Tumko paya hai to jaise khoya hoon
Kehna chahoon bhi to tumse kya kahon
Preet sighed. He wondered if he had finally gone crazy. If a year ago, any one had told him that we would find himself taking the local bus in Ludhiana because of a girl every single day, he would have told them they were mad. Absolutely bonkers. He sat in the backseat of his Mercedes dutifully waiting for that girl to arrive while his driver read the newspaper used to Preet's strange ways by now.
Tumko paya hai to jaise khoya hoon
Kehna chahoon bhi to tumse kya kahon
Kisi zaban mein bhi woh labaz hi nahi
Ki jeenmein tum ho kya tumhein bata sakun
Maybe he should rewind. Six months ago, Preet's car had broken down opposite a local bus stop in Ludhiana. It had been two years since he had moved to India with his family. Even though he was used to most things in India now, he was still a little sensitive to travelling or being in highly………. local areas. It was just that it was a big change from what he had been used to; being brought up in Canada and then being plunked here all of a sudden. It was just the fact that he was still getting used to the ways things worked here. He was not a sissy like PB teased him. Anyways, six months ago as he stood outside waiting for the mechanic to come repair whatever the problem was, his eyes wondered around till they froze on a lone figure.
Main aagar kahoon tumsa haseen
kaynaat mein Nai hai kahin
Tareef yeh bhi to sach hai kuch bhi nahi
Tumko paya hai to jaise khoya hoon..
She must have been around his age, maybe a year or two younger. She was wearing a long blue skirt with a white top. The outfit was simple enough. He hair was tied back loosely, a couple of tendrils framing her face delicately. Even from the opposite side, he could make out that the girl wore no makeup. But she looked like an angel to him, waiting there for the bus to come with her side bag at the bus stop. A slight breeze blew making her skirt and hair sway. He knew he had never seen a prettier face. Then he noticed the bus approaching and saw her getting ready to get on. Before he knew what he was doing he found himself crossing the road barely giving enough attention to the traffic. He ignored the drivers calls and quickly crossed the road climbing into the bus. He frantically looked around for her and found her sitting by a window seat' the other seat vacant. Knowing it was almost a miracle to find and empty seat he quickly scrambled over claiming the seat.
Shokhiyon mein dooobi yeh aadayein
Chehre se jhalki hui hain
Zulf ki ghani ghani ghatayein
Shaan se dhalki hui hain
Lehrata aachal hai jaise badal
Bhaahon mein bhari hai jaise chandani
Roop ki chandani
Since that day, he dutifully took the bus at exactly eight in the morning making sure she got the window seat. This way he had to always get up whenever she needed to get down. After the first few days, it became a routine. He would quickly get on claiming the seat next to her. She would give him a soft smile before turning away and looking out at the window. Preet only hoped that his own smiles in return didn't look too goofy. When her stop came she would quietly say excuse me and he would reluctantly get up letting her pass by. She would say a soft thank you and he would reply back saying welcome. Her perfume smell would linger taunting his senses. This had been his morning routine for the past six months now. To make up for getting to office late, he had to work into the evening, but he didn't mind. He knew his family was starting to worry about him, but he would deal with them later. After all, since when did Preet Juneja willingly get up early in the morning only to turn up late at work everyday. He chuckled as he thought how this was what he looked forward to every day now. Really what was the world coming too. Grinning he looked outside his car. Getting out, he bid bye to the driver and quickly jogged over to catch the bus.
Main agar kahoon yeh dilkashi
Hai nahi kahin na hogi kabhi
Tareef yeh bhi to sach hai kuch bhi nahi
Tumko paya hai to jaise khoya hoon..
A week later, Preet was driving back on his way late from work. It was raining so he drove slowly to avoid accidents. He was just passing an orphanage when he noticed several kids outside and a young lady with them. Coming to a stop he couldn't help but smile. The kids were squealing and jumping up and down in the puddles of water. Along with them was the women. Her back was turned to him so he couldn't see her face. Suddenly she turned laughing and jumping along with the kids and his heart stopped. It was the same girl from the bus. Her hair was plastered to her face and neck. Her light orange skirt now was brown below her knees. Her green top stuck to her like second skin showing of her curves. He knew he hadn't seen anyone look more beautiful. She laughed along with the kids and it sounded like music to his ears. Her eyes were twinkling even though the sun was long gone. Without realizing what he was doing, Preet got out of the car. He found himself walking forward, crossing the gates and approaching them. One of the kids turned noticing him.
Tum hue meherbaan
To hai yeh dastan
hoo Tum hue meherbaan
To hai yeh dastan
Abb tumhara mera ek hai karwaan
Tum jahan mein wahan
"Didi, dekho koi aya hai." The little boy said as he waddled over to her tugging at her skirt. She turned around and finally noticed him. The first thing he saw was recognition in her eyes and couldn't stop a smile from spreading across his face. She recognized him, he found himself repeating it happily to himself. "Ji, app?" she said in her soft voice. Preet sighed. "Kya mein aap ki kuch madad kar sakti hoon?" she continued on. Suddenly tongue tied he started stammering. "Who mein, um the thing is……. Uh, don't get me wrong…… um, who mein." He tried to incoherently form an answer as to why he was here. A smile was spreading across her face. She starting giggling not being able to control herself. He looked so adorable, standing there getting soaked having forgotten why he was here in the first place.
Main agar kahoon
Humsafar meri
Apsara ho tum ya koi pari
She didn't notice one of the younger ones walked over and tugged at his pants. It was Payal, she realized. She was only five. Preet looked down and noticed an cute little girl staring up at him with her innocent wide eyes. "Kya app yaha donation dene aaye hai? Who kya hai na, didi ko kaafi takleef hoti hai humare liye donotations ektha karne mein." She said in a small voice. "Payal." She said surprised. "Meine tumhe kitne bar bola hai ki paiso ke bare mein logo se aise bat nahi karte." She quietly scolded the girl beckoning her to come over.
Tareef yeh bhi to sach hai kuch bhi nahi
Tumko paya hai to jaise khoya hoon..
Kehna chahoon bhi to tumse kya kahon
"Actually, mein donation dene he aaya hoon" He said as a new idea formed in his head. "And the amount is _____, I hope it's enough. But ek shart pe." "Kya?" she asked hardly believing her ears. It was incredibly hard for her to get such a large sum of money for the children's welfare. Hardly anyone cared in today's world. She looked into his eyes. He held out his hand and said, "Will you dance with me?" she looked at him confused. All he wanted was a dance and he was ready to donate so much? "But… but there isn't any music." She replied staring at his out stretched hand. "We don't need any." He said simply. Hesitantly she took small steps an placed her small hands in his bigger one. He wound their fingers together before gently pulling her closer. Automatically she placed her hand on his shoulder and she shuddered lightly when she felt his warm hand snake around her arm. They gently swayed to the rhythm of their hearts and he twirled her in the rain. Sighing she placed her head on his shoulder and heard him sigh happily as well. Wasn't this what she had always wanted? To be able to dance with a guy in the rain? Were her dreams finally coming true? "By the way, my name is Preet." Came his deep voice breaking the silence. Lifting her head up smiling, she looked up at him and replied. "Pleased to meet you. I'm Nonee."
Kisi zabaon mein bhi woh labaz hi nahi
Ki jeene mein tum ho kya tumhein bata sakun
He grinned at her and she looked down shyly. They both couldn't help but think that it was the beginning of a new relationship.
Main aagar kahoon tumsa haseen
kaynaat mein Nai hai kahin
Tareef yeh bhi to sach hai kuch bhi nahi
Tumko paya hai to jaise khoya hoon..
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