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I see her at the window every morning with a cup of tea in her hands. That is the time when I see her - what should I say - being herself. I wonder what goes in her mind. I guess they are happy thoughts, as I often see a small smile on her lips. She looks at the sky, looks at green leaves, takes deep breaths, blows in her hot tea and sips it. I certainly remember that once she stretched her palm to catch rain drops or was it more than once? It often happens that she looks at the clock, gulps down remaining tea and rushes to kitchen - to prepare breakfast for her family and I follow her. Oh yes, I am omniscient and omnipresent! She likes to prepare breakfast. Other meals are prepared by her Dadi and Nani with help of servants, but this is one meal that she cooks herself without fail. Dadi's almost black tea, Nani's dudhwala kadha, Prachi's cereal and Aadu's coffee. Oh...she is reaching for the poha container yet another time. I have observed that she often makes poha. I heard Nani saying once that her poha tastes just like her mother. I wonder if that is the reason she often cooks poha. There is a change though. The relaxed face that I saw at the window has started disappearing and worry lines have started showing on her forehead. Within 30-45 minutes, she is going to rush to her workplace. She has started looking at the clock often. And, here she goes in her trusty 'Shersingh'! For all grown up and responsible woman that she is, there is still a child within her. I guess that is a good thing.
Oh...it is raining now and she doesn't like it. I have often wondered how she can dislike rain living in this town where it rains very often. I don't know if she really dislikes it or just finds it a bother. I remember once she was walking down home with umbrella open and I worked my magic, so rain drops fell on her face. But, I was disappointed to learn that she was not happy. She had quickly wiped those rain drops. She was in a hurry to reach home and work on a pile of files. Right now, she is in a hurry to reach office. I can work hard to drive those clouds away and I am just going to do that. Here, done - rain is gone. Now, she can reach office without worrying about getting wet. And, we have reached here - you can call it office, call it factory; call it farm - all in one. First thing she does is her usual routine of lighting a lamp before her parents photo and gets busy with the day. One more thing that I wonder is if she ever pays attention to the smell of wet earth that I often carry with myself. When one lives in this rainy town, one is often greeted with this heavenly smell. Heavenly smell from the wet earth - that doesn't sound right. I digress. Now, she is going in the farm. She is bending down to check strawberry plants. A worker gives her a platter of freshly picked strawberries. She picks one and tastes the juicy fruit. I again carry mostly sweet, somewhat tangy fragrance of the fruit to her nostrils. Does she enjoy it? She is giving a nod to the worker. Strawberries are ripe to be picked and converted in jam. Now, she is in factory. In a large container, fruit that was picked 2 days before is stewing and bubbling. Jam is being prepared. You see those tiny red-pink bubbles on the surface. I love playing with them. Here, let me pop a few. Where is she? I thought she might enjoy this. I think she did, when her father used to make jam at their home. But, she has walked away. She is back in her office. She needs to taste a crush sample. Her assistant has prepared a small glass of strawberry milk shake using this sample. She takes a sip, thinks for a minute. It seems she found it right. Here, she goes back to her files. Didn't she enjoy that delicious drink? Oh...those worry lines...they are more pronounced now. One more thing to wonder, what is there in those files that often gets her worrying. I have tried to take those worry lines away. I am mighty if I want to be so. I can upend trees and blow away roofs, but I haven't been able to erase those worry lines on her pretty face.
The day goes on and it is night time and I am on the terrace playing with her hair. Dinner is done. Everybody is in their rooms. But, she is here. I have never been able to figure out what she thinks - just like mornings. Is she thinking about this rainy town or those juicy red strawberries against the green backdrop or those clouds that are hiding all the stars? Does she ever think that it is no longer her fathers dream that she is fulfilling? It is no longer that she is running the farm for her family. This farm has become her own dream. This town, its rain, red fruits, strawberry milkshake - does she realize that she loves them? No wonder she said no to America. Adwait has dreams of working with aircrafts. Prachi wants to work for a big company. They will go away, but not her. This is her only home.
She is lost in thoughts and there comes a jarring noise breaking the silence. She is annoyed. Some neighbour is playing music at loud volume. She looks in the direction of music. There...there is someone in the opposite house. Whoever the person is, he is bothering her in her quiet time. Let me go and take his class. I move to the balcony in the opposite house and play havoc with that stranger's hair. I look down to see his face to relish annoyance that should be there on his face. But, what do I see here? He is smiling. He ruffles his hair and creates a mess that even I could not have done and he is smiling wide. I look from him to her. He is also looking at her. I observe a strange thing. For a moment, those worry lines disappeared. Oh no...not because her worries have disappeared, but because this stranger momentarily caught her attention and made her forget them. I carry his song to her on my wings - Tu Jee Le Zaraaa...
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Confused? It was wind. Hawayein batiya rahi thi 😉
Inspiration came from the montage pic of Saanchi at the window.
Scenes referred: Breakfast scene where she makes poha, night time scene on terrace when Dhruv blares music and bugs her.
Rest is my imagination. I have seen only 2.5 episodes of this show, so I don't know Saanchi enough. So, like the wind even I am wondering and hoping that there is more to her than what has been shown so far.
Channel V Dil Dosti Dance
Arjun
