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Next update below.
If you are getting the drift of my writing , you will have realized this is the last chapter of this season.
I can start a new season, please let me know if you want me to?
I will need loads of comments and minimum 50 likes, since I have noticed atleast 400-500 people visit my updates but not as many likes at all. Silent readers please hit the like button if you want me to continue.
Next season can be the wedding, as hinted previously, which some of you have asked to continue with, let me know if that's what people want?
Last, but not least, a big thank you for GoWithTheRhythm, she suggested Spree and doner, both of which I have incorporated in this update, I hope you like how I have done it dear?
AAnkhon ki Gustakhiyaan - Season III - Berlin Chapter
Part 7
The last weeks in Berlin turned out to be very hectic, with RiKara trying to complete their tasks, shopping etc. They had decided to reveal their decision about re-marriage to the family face to face, although if it was up to Gauri she would have already told everyone on the phone. But it was not her news, it was their' news and she wanted to do it with Omkara. It was still two months until Gauri's Inter exams, and they had postponed anything and everything until then. Gauri had made good progress here with the study group and she was on the phone to Divya Ma when needed about her studies. She was keen to get back to her tutor to complete her course and appear for the exams.
That afternoon, she was in a rush, trying to cross the street and making her way to the Crafts centre across, when her phone buzzed. Jatadhari Hippie' was calling. She immediately picked it up.
Hello beautiful' even now he made her blush.
kahiye'
So wanna join you for lunch, shall I come over?' he pleaded.
Sure stranger, I am going to the crafts centre cafe, meet me there' she replied.
He was already in the cafe, waiting longingly on a table close to the window, his face lit up as soon as he saw her, got up, hugged her, he had already ordered. He wasn't eating food; she had to feed him, as he was just staring at her, with one hand holding his face and another hand holding her left hand. She loved feeding him. They were eating each other with their eyes, anyways.
But were suddenly interrupted with 4 people screaming in both of their ears on either sides,' Hello love birds'.
It was Gauri's study group, Chen was from Phillipines, his gf Sunny from Singapore, Sheena was from London and James from New York. We came to pick you both up' they said in unison.
where? Why?' Omkara was amused. He didn't want to leave his chiraiyya's side for a sec.
They took Omkara's hands and dragged him to the crafts room, You have to come. We know that Gauri will never show you this herself, but when she showed it to us yesterday, we knew you had to see it, so we sneaked up on you guys today.' said James. Omkara was curious now and followed them along, whilst Gauri was busy protesting,' no guys, what are you up to?'
They entered the Crafts room; it was full of stuff, clay, wood, metal, scraps, clothes, textiles, wool, and machines crafting equipment and what not. Omkara had been here before when he had come to introduce Gauri to the place and show her how to use certain equipment. They dragged him to one end of the room and pulled off the cover from a piece of art.
It was an exquisite ship, made with textile, wood and ceramic. On the side of the ship, carved in beautiful cursive writing were the words,' RiKara'. Omkara was astounded.
He stole a glance at Gauri, who stood there with anxious expressions, a curious look, and some fear on her face. She was worried how he will like it?
You made this?' Omkara couldn't believe his eyes, it was really a masterpiece, so beautiful, so pure, and so lively, just like her. Gauri nodded,' do you like it?'
Like it? Are you serious? I love it. This is beautiful Ri.' He was excited and happy and proud, all at the same time.
And you were not going to show it to me?' Omkara was also annoyed.
Woh, I thought, it is not good enough, you are such a big artist, and...' Gauri replied meekly, feeling guilty.
No artist is big or small Ri. Never shy away from showing off your work , It is a masterpiece, and I know you are capable of this and much more. I love it. This is our ship Ri.' He picked it up, kissed where the name was etched and gave her a side hug.
Mr. Weinstein, the crafts course co-ordinator entered the studio just then,' Aha, Omkara the artist is here. How are you doing my boy?' he patted him on the shoulder.
I am well sir, how are you?'
I am very well, thank you. I must say this wife of yours is quite something. Gauri has made such amazing craft here in the past month, I am very proud of her. Look at this ship, for instance, it has qualified to be exhibited at our year end show in Italy next year in the Biennale. You must encourage her to continue pursuing this.' Mr. Weinstein was feeling ecstatic.
Omkara was looking at his wife, with his arm around her, with so much pride; he felt his chest would burst out of his ribs. Gauri was stealing glances at her husband, happy that she made him proud.
I hope you don't mind Gauri, if we keep this masterpiece here for a little while? We will return it to you after the Biennale.' continued Mr. Weinstein.
Thank you Sir for considering me, but I made it for Omkara. It belongs to him.' Gauri replied
Sure sir, I would not let this huge opportunity for Gauri to be wasted. We will claim the ship, after the Biennale. Please do exhibit it.' Omkara readily agreed. And, thank you sir, I really appreciate your support for Gauri.' He added.
Good, my boy, I knew you would agree. Good luck to both of you, I wish to see you here again soon' he said and bid them good bye.
Omkara hugged Gauri tightly.' You make me so happy' he said. By now, the study group friends decided it was time for them to slip away, and leave the love birds alone. Omkara decided to treat his titli for such delightful news. And so they spent the rest of the day, holding hands and walking down the Spree, a very active district with the river running through it, full of boats and restaurants. This is also where the art and tourist scene in Berlin collided and it was a regular haunt for residents and visitors alike. It was a beautiful, crisp winter's day, the sun was out, but it was almost close to freezing temperatures.
They had coffee in a river-side caf terrace watching the sun and the clouds together. He was holding her hands, looking into her eyes and time went by. In the evening, they had vegetarian doners with falafel and yoghurt filling by a street-side kiosk. Omkara knew how much Gauri loved street food, and so he fulfilled this craving of hers in Berlin too. Doner was more like Turkish cuisine, but adopted by Europeans years ago. Gauri loved it, she was digging into it, whilst walking side by side with Omkara, it was spicy and tasty, just like she liked it, with a hint of yoghurt to calm the senses. This time her nose had a bit of yoghurt on it, when she offered it to Omkara. He looked at her, shook his head in a no, instead leaned down and bit her nose, licking away the yoghurt and spice,' I have something else in mind I wanna eat' he said and winked, making her blush.
He showed her all the street walls lined with art work, Berlin was famous for its street art and Omkara had been part of that movement so many years ago as a student. He told her about his humble beginnings in Berlin as a student, Shivaay had insisted on paying some of his tuition fees, rest he had acquired a scholarship and worked in cafes as a waiter to earn his daily expense. He didn't want to take any money from Mr. Oberoi he told her. Gauri felt proud of her Hippie, at the same time she was sad due to the rift between the father and son, making a note of doing something about it. She also felt encouraged that she could also make something of herself in this big world, just like Omkara did.
Next week was Omkara's felicitation and awards ceremony in the Berlin Arts Academy, as part of their annual Art Exhibition. Every year, artists from around the world were honoured for their contribution to the art world, and this year it was Omkara who had been picked for this honour. There was applause as they came out of the car in front of the Academy. Omkara looked dapper in a black Jodhpuri bandh-gala paired with black churidar and Gauri complemented him in a black net saree, on a halter black neck glitter blouse. They wanted to flaunt their Indian roots on this International stage and how they represented India, as the world watched.
First, they were asked to cut the ribbon, which they did together and inaugurated the exhibition,' Peace' it was called, the next in the series for Omkara where he had many of his own paintings and some other artists he had invited to exhibit. The exhibition was a huge success, Gauri was on Omkara's arms the whole time they toured the exhibition and he explained the concept and curation to the audience. She recognised one painting, as one of hers from the back, he had painted without her knowledge, she only found out about it later. She smiled, this was their secret.
The award ceremony was a rave. Everyone in the audience stood up to applaud Omkara's speech, he dedicated his award to all the new generation artists of the world, and the prize money (100,000 Euros) to AniRi Charitable Orphanage Chain to go into a fund for kids to have Arts education. At the end of his speech, he had a special message for his wife, Last but not least, my friends, I dedicate all the compliments you have showered on me this time, to my love, my inspiration, my wife Gauri, because if this is the best version of me' which many of you have told me, she is the reason for it.' He pointed to her, sitting in the front row; the camera was on her now, she was blushing but ecstatic. She had no idea why Shankarji was so happy with her these days, so much happiness! She made a note, to thank him.
Back in Mumbai, 9 figures watched, with immense dedication, the award ceremony on the largest screen TV, and couldn't help laughing and crying at the same time, two of them (AniRu) were jumping up and down and clapping like there was no tomorrow. Shivaay had tears in his eyes.
END
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Next update below.
If you are getting the drift of my writing , you will have realized this is the last chapter of this season.
I can start a new season, please let me know if you want me to?
I will need loads of comments and minimum 50 likes, since I have noticed atleast 400-500 people visit my updates but not as many likes at all. Silent readers please hit the like button if you want me to continue.
Next season can be the wedding, as hinted previously, which some of you have asked to continue with, let me know if that's what people want?
Last, but not least, a big thank you for GoWithTheRhythm, she suggested Spree and doner, both of which I have incorporated in this update, I hope you like how I have done it dear?
AAnkhon ki Gustakhiyaan - Season III - Berlin Chapter
Part 7
The last weeks in Berlin turned out to be very hectic, with RiKara trying to complete their tasks, shopping etc. They had decided to reveal their decision about re-marriage to the family face to face, although if it was up to Gauri she would have already told everyone on the phone. But it was not her news, it was their' news and she wanted to do it with Omkara. It was still two months until Gauri's Inter exams, and they had postponed anything and everything until then. Gauri had made good progress here with the study group and she was on the phone to Divya Ma when needed about her studies. She was keen to get back to her tutor to complete her course and appear for the exams.
That afternoon, she was in a rush, trying to cross the street and making her way to the Crafts centre across, when her phone buzzed. Jatadhari Hippie' was calling. She immediately picked it up.
Hello beautiful' even now he made her blush.
kahiye'
So wanna join you for lunch, shall I come over?' he pleaded.
Sure stranger, I am going to the crafts centre cafe, meet me there' she replied.
He was already in the cafe, waiting longingly on a table close to the window, his face lit up as soon as he saw her, got up, hugged her, he had already ordered. He wasn't eating food; she had to feed him, as he was just staring at her, with one hand holding his face and another hand holding her left hand. She loved feeding him. They were eating each other with their eyes, anyways.
But were suddenly interrupted with 4 people screaming in both of their ears on either sides,' Hello love birds'.
It was Gauri's study group, Chen was from Phillipines, his gf Sunny from Singapore, Sheena was from London and James from New York. We came to pick you both up' they said in unison.
where? Why?' Omkara was amused. He didn't want to leave his chiraiyya's side for a sec.
They took Omkara's hands and dragged him to the crafts room, You have to come. We know that Gauri will never show you this herself, but when she showed it to us yesterday, we knew you had to see it, so we sneaked up on you guys today.' said James. Omkara was curious now and followed them along, whilst Gauri was busy protesting,' no guys, what are you up to?'
They entered the Crafts room; it was full of stuff, clay, wood, metal, scraps, clothes, textiles, wool, and machines crafting equipment and what not. Omkara had been here before when he had come to introduce Gauri to the place and show her how to use certain equipment. They dragged him to one end of the room and pulled off the cover from a piece of art.
It was an exquisite ship, made with textile, wood and ceramic. On the side of the ship, carved in beautiful cursive writing were the words,' RiKara'. Omkara was astounded.
He stole a glance at Gauri, who stood there with anxious expressions, a curious look, and some fear on her face. She was worried how he will like it?
You made this?' Omkara couldn't believe his eyes, it was really a masterpiece, so beautiful, so pure, and so lively, just like her. Gauri nodded,' do you like it?'
Like it? Are you serious? I love it. This is beautiful Ri.' He was excited and happy and proud, all at the same time.
And you were not going to show it to me?' Omkara was also annoyed.
Woh, I thought, it is not good enough, you are such a big artist, and...' Gauri replied meekly, feeling guilty.
No artist is big or small Ri. Never shy away from showing off your work , It is a masterpiece, and I know you are capable of this and much more. I love it. This is our ship Ri.' He picked it up, kissed where the name was etched and gave her a side hug.
Mr. Weinstein, the crafts course co-ordinator entered the studio just then,' Aha, Omkara the artist is here. How are you doing my boy?' he patted him on the shoulder.
I am well sir, how are you?'
I am very well, thank you. I must say this wife of yours is quite something. Gauri has made such amazing craft here in the past month, I am very proud of her. Look at this ship, for instance, it has qualified to be exhibited at our year end show in Italy next year in the Biennale. You must encourage her to continue pursuing this.' Mr. Weinstein was feeling ecstatic.
Omkara was looking at his wife, with his arm around her, with so much pride; he felt his chest would burst out of his ribs. Gauri was stealing glances at her husband, happy that she made him proud.
I hope you don't mind Gauri, if we keep this masterpiece here for a little while? We will return it to you after the Biennale.' continued Mr. Weinstein.
Thank you Sir for considering me, but I made it for Omkara. It belongs to him.' Gauri replied
Sure sir, I would not let this huge opportunity for Gauri to be wasted. We will claim the ship, after the Biennale. Please do exhibit it.' Omkara readily agreed. And, thank you sir, I really appreciate your support for Gauri.' He added.
Good, my boy, I knew you would agree. Good luck to both of you, I wish to see you here again soon' he said and bid them good bye.
Omkara hugged Gauri tightly.' You make me so happy' he said. By now, the study group friends decided it was time for them to slip away, and leave the love birds alone. Omkara decided to treat his titli for such delightful news. And so they spent the rest of the day, holding hands and walking down the Spree, a very active district with the river running through it, full of boats and restaurants. This is also where the art and tourist scene in Berlin collided and it was a regular haunt for residents and visitors alike. It was a beautiful, crisp winter's day, the sun was out, but it was almost close to freezing temperatures.
They had coffee in a river-side caf terrace watching the sun and the clouds together. He was holding her hands, looking into her eyes and time went by. In the evening, they had vegetarian doners with falafel and yoghurt filling by a street-side kiosk. Omkara knew how much Gauri loved street food, and so he fulfilled this craving of hers in Berlin too. Doner was more like Turkish cuisine, but adopted by Europeans years ago. Gauri loved it, she was digging into it, whilst walking side by side with Omkara, it was spicy and tasty, just like she liked it, with a hint of yoghurt to calm the senses. This time her nose had a bit of yoghurt on it, when she offered it to Omkara. He looked at her, shook his head in a no, instead leaned down and bit her nose, licking away the yoghurt and spice,' I have something else in mind I wanna eat' he said and winked, making her blush.
He showed her all the street walls lined with art work, Berlin was famous for its street art and Omkara had been part of that movement so many years ago as a student. He told her about his humble beginnings in Berlin as a student, Shivaay had insisted on paying some of his tuition fees, rest he had acquired a scholarship and worked in cafes as a waiter to earn his daily expense. He didn't want to take any money from Mr. Oberoi he told her. Gauri felt proud of her Hippie, at the same time she was sad due to the rift between the father and son, making a note of doing something about it. She also felt encouraged that she could also make something of herself in this big world, just like Omkara did.
Next week was Omkara's felicitation and awards ceremony in the Berlin Arts Academy, as part of their annual Art Exhibition. Every year, artists from around the world were honoured for their contribution to the art world, and this year it was Omkara who had been picked for this honour. There was applause as they came out of the car in front of the Academy. Omkara looked dapper in a black Jodhpuri bandh-gala paired with black churidar and Gauri complemented him in a black net saree, on a halter black neck glitter blouse. They wanted to flaunt their Indian roots on this International stage and how they represented India, as the world watched.
First, they were asked to cut the ribbon, which they did together and inaugurated the exhibition,' Peace' it was called, the next in the series for Omkara where he had many of his own paintings and some other artists he had invited to exhibit. The exhibition was a huge success, Gauri was on Omkara's arms the whole time they toured the exhibition and he explained the concept and curation to the audience. She recognised one painting, as one of hers from the back, he had painted without her knowledge, she only found out about it later. She smiled, this was their secret.
The award ceremony was a rave. Everyone in the audience stood up to applaud Omkara's speech, he dedicated his award to all the new generation artists of the world, and the prize money (100,000 Euros) to AniRi Charitable Orphanage Chain to go into a fund for kids to have Arts education. At the end of his speech, he had a special message for his wife, Last but not least, my friends, I dedicate all the compliments you have showered on me this time, to my love, my inspiration, my wife Gauri, because if this is the best version of me' which many of you have told me, she is the reason for it.' He pointed to her, sitting in the front row; the camera was on her now, she was blushing but ecstatic. She had no idea why Shankarji was so happy with her these days, so much happiness! She made a note, to thank him.
Back in Mumbai, 9 figures watched, with immense dedication, the award ceremony on the largest screen TV, and couldn't help laughing and crying at the same time, two of them (AniRu) were jumping up and down and clapping like there was no tomorrow. Shivaay had tears in his eyes.
END
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