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Dear all,
Back with an OS, if you can call it that đ . Let me know your thoughts. All comments and criticism welcome. The title is bad. Please suggest another one and I will change it.
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The car doors closed one after another with the distinctive thuds.
Hers had been the last. An uncomfortable silence filled the car and he couldn't take it.
What was wrong with these two, he wondered as Preethi and Pushkar kept to themselves. Don't they know how to make small talk, how to break the ice. Pushkar understood nothing these days. Shravan couldn't talk to Pushkar either after what had transpired between. Not without an apology and he couldn't apologize in front of Sumo after he had taken it out on her.
His wandering eyes fell on her. There was enough space for two other people to sit between them.
She sat almost as if she was holding on to that door, as if that was the only real thing. She was looking out of the window, her right hand rested on the seat almost in the middle. He had never seen her dressed like that before, like a bride, his bride.
How many times had he dreamt of this day in so many different ways. How Naanu would cry and hand Sumo's hand to him. How he would then take Sumo to the car decorated with flowers saying "Happily Married". How he would watch her while she said good bye. And he would hold her hand and let her lean on his shoulders while she cried. But none of that had happened. Naanu had not cried, neither had Sumo. Who cared about his dreams anyway, like he mattered to anybody !
There was no sindoor, no mangalsutra, not even mehndi. The more he thought about it, the more he cringed. This is what she wanted, you gave her what she wanted.
He yearned for one look, couldn't she look at him once, for a split second atleast out of spite ? Shravan leaned over but her hair was blocking her face. If he could lean a little more, he would see her face but it would be too awkward, Pushkar would notice, as such he had already seen Pushkar checking them out in the rear view mirror once. Despite what had happened and how it had happened, Shravan somehow felt happy, he couldn't put a finger to it as he had not felt happy in a long time, but it felt different
As he started at the space between them, he felt someone poke him.
His Sumo was there, right next to him.
"Chashmish itna uchal kyon raha hai ? Itna drama karta hai aur andar se khush hai"
"Main tumhe ghar le ja raha hoon na, isliye khush hoon"
"Ye koi baat hui ? Pehle dosti tod di aur ab ghar le jaa rahe ho ?"
"Naraaz ho mujhse ? "
"Main tumse kabhi naraaz ho bhi sakti hoon ?" she said matter or factly
The car came to a screeching halt. A stray dog had run across the road and Pushkar had stopped just in time.
The sudden impact had jerked all four of them forward, thats when she turned hoping he was ok. Her eyes were moist but the face was dead. She wiped the lone tear that had almost managed to escape her eyes.
"Sumo" he said but he could barely hear himself.
Preeti was fussing over Pushar and she used that moment to turn away and when she had gathered the courage she tried to look at him from the corner of her eyes.
It was his turn to look through the window.
"Aisa kya dekh rahi ho mujhe ? Hero lag raha hoon kya ?" her Shravan sat next to her smiling
"Itna ajeeb kyon lag raha hai mujhe?"
"Dar rahi ho na mujhse isliye" he mocked
"Nahi to"
"Phir itni chup kyon ho ? Ro kyon rahi ho ?"
"Mera sabse bada sapna aaj toota hai na, kya tumhe bhi aisa hi laga tha ?"
"Mera bhi yahin sapna tha" He said that disappeared.
But where he was sitting earlier, she saw Shravan's hand, exactly where hers had been a while back. This was the sign, what more did she need ?
Slowly she put her hand on his. He turned around to see her and she saw him pleading,there was no anger instead she saw a fear in him, a fear that she would she reject him again, that she would leave. And Sumo squeezed his hand a little to reassure him. She was not going to leave, not this time, not ever.
A smile crept up her face as she realized she now had the right to stop him from leaving and he had given her that. And at that instant everything changed yet nothing changed.
Beqaraar dil is tarha mile
Jis tarha kabhi ham juda na the
Tum bhi kho gaye, ham bhi kho gaye
Ek raah par chalke do qadam
Jaayenge kaha sujhta nahi
Chal pade magar raasta nahi
Kya talaash hai kuchh pata nahi
Bun rahe hain dil khaab dam-ba-dam
Waqt ne kiya kya haseen sitam
Tum rahe na tum ham rahe na ham
P.S : There is only one line which I was able to connect with this OS, but it is not in Hindi. I will attempt to translate it for you
"Thaamarai mele neer thuli pol thalaivanum thalaviyum vaazhvathaenna"
Meaning
"Why do the lovers live like drops of water on a lotus petal, together yet apart ?"
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