(PART 3) DESTINY AT WORK.....
Robbie was woken up by the driver "Sir, hum Ooty pahunch gaye hai."
A sleepy Robbie looks at his surroundings....it was paradise and nothing less than that! Lofty mountains covered by mist...flowers of captivating hues peeping out and sipping the morning dew...plumaged birds chirping away cheerily...the whispering winds sharing their secrets with the dancing trees...butterflies fluttering about joyously making the most of their well-deserved freedom...leaves rustling and breaking the heavenly silence!!!!
He was in love with this place.....it was absolutely angelic!!!
He rummaged his bag and found the little slip of paper on which Girish had scribbled the address of the place he was gonna stay..
It read- Havelock road,lovelane,brantwood house
The owners of the house the Ravishankars were holidaying in Australia and had agreed to let Robbie stay in their house coz Girish was like their son.
He handed the driver the address and lazed back onto his seat...he was feeling very unusual...as though destiny was authoring his tale now....
On the lonely cliffs painted with rocks and patches of lush greenery a girl was seated on a bench. Her hair was open and the flirtatious breeze was teasing it...she a pure beauty ...eyes vividly sparking off the themes of her dreams...lips luxurious with the priceless treasure of a genuinely sweep-u-off-u-feet smile...she was busy making an entry in her diary
Dear Diary,
Today is a new day ....with a fresh hope. My entire life is feeding on hopes...please let this be the day unfolding a new chapter in the book of my life...
Destiny has set her wheels rolling girlie....
Robbie reached Brantwood....It was huge and lavishly arranged...everything was perfect!!!!
Robbie was so tired that he feel onto the lage kingsized bed and went rolling down into his world of dreams....He would freshen up later and unpacking...well that would be even later....right now it is dream-time baby!!!
She flipped open to the first page of her diary...the diary gave us her introduction Kasturi Chawla
She picked up a photograph that lay well hidden amongst the pages of her diary....It showed two girls..both good-looking ![No points for guessing ..yes it is divya and kasturi]
She murmurmed into the air "I miss you divya"
"Kasturi" a loud voice boomed .She screamed back"Ayi Chachi"
Poor kasturi...Alka chachi and pooja, her daughter were her only living relatives apart from her sister divya. They made sure that they left no stone unturned to torture the chawla sisters. Divya had got fed up with the daily torture and had run away from home leaving behind a lonely and tearful kasturi....She had contacted from Mumbai and informed that she had become a successful journalist...kasturi was very happy for her. Divya had sent kasturi a ticket to come to bombay but unfortunately Alka chachi had found it and torn it to bits....Kasturi was left heartboken...only hoping with her devastated heart that maybe one day all this will come to an end...but when? was the big question...........
Alka chachi(AC)- Kasturi tumne pooja ki shopping ki?
Kasturi-Yeh rahi uski nailpolish aur remover and here is the change...
AC- yelch! yeh kaisa colour hai? Tumhari taste bahut hi ghatiya hai!!!
Kasturi- Magar chachi this is the latest fashion...maine ek fashion magazine min padha tha...
AC- Tum aur Fashion!!! Impossible kasturi....
Kasturi could feel tears scorching her eyes....why did chachi hate her so much?
She glided out of the house to seek solace amongst nature...it was the only remedy and it washed her with relief!!!