Arshi FF-Falling in Love Again- Ch15-19 upd 16/11 - Page 28

Originally posted by: drunkiiebabe

Superb updates

Loved it :)

Thanks for the pm

Thanks so much.

Originally posted by: sweetydoll32

Awesome update dear plz update soon

Thanks so much.

@ nanor,ranogil, bluerose.

Thank u so much dears.

Originally posted by: .ArshiHamesha.

Really nice update dear👏

Everyone says time is a healer, I disagree

so here they are after four years.. so looking forward to their meeting which will decide their future..There is no doubt , we should give space and time to those who are not ready to accept life's shape and demands and Arnav gave her what she wanted at that time and now after that period now we have to see where are they standing.

The letter is way too emotional dear

Thank you Faiqa dear for your lovely comments. giving space, meaning time for each other to come out of their issues and try workign things out.. i meant time in that sense.. Time changes persons thoughts .. time changes a person to grow and become mature.. I meant time in the same way ..

Originally posted by: Insaneniyu

U r amazing writer
Beautifully written their inner tormil n diary was beautiful
Geetha finally got love in her life
Awesome update

Thanks so much Insan.. aka RK fan...😉

Originally posted by: as-Sweet

Nice update... !! Khushi was there but no interaction between them... He wanted to but she didnt let him... Arnav got discharged & that letter... Truly emotional... Plant, flower, petals... Lovely... Thanks for pm :))

Thankyou ananya sweety for ur beautiful comments.

Originally posted by: Nohealani

Awesome update. ..
beautifully written ..
loved it ..
once angain they are gonna meet this time for eternity ..

Ya,, for sure.. till eternity.

Originally posted by: brishti84

The part with the seasons was a bit confusing until you mentioned that Arnav was dreaming. I'm pleasantly surprised that he didn't go after her. But 4 years?! I thought they'd meet sooner or work thing out sooner. Let's see what happens when they see each other again. Thanks for the PM.

Thanks bristi for ur bful comments.. Its means a lot.😉

Sorry for this very late update. Got stuck with so many things. Major writers block in general and for this story a major block of thoughts. Thanks for hanging in there with so much patience and love you all for your dedicated support.

Now to the chapter...

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They say it takes a life time to know a person. My question is, is this one life time enough to understand a person and his personality, his feelings and emotions, and the thoughts of his, in his presence and absence, with him around full time or part time.

I guess the mother who births the child, as she stays with him full life time may understand the kid, to some 70% level. What about a life partner, who comes in mid or in his life at the first quarter level ,when it is over, say age 25. They take promises and oath, around the fire, that he and she will be together for next seven births , in rich or poor, in better or worse, in his failure and success, with him she will live and with him she dies mentally once he is no more in the world. She dedicates herself to him and his offspring. In this she looses herself somewhere. She gets a new identity, new maturity. From a very young gal, how did she transform herself into woman, with wise thoughts, with some much sophistication she handled things of herself, her husband and children.

All would go correctly. But one fine day the volcano erupts and due to what reason the problem happened, and why he behaved rudely with her, why did he bad mouth her, he used derogatory language, why did he vent out all the frustration to her ..to HER ONLY. Why.. he could have shared it with another. But why it was with her only. Was she the boxing bag, where he can come and kick and go whenever he wanted. Was she the dust bin, that he can spit in it anytime. Why ? Why ? Why?.

There is a saying, we can mentally connect only with a few. With the compatibility was not there then with wife, or mother or children, the equation or the chemistry will not work out. One will be talking to the wall and the other will not give ears at all. It becomes monopoly talking. Things would go till some level and one fine day things burst out and fights happen and finally the family breaks up and the couple end up in court. The thought of love and the days spent together they don't come into picture. Where they stones, who dint recollect the sweet memories they spent together. Can anyone be like that, to forgot the past in the present situation of ego. Not sure.

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48 months, 1460 days,35040 hours .

Each and every occasions, like valentines day, her birthday, his birthday, their wedding anniversary or any day for that matter, their mind was filled with the memories of the ones which they had spent together.

The way he pushed aside her hair strands, the way he tucked her saree pleats, the way he pulled her bun, the way he kissed those tiny perted nose, the way he sucked the tears from her eyes, the way he crushed her into his arms with a tight hug, the way he lifted her and went all around, or the way he held her waist tightly and lifted her and spin around going round and round and finally panting, or the way they sat and enjoyed the sunset in the evening in the beach or the time when she slapped him In any encounter it happened during the phase of the seeking forgiveness.

All the time, she and he missed each other. They say cold hearted and brutally. In this context can I use or not, im not sure. But I want to use. Brutal that the incident happened and Arnav dint give heed to her words. Cold hearted, when Arnav trusted his father more and acted cold.

For all cold hearts too, to warm up, CPR or a hug was required, a partner was required.

The heart symbols, if it was read heart you give they say it is I love you. But I felt, if I drew a arrow on it, the heart was pricked, blood streamed. But the cupid had to play its part, then only whether the heart was functioning with its beats or not it could be seen. So the arrow, the aim, the beats, the cupid all together sang the SONG OF LOVE.

Time tests peoples care and affection, their love. Day by day the bonding matured and love grew. Like wise in their separation too love and care for each other multiplied in millions and trillions.

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It was in the early morning hours. In the cold breeze, he had come out for a walk, but ended up jogging slowly, with his ipod hanging into his hears. He was admiring the beauty of North east and heading towards the lake.

He was smiling by listening to the song which played in the ipod. It was not a dirty one or the naughty one. It was a very beautiful song about colors, about colors describing a women. And for Arnav it was her, the color of his life.

The song carried this meaning at the core. She was her friend, her companion. She was his love, in love there is colour and the lover is colourful. For him and her in their love, it was to be filled with colors, they fate was destined to be filled with colors.

( The below is inspired from Song Alaipayuthe .. vellai nirame.. )

The color Green that pleases, the grasses color was green and the dew drops on that grass was her, the colorless beauty to be filled with his color and make the lush green tree to give birth to new generation of his and hers. The trees, plants, the vegetables, the mountains all read green. Green represented fertility. No more their life was going to be broken tree, it was to be filled with greenish, ever green memories which will last till eternity. He asked for her acceptance and the nerves in her body to sang green that he will be her pulse in her life. The pulse which beeped his and her name in both of their life.The love.

The parrots nose, the tongue which was colored the bloody red once the beetle leaves were ground by mouth, the new blossomed roses, the sole of a childs feet who never touched the ground was red. Her anger to felt red.. Was she angry still. The color of love was red. The color of sensuality .. sex.. was red.. She was red. Who represented Goddess.. she was the goddess of his life.

The dangling earrings, which were shining for the sun rays spread yellow. The evening sky was yellow. The marigolds petals which represented fire was yellow. The shining, just bathed cesalpenia pulcherima flowers were yellow, the mellow yellow of the night moon which was calm like your heart was yellow. That yellow was her .

The eyes of hers poured blue. The mood of hers was blue. She was lazy with Monday morning blues. The colour of wave-less depth, the colourless of a cloudless sky, the color of the peacocks neck, the color of the purple flower which started as blue and then turned to purple, all they flashed and shined in her eyes as blue .

Black representing the color of the night, the color of monsoon, the color of the wings of a crow who was Saneeshwaras vahan, the first word which a mommy taught to her kid saying..ka ka.. it was crows sound. The color fo the underlying femininity, the color of the cuckoo bird that sings in the bright sunlight was her. All combined and flowing like the river fall or the mountains which gave life for millions of trees which had their roots bedded in the ground permanently. It was the color of her hair. The eyes which saw him.. cried for him.. the eyelashes.. the eyebrows which were like the bow for her face but shaped In the form of an arrow aiming to kill anyone who came near her, other than him. The eye balls were like the black beetle... buzzed and bit and killed ..

The heart of her was white. Very pure and translucent like the water which was elixir of life. She was the color of a flowering plant that sprouted in the rain. The color of her eyes. The thumbi flower which the dragon fly roamed and reamed, the butterflies sucked the nectar was the white color, the bed spread and the saree used on the nuptial night to shed with blood was the white color. The color of your mind, your heart and your soul was white color. The pigeon for peace, the baby;s first dress worn was white color.. Where you the child.. where you the innocent. Yes you were.. the White.. Miss. Snow white.

Was the morning made for him and her. The lake was surrounded with beautiful colourful plants and trees. The flowers and the birds and the insects and the birds living in the lake sang the song of Love. It gave a picture of a lake in Hampshire.

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Chapter 16 : Hide and Seek

His walk was done. He came and hit the private bungalow of his friend. It is not that he couldn't afford. But he dint play the cards in investing in the nature. May be after she entered he will change his mind. This too was intuition.

He was fresh now after his shower. He was in his three piece suit. The Black one. With a white shirt tucked inside and the cuffs of the shirt buttoned with a pair of steel and gold plated cufflinks adding more charm for his personality. He had bit thick stubble now. No one would believe, was he the same Arnav Singh Raizada. The Arrogant and Aggressive fellow. Now more calm and poised. Silence became his medicine to mould him more matured. Even for Kushi the same. She was head strong. But her thoughts too became more matured. She thought from her mind and left to her heart and soul to decide on whether it was right or wrong.

It was in the afternoon, many representatives from world wide had come for representing their schools and teaching methods and plans to improve on existing teaching system, training the teachers, bringing in new methods for making the children to understand things better, to bring in more prodigy's for the future thru the teaching staff. Yes they say, Teachers are the second gurus, moulding a child into a better person for the future.

The funny part was women play the vital role in a mans life. As a mother, she nourishes the child with milk and good principles, as a teacher in school the teacher nourishes with the biggest thing KNOWLEDGE and more principles, then comes the girl friend or wife who teaches him maturity .. wise thinking..to become a family men..to be economical.. to take decisions which were precise.. which may not affect many.. the gal who becomes his companion without any pay as his life long friend..till death too she doesn't part. She cleans his shit too when he was bedridden in his old age, when he becomes the child for the second time in life.. As a daughter of his, the daughter teaches him the other part of becoming a great companion for her, her guardian, the daughter gives one more surprise and promotion.. Daddy you became a grand father.. when announced the joy what he got, when he took the little one in his hand and the tears flowed out from his eyes.. it was worth of it.. of his birth in this world..

Yes.. Women played so much role.. except men dint appreciate the women much.. Was it a complain..Oh No..it had been never.. Men are from Mars.. and .. Women are from Venus... so it does imply... that they are what they are..

The educational fair and the lectures and the visits by the educational boards and the debates by the students were happening simultaneously in each block. Arnav was representing his Institutes. Kushi in some corner with her team, their NGO had come for campaigning about Educating Special Children. The importance for their education, mainstream education and the problems they face with the government aids and the applications being ruled out in the schools. She had come for representing their NGO along with few more.

She was giving speech in one of the meeting rooms. Arnav who could feel that she was around, came in search of her, by sensing with her heart beat.. where ever his heart pulled the string , he like the tune .. went towards her room. He saw the person who was giving the speech. He found that it was not her, it was somebody else. Can the assumptions go wrong. Some times it may. Sometimes it may not. And this was one such kind, it was just a miss. Kushi was sitting with the kids in one corner, the area was covered by screens. Arnav couldn't have a better look.

He wanted to go and enquire, but was interrupted by Aman who came with his mobile, telling the Education Minister was online.

Fate does play its hide and seek games. And this was such a game which can last for ever. But we plan properly, might be we can change the game designed by the Almighty. We can try. After all, we do have the chance and choice to make our fate or destiny.

The laugh of hers and the tinkling sound of her anklet, the words from her throat, the way she sang the rhymes in the crowd .. made him come back again and again to the room where she was, but he couldn't , nor she couldn't see each other.

Arnav could feel his inner conscience telling again and again about her presence. He roamed the whole building and end of the day after the thorough search he ended up not finding her.

She too could feel his presence. Each and every foot step of his was like the elephants foot steps ringing. So much effect it was. She could feel his heart beat. She could see his sweating face, the masculine chest heaving a sigh after the search, with worries in head showing pure disturbed Arnav Singh Raizada, who was missing his life ..down dead .. but walking ..like they say Dead man walking.. he was one moron walking like a mummy in the day hours. He was looking like ghost. Lost in the woods.

The day had disappeared. All were asked to come for the show which was to be played in the evening in the near by podium by the staff of the committee.

In the Auditorium , in mid of the play. they meet.