PART 1
A girl dressed in hot pants and a cute top was cribbing looking upwards. She had a guitar placed next to her along with a bundle of papers in her hand.
She scribbled some lines on the white sheet pensively...chewing the end of her pen and scarped them again.
She huffed sitting on the bench with folded legs..
" babaji...plese help me na...m not able to write a single line then..how m I suppose to compose a whole PUNJABI song...??"
She made a cute baby face.
" nothing works..goggle bhi nahi...it cant suggest me any rhyming words for..any Punjabi words..huhhh its not my mistake that darji bought us in London..phir kabhi wapas bhi to nahi leke gaye...mujhe Punjabi kaise ayegi phir??
" acha..babaji ya darji ki galti nahi hai...tune hi toh attitude mai papaji se bol diya ki..u will write a song for them that too in Punjabi...ab kya hoga..kal function hai...and mera song ..i dint even start writing it...Seriously GEET HANDA cant write it...uff y did I accept this.."
" socha tha darji ko yeh song suna kar...apni desh ki yaad dilaungi.." she smiled cutely
" after all unki aur daiji ki love story waha pe hi shuru hui thi...awee my adorable darji and dadi ji.."
She slapped her forehead..pushing her bottom lip outside..
' why is this punjbi so difficult babaji..ab kya karu mai..koi to idea toh" she murmured
"well it isnt that difficult..." a gentle but deep voice said
Geet creased her brow and turn to glance the owner who disturbed her thoughts..
The guy was wearing a white shirt open at collars along with denims. His eyes glowing and small smile curving on his lips. She stared him briefly a little more than necessary.
" who are u to tell me that?? Don't u knw its bad manners to hear some one's personal talks..." Geet scowled at him
The man chuckled taking a seat on the far edge of the bench
well I apologize to intervene ur conversation with babaji...' he said politely
" but don't u think u should rather have this private talk" he said stressing the last words" alone rather than in here..in an open space where any one could hear ur lovely chat..?"
Geet twisted her lips...and snapped back at him" its my wish..i can do whatever I can..its my colony..waise who are u..huh maine kabhi nahi dekha tumhe,,??'
" hmm...mera introduction chahti ho...miss... my name no. hmm?" he said teasingly..giving a crooked smile
" don't bother..to answer that.." She said furiously grabbing her stuff reading to leave .
" hey wait,... sorry sorry i was just kidding" he called her back as she climbed down the bench hurriedly
" I could help u in writing ur lyrics..."
She paused listening his words..O boy she desperately needed some one's help..she couldn't ask her family they would tease her...more over her darji's 50th wedding anniversary would be spoiled .. her ego wasn't more important than darji.."
After contemplating the facts..she had no other option but to ask help from this stranger
" u will..??" she said slowly
He nodded genuinely. She sat besides him..
" u kbnw Punjabi??
He smiled " I lived in delhi for many years neatly my whole childhood...m a punjabi"
" wowo..thats cool m a Punjabi too..i belong from Hp" she said making her eyes big in excitement
" wohh...still u don't knw Punjabi..??' he said knotting his brows..
hey I haven't been there...its like my family is living here since 11 yrs now...so Punjabi language is lttle doubtfull.." she said cutely
Okay okay..first of all tell me what type of song u wana write...i m not that good but I can help u with words.."
" thats perfect..." she squealed in happiness..
I want to write a song for my darji...its his marriage anniversary dadji and darji ki love story bohot hi cute si love story hai..darji is more of a country lover type of a person..isliye mujhe unki love story par song gana tha in his language..'
ohh that's interesting.." the stranger said
Geet nodded and then made a baby face...
mai kabse try kar rahi hu..song likhne ka...but I m not able to do that...upar se pucha and help managi toh meri image down ho jayegi..."
The man smiled at her innocence, the girl was so sweet.
" chalo then lets write a song for ur darji..."
Next one hour the stranger helped geet writing her song in Punjabi. Geet was amazed with the flow of the song it was phenomenal. She could picture darji's smile already.
" yippee...completetd the song...' She jumped down...the bench and did a mini bhangra.
The stranger stifled his laugh looking her bhangra
" thank u thank u thank u ..." she said gripping his hands...in happiness
" u r my saviour...thanks" she whispered kissing his cheek in gratitude...
A tremor gushed through her bones ..making her quiver. She leaned back biting her lips and glanced at him . His cheek had a red hue and he was staring her with jaw dropped.
She squeezed her eyes realizing what she did..in excitement
o fish.." she bit her tongue
Her cell rang...she breathe out relief..taking her cell she strolled a bit far
It was her sister dhvani call her
" where the hell are u ...??? Its past 9 dinner time ho kar gaya..." she said irritatingly
" woh..mai.actually" geet fumbled straching her head
I knw I knw..song likh rai hogi..nahi hua na..lyrics likh kar..i knew it..."
Geet groaned
" I m done...and coming back now..bye" she said cutting the call.
She turned back...and saw no one. Her saviour had vanished. Her face fell...she sighed walked to the bench gathered her stuff ready to go...
Her eyes fell on the paper...where she had written the lyrics..
ALL THE BEST
UR STRANGER
She smiled running her hand on his writing.
NEXT DAY
Geet sat on the chair nervously clutching her guitar. Her family smiling at her...motivating her. She closed her eyes...stroking the strings of her guitar she played a melodious tune...
Ho ho o...
Heer Heer na akho adiyo
Main te Sahiba hoi
Ghodi leke aave le jaaye
Ghodi leke aave le jaaye
Ho mainu le jaaye Mirza koi
Le jaaye Mirza koi
Le jaaye Mirza koi...
Heer Heer na aakho adiyo
Main te Sahiba hoi
Ghodi leke aave le jaaye
Ghodi leke aave le jaaye
Ohde je hi main te oh mere varga
Hans da ai sajra savere varga
Ankha bandh kar laa te thande hanere varga (x2)
Ohde je hi main te oh Mirza mere varga
Ohde je hi main te oh Mirza mere varga
Ho Heer Heer na akho adiyo
Main te Sahiba hoi
Ghodi leke aave le jaaye
Ghodi leke aave le jaaye
Ho mainu le jaaye Mirza koi
Le jaaye Mirza koi
Le jaaye Mirza koi...
Naal naal tur na te vith rakhna
Hadh rakh lena vich dil rakhna
Chhanve chhanve paave, assi teri parchhave, tur naa (x2)
Ohde je hi main te oh mere varga haaye
Ohde je hi main te oh mere varga
Ho Heer Heer na akho adiyo
Main te Sahiba hoi
Ghodi leke aave le jaaye haaye
Le jaaye Mirza koi
Le jaaye Mirza koi
Le jaaye Mirza koi...
Heer Heer na akho adiyo
Main te Sahiba hoi
Ghodi leke aave le jaaye
Ghodi leke aaye le jaaye
Oh ho...
the sound of clapps followed after she finished her song
" I dint knw my geetu could sing a Punjabi song too...come here...baby" darji said..
geet ran to him and hugged him
" happy anniversary to u and dadi ji.."
darji hugged her
" awee thank you ..its the best gift u have gave me the most precious to me " he said proudly..
" thank you..beta...god bless you.." dadi ji said patting her head sweetly
" mujhe toh pata hi nahi ti..ki meri beti itni talented hai.."mohinder said as he coming to them..
geet grinned happily raising her collar..
later...at night in geet 's room
" I cant believe it..u sang a sing in Punjabi ..and woh bhi khud likh k.." dhvani said shaking her head.
geet rolled her eyes at her over dramatic sister ...
" maine akele nahi..likha ..kisi ne help ki ti.." she admitted sighing thought she was chaloo types but wouldn't take anyone else's good work naming it hers...
geet slumped on the bed pulling the comfortor over her
" I knew it " dhavni said " waise who was he...???"
" uska..naam...uhhmmm omg.." geet shrieked ..getting off the bed
" what...??"
" umm..shit ttyl.. .I have to go some where..."
geet ran down and immediately leg her house.
" please be there " she ranted..as she walked down the park and reached the bench...
" shit..." there was no.one...not one evn a single soul. she thumped on the bench...cursing herself
" jhalli uska naam toh pucj leti."
" pata nahi...kabhi usse se milungi bhi ya nahi.." she recalled her kiss
she blushed ..
" waise he was such a cutie na..hehehhe " she giggled remembering his reaction ...
" hope to meet u soon..stranger...u knw..saif Ali Khan ne hum tum mai..kaha tha..Zindagi bohot lambi hai.."
THIS PART IS WRITTEN NY ME!!
Edited by crazy_sweta - 10 years ago
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