Rishabala TS: Memories of Love (Completed) 23 June 2019

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As promised I am back with a new story 😁😁

PART 1

The sun was shining bright than usual and the vibrant hue of the nature was bringing life in everyone’s life, Madhu sat in her balcony enjoying the view. She was not like the usual girls; she was unique in her own way. The beauty of the nature reminded her of her soulmate who was being nowadays in his office a lot and was not giving her proper time. Seeing her diary untouched on the desk she thought of penning down something as Rk has been nagging her to cultivate a habit of writing like him. Rk always used to write her letter mostly to express his feelings. After a lot of thought she decided to write the moments she spent with Rk in the start of their friendship remembering a long way they have come. She knew the list would be a very long but she could try so she opened the diary he gifted to her.

As Rk is a person mostly an introvert and he had always had difficulty expressing his feelings but at times his humor sweeps you off your feet and makes you slip in his buttery sweet talk. Madhu thinks about the amazing time she had with him talking about every other random thing. He has been the perfect support for her and always been by her side by saying he was always just a call away. He gave her 50 flowers all different for 50 days and he even got into her streak thing and took it to 50. Random things and random guessing and for every correct answer point were rewarded to him and they also reached 50.

Walking aimlessly in the streets until he found a flower and sometimes, he would buy one to send her just to know that she smiled. The crazy times when he would open an image on a laptop and place the flower in front of it to click a picture by making it as background. He had his own style and unique way of doing things. He always wanted to fulfil all her wishes from getting fishes or taking her to places or buying her things.

Sitting at 24m above the ground and watching at Sirus looking bright and clear at the night sky with aimless talking or calm silence would be always one of her favorite time spent.

The amazing peaceful calm long walks she had with him were the best time of their nights and those nights were where they laid the base of their friendship which went a long way. They had this cute thing where earlier whenever they talked it rained and god blessed the whole earth even in the place where rain visited once a year.

From butterflies at zoo park till cycling, holding her girlish red bag or the time when the climbed the highest hill top and reaching the hill through the rains or their chitchat looking over the city from the top or the chat at the graveyard. The places meant something only when they were together as not always the hill top but sitting at the small hill in a park they found their peace playing card games and losing even though he lost the most and said he enjoyed letting her win.

Having food at different place has always been a thing but one thing both loved to eat were the meal cooked at home. Even when she had to tip-toe to see inside the utensil as to quote Rk she was a midget. She listened to music with his cats when he went out to bring some grocery so that she doesn’t get scared but that house with his presence all felt like her home. The best were the surprises they left in each other’s bag from chocolates, biscuits, chips and what not.

The trips he went were unique in its own way like him, he always took pictures and created the story out of them and sent her when he came back and she lived the trip in the photos he clicked. The studying together part would be the draggiest she wanted him to do best and he would be happy if he barely passed but with team effort, they always did it.

They had their crazy little cute antics when he took the long route home to spend more time with her, when he always remembered to wash the bike before she sat because one she saw a mark of pigeon shit and asked him to wipe out or when he cleaned the house till every nook and corner before she came. They had their special moments too, when he would bend down a little and kiss on her head thanking her for taking the initiative or for the food, she made for him.

Madhu chuckled but then she remembered the time he was ill, the way he slowly kept the books aside and slept asking her to massage his head he slowly moved his head on her lap, the silence they had while he found comfort in her lap was beautiful. She closed down her diary because while thinking about all this she realized their relationship was a very beautiful one and she could never write down everything that was between them as the diary would run out pages and the pen would run out of the ink. So, she got up and went into the kitchen to prepare lunch as she knows how grumpy her husband can get when he is hungry, she smiled on her way to the kitchen thinking how he would always crib that she spends a lot of time cooking in the kitchen so its best to order in.

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Part 2

Madhu finished her household chores and was keeping the folded clothes in the wardrobe when her eyes fell on a gift watch she gifted him and remembers how excited he was and said
“I will always remember this day. I have never been this excited and I just keep smiling all the time” then she sees the box where she saved all the letters Rk gave her. Rk wrote letters when he wanted to say something but he couldn’t he wote letter as if he was having a conversation with her. She took out the earliest letters of their friendship and started reading them.

Letter 1

I am not used to special treatment, I am fine the way I am other people might enjoy attention but I don’t, I enjoy being alone as it is when I am the most comfortable. I'll explain with an example you bought new shoes so did I, so these shoes of your, you like them right you wear them walk them, jog them, even run! you'll run according to the comfort level they give you maybe they'll make you climb at heights depending on the comfortable grip the higher you climb, but soon in time the grip stars to loose soon the comfort level fades it's not as before it's not easy anymore you get bit of an ich when you look at it you know it's secrets where they took you where you've been to where now.. and people starts mumbling it’s time to get a new pair.
But these are just shoes were talking about, you can let them go and get a new pair far more comfortable than the last one but what about people, and I’ll just say as I think as I have seen and experienced shoes last longer than people do.. and without a doubt it does, one day I'll have to let you go too it's not you it's me, I am not a good person, today you remember me tomorrow you won't it's just something I have this attachment issues I hate goodbyes and I don't want it to be hurtful when I lose something or someone... It's difficult to say.

Letter 2

A picture speaks a thousand words, I asked for one and you've sent me three, I have many pictures of you I keep them for myself for times when I miss you I just open up my gallery and have a good look at you I'll be honest I do that sometimes instead of dropping a msg or bug you with a call, looking at these pictures makes me feel like you are here and even though I have many I keep asking for more because in every picture you look different your big fishy eyes changing from shades like black to Brown your smile Change sometimes from a simple dimple, one teeth hanging on your lips to a simple blush. I just want to thank you for sending picture changing outfits putting efforts making it special even though you are not here.

Letter 3

The sky today is beautiful and I just wanted you to see not to miss what's up there It's the little of the beautiful things reminds me of you. And until you didn't get to see the way I have I feel incomplete; night has become something else for me night for me is you.
Did I tell you that?
Day is like a good sunrise a good sunset pretty sky and a whole lot of mess. Night is like a good book I like to read, every day one chapter at a time and sometimes I hope that these chapters never end

You like Harry potter right, and I believe you've read it many times over and over. You know what's in every chapter, but still you read you enjoy that book like that every chapter is my night
and that book for me is you.

Letter 4

By now I assume your head may be on your pillow dreaming comfortable and soft , as you have soften up my day and made it different than the ordinary, it is easier to say hi or a hello than to be a cat's eye when someone is going through darker road's, by your will and trust I create a chemistry of bond, a bond so covalent and yet so strong, you are my guide to where I might do wrong, off all the thing's I expected you touched me and everything became the unexpected; this is not a drill or a dust, this is the friendship I call lush, you made my pillow out of a hay so I Thank you for today.

Letter 5

Thank you being here, I don't want to let you go. Out of everyone I am glad it’s you, of all the things I expected you are the one thing I didn't expect. Why did you go back to your house you should have stayed. There is shayari I heard and it starts to make sense now to me.

"Meri awaaz ko mehfooz karlo kuch der ke baad bohot sanata hone wala hai" (Save my voice somewhere as after sometime you will be missing it a lot..)

The mirza galib wouldn't have born if I wouldn't have met you, A cigarette wouldn't be a cigarette if there weren't any nicotine.

I don't know no matter how much I say it only feels less, of what you are. It's like am stuck with 99, and 100 never comes. I just hope you feel what I am trying to say. Feelings can't be explained but only can be felt like if I hold your hand do, I have to say anything... It's what you feel when the palms meet skin touches locked in finger fit perfect little things needs little words to explain but little feeling needs a book

Room smells different, the air is different smells like your perfume, breathing reminding me of you. I'll go out don't want to breathe here. No lies, it's hard for me to breathe with your perfume in the air, I have no more words to explain you how I feel.

Yaad banke rehjati,
Raat banke rehjati,
Aas ban ke rehjati.
(Meeting you becomes a memory, the night just stays as a night, the desire in heart stays unfulfilled)
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Madhu remembers the time when their friends planned a trip to goa and how Rk got upset on a very silly act of her but what she remembers the most about that trip is their walk. She thought how one moment made her realize again how unexpected the life is. The walk which came up very unexpectedly and in the most fortunate of times made a big change. It started with a gesture to make up for the silly mistake, a walk into nowhere. And in the nowhere there, they found a place decorated with fairy lights and the ambience which makes them to stop the, the cold breeze carried away the hesitation to open up. Rk gave a side hug with a quick little bend and kissed on the forehead, caressed on her back and with this little gesture the journey begins, a journey with no destination. Madhu was not sure if she made a friend for life but she knew that she had one more person she could count upon. The person, the memories they made in the beautiful place will always be treasured and valued, they will be forever hitched in both of their mind.

Letter 6

She cares, she cares for him every day,
A simple 'hello' a simple 'hi' to a simple smile every day,
This person is confused how could she know she guesses his mood every day,
Moody as he, she finds her way's, stepping to his door she knock's she bang's she yell's she lurkes she seeks she wait's every f*ck*ng single day,
And he knows she is to his door and yet he stand's, stand's like an a$s he panic's there's too much sh!t in his brain he lives to intoversy everyday
She thinks there's a key but the door is unlocked…. the key? it never was! And he keeps to him he doesn’t even say string's he bind's every day.
Her care the bond losing the strings right or wrong, clearing his head "stupid just answer the door" and he answer's the door to see her friendly face, and they talk their day; everyday every day.

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Madhu thinks of the day they were studying and he had fever. Being the childish person he is, he moved his head from the pillow to her lap throwing the book in her hands away and asking to massage her head. Later laying on her lap became a habbit for him whenever they watched movies or went anywhere. She chuckles remembering the time they were watching the movie Rockstar and he took a pillow and lay down, whole time Madhu was disturbed thinking why he was not laying his head on her lap, later when he finally laid his head on her lap she asked him her worry to which he replied he dint want to her to feel that he was clingy.

Letter 7

I have pen paper in my hand and you on my mind,
I am surrounded by people I don't want to be with,
I want to be left alone today,
I see them laughing I see happiness in them,
They are having good time I could tell this for sure,
But among this people there is this one guy and I don't see him having a good time,
I see him keeping to himself,
Not wanting to be disturbed or anything,
I think he just wants to lay in bed for hours in silence,
I think he just wants to put on headphones and disappear in to the whispers of a girl.

Letter 8

They say life is a box of chocolates you never know what you are going to get, it may be something out of the ordinary which may come as a surprise, well you may never know until it sits on to your tongue. I am 22 now everything seems to be stranger than ever before, I thought I knew what was expected of me but am not sure how to represent this any differently, I have tasted the best and the worst of chocolates but this one piece is rather odd rather different I guess fate decided something else... I call her the bittersweet here's her bit of description:
I have seen her laugh I have seen her shy, I have seen her ugly and the way she acts all fugly, I have seen her care which is so rare just for the sake of your thirst she is ready walk a mile and that's a dare, I have seen her hate I have seen her tears I have seen them drip from her eyes cheeks lips chin all the way down picture clear (she say she has cried a nine she lies! and get's she away with her beautiful buttery line's), hide she beneath her feathers keeping others safe, from what's there to become she says and take's her to be the blame, all I know from my first bite I rather be her call her text's her shoulder her vein she could inject me with blame whenever she feels the pain.

The world is big so just grab a shovel and dig sometimes here or look over there, stand in your shoes tie your lace, make as many as mistakes as you can as this is the right age, fall in the pit to the deepest to the darkest no matter where you will always have a hand to pull you out and to tie your lace tight this time and send you out again. Your confusing friend, Rk

Ps: hoping the next bite to be purple.

Letter 9

You being with me has started to feel like a dream, I wish to hear you talking. Aimless talking or senseless talks, your voice is enough to change the day for me. This summer season and you voice like a cool breeze.

I have seen your happiness in little things and small acts of appreciations. Sometimes I get confuse about what love is, do we love each other or have I just gone crazy about you. I don’t even want to share your smile with anyone.

Too much to say but can't do so, words are less as dictionary fails, feelings are many but can't express just wish you hug me tight and read me through. Thoughts of you runs like a running water from a tap pouring to fill a bucket kept beneath, and this bucket never fills as it has holes in it, Lips sealed no sound just the voice in our hearts talking to each other. Mouths shut open eyes brain gush fingers types; words can't whisper just each other’s heart heard... Waiting for one another's reply’s.

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I hope you all are enjoying the story, its mostly going to be about the letters Rk sent and through it you guys will understand the progress of their relationship.

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Beautiful story

amazingly written

loved it,

though Rk an introvert loved the way he expressed his feelings thru letters and loved their little moments in flashback

thanks for this lovely story,

do write more stories on Rishbala

Awesome story

Loved it so much

Congrats on the new written.

Beautifully written.

Loved both the updates.

Loved Rishbala relationship.

Waiting for the next update.