slither through her hands she thought, "Perfect."
On the other end of the store, stood a frusterated man unknown to the mysterious stranger who had for so long haunted his every moment… "Wohe vaali.." he pointed out finally. It too was a red chiffon sari with an off white highlight. The employee laid it out before him, and Jai's eyes sparkled in a "Yes, this is it." Adi was envious of the perfect gift his friend had picked out, and was still troubled over what to get on his behalf… A sudden whiff of air took full attention of the man's senses as he quickly turned to see a petite figure in a creamy beige suit walk briskly out the shop's door. He stood there for a moment, trying to place the particular fragrance… by the time he understood it, the figure had already disappeared. Faintly, he heard a concerned Adi questioning him and turned towards his friend… "Naah..in, it's nothing", he stuttered. "Aisa karte hai, tum apni shopping karlo, mein paas mein shops ghoom kar aata hoon." Adi nodded, and the man stepped out of the shop.
Not really knowing what had overcome him, or for what purpose, but the man found himself in a shop displaying perfumes of all the kinds… He sniffed some here and there, but none took his liking. The shop also carried some designer glasses. People were trying them on looking through small mirrors placed specially for that purpose. Looking up from the counter, the man happened to glance over into one of such mirrors momentarily. After shifting his gaze back to the counter, something hit him. He looked through the mirror once more and saw two big kohl-layered eyes pierce him. They gave off an odd glint… a quality that he had never been able to forget… Not since that first day of encountering that stranger. Quickly he turned, but did not see the familiar figure in sight… He exhaled deeply, turning back to the counter. "Are you ok sir?", asked the employee… The man looked up as if deciphering what he had just been asked. After a minute he managed to speak in a low voice… "Haan.. wohe nothing.. Thanks."… A creamy beige cloth momentarily blinded his vision. The dupatta drifted in the air and over his face, oblivious to the owner, who once again vanished as the man recognized the pleasant odour.
A group of people sat around a small table holding on dearly to the folders in their hands… Certificates of their education and all that was necessary to pass this interview. Amongst them sat a female dressed in a deep orange sari, her heart beating in a soft rhythm of confidence… Her eyes reflected a determinacy and odd flicker, specific to her. The voice at the reception desk called "Miss Bani Dixit… its your turn, please come." The girl walked in quick strides, which was interpreted as a walk of confidence by others, but they knew nothing of what hid behind that mask. She was calm, yet their was a hint of the common nervousness experienced when heading in for an interview.
When she walked out, her face was expressionless. The meeting had gone fine, but she failed to recognize any hint of acceptance and this troubled her… slightly. If she had no one else, she had always had herself. If not here, then she would try elsewhere.
Walking along immersed in her thoughts, she was surprised by the sudden collision with a figure dressed in black suit. While bending down to the ground, she faintly picked out the deep blue of his shirt… "I.. I'm so… sorry", she stammered.
His eyes looked up instantly as his movement stopped abruptly at the familiar voice… He dared to look up and saw two kohl-layered eyes challenge his deep dark ones…
Cheers,
dc
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