for a very sweet friend of mine...for believing in me....
it was supposed to be promo,but since am using my uncle's computer,and he is writer..lagta hai computer go tcarried away...so its full epiosde....
mohabat ke suhane din ..down the memory lane...
anmol sat on the log ...his hand on his forehead, thinking deeply..
How happy he was ....Ragini had accepted his gift, at last a pendent with his and her initials was holding so close to her heart...The pheras had recommitted both of them to each other ;every one was so happy ; yet he was yearning for more ,he wanted a confession from ragini,a full confession a commitment from bottom of her heart.
was he asking for too much too soon.....
he remembered that best diwali again. A soft smile came to his otherwise sad and thoughtful face...
how lovely she looked ,like a woman on a new journey of happiness and hope....
it was 1 o clock by the time function had finished,Vasu directed them towards their room and took weary children with her.
They entered their room and saw softly lit candles on one side, room was simple as she had requested earlier, just a bunch of red roses adorned her dresser.
a sigh escaped from her mouth unconciously, it was indeed a long day.
Ragini please change kar lo came the usual soft voice.
wo she looked at him, with tired eyes yet bright and promising
change kar lo, I will go to washroom and change myself.
she smiled abhi tak bhi mere baare mein hi sochte ho
he had just smiled sweetly and said change kar lo ragini
Ragini was taking the clothes down from the clothline,she was rushing as it was dusk and clothes would soon start to get wet again, suddenly she felt as if she heard a sigh ;a sob as if some one saying kab tak yeh imtihaan,she left the clothes and slumped on nearby bench, tears glazed in her eyes and they sparkled in remaining light of sunset. Sky reminded her of her own heart ,so full of fading light and it seemed to be holding on to whatever scattered light was left, just like her dark heart...
Give love a chance, who said this was it her own heart she thought
love ...does it even mean anything..suddenly a gust of wind came and a dupaata blew and covered her face....she sighed deeply and felt as if dupatta was gliding off her face in slow motion ,once her eyes were uncovered again she saw two very intent eyes were looking into her eyes ,holding her gaze he lifted her face up with one fingre,she sighed and released a breath,,,,she did not remember she was holding her breath....
mujhe yaad kar rahi thee...
suddenly she got up pushing his thoughts away ......
nahi sochungi main ..nahi she said with a frenzy....bhula doongi..bhula doongi har wo pal.....
she sobbed ;suddenly all energy drained from her body and mind, she sat down on the ground,oblvious to wet ground ,thanks to changing weather and dew drops...She started looking at water in the pond...
suddenly she saw Anmol's reflection in water ....she saw herself sitting in front of her dresser, her dreamy eyes finding the bouquet of red roses ,with a simple card ,she had pulled it out with trembling fingers and opened to see what was written inside..
hamesha in gulabon ki tarha mehkte rehna...
tumhara sirf tumhara anmol
she saw her happy self caressing the word anmol with her fingers....kissing the word with her feelings and fingers only she remembered how she had looked up and saw anmol watching her with devotion and passion in his eyes..
Anmol got up and started to walk again ..in general direction of his house.
he remembered the gutted feeling he had experienced ,seeing Ragini tracing something on his card, how lovingly he had chosen that card yet....he couldn't find what could he write...his feelings were like a vast sea..
jis ka koi nahi hai kinara aisa saagar ...
jis ki koi seema nahi aisa aasmaan ..
ek aur kshitij....
in end he ended up writing simple thing about roses and her...
she dropped the card down nervously and started to pull safety pins on dupaata ..
he came slowly toward her, their eyes met ..he slowly bent down, his eyes never leaving hers...
tumhare liye....he handed her the card .
she looked down, suddenly feeling shy, he came closer lifted her chin up and bent towards her ..she closed her eyes...expecting ......she could feel his warm breath on her face suddenly it was not there anymore.
yaahn rakh diya hai, her eyes flew open,he had placed the card on dresser again ,he smiled as if saying abhi to safar shuru hi hua hai...
she started to remove her hair pins..from dupata on her head..
suddenly she saw he was standing behind her ,pushing his hands away ,na let me do it ,relax.
one by one every pin was out and Ragini's whole body was swirling into a unknown sensation , finally her dupaata was removed ,he started massaging her hair she closed her eyes and pushing her head towards his torso getting warmth from his body.
savoring every moment he removed her jewelry with breathtaking and deliberated slowness ,suddenly he moved away and she felt a sudden loss...ab kapde badal aao ..
her legs had turned to water, she couldn't even get up ,
Aao as if he understood how she felt...
he stopped mid way on the e path,,,,
her eyes were promising me her soul that night..
phir yeh sab....he dug his hands more deeply into his pockets and started walking little faster as if running away from those memories which were threatening to drown him.
Ragini hugged herself, her laundry basket sitting beside her...suddenly she heard music from outside..
must be that press wala who has his cart right next to garden wall she thought
words started to reach her..
haan tum mujhe yun bhula na paaoge..
jab kabhi bhi sunoge geet mere
sang sang tum bhi gungunao ge..
haan tum mujhe yun...
Anmol stooped outside small hut of mali
music had stopped his rushing feet...
he came to standstill
wo bahaarein wo chandni raatein...
humne ki theen jo pyaar ki baatein..
He remembered Ragini had worn a simple baby blue nigh gown, it was first thing he had noticed ,as she never ever wore night gowns before, he used to be surprised how uncomfortable she must feel, but he never questioned her before, this Victorian gown was covering her from neck to ankles, it was even shapeless and covered much more skin than her sari yet it meant a lot to him. the trust she had placed on him ,the unspoken declaration of love in her eyes....
aao he said gently patting the sofa he was sitting on, she went and sat close to him he held her close,kyun kya hua he asked
sar dard hai
chalo tehal aayein bageeche mein
is waqt
han ghutan ho rahi hai yeh scented candles
haan mumyji bhi na....
ab humari nayi shaadi thoda hain
deewali hai to amaawas hai chandni kase dekhogi..andheri raat hai..
aap hain na mere saath chand ki kya zaroorat hai
he smiled to himself, standing before this cottage reliving those moments..
song continued
wo baharein wo chandni raatein
humne ki thee wo pyaar ki baatein
un nazaaron ki yaad aayegi
jab khayaalon mein mujh ko laoge
haan tu m mujhe yun ....
Ragini held her hand towards the red rose beside the pond, still sitting at the previous place..
her mind drifting to that stroll in garden on dark night, light from lamps in garden
mere haathon mein tera chehra tha..
jaise koi gulaab hota hai
they had strolled slwoly holding hands,slowly smiling at each other. Suddenly she bent to look at a rose ,shimmering in lamp light, dew drops on its surface, she almost lost balance and anmol had held her ..closely and she had rested her head on his shoulder, while holding on to his arms gently....
mere haathon mein tera chehra tha..
jaise koi gulaab hota hai
aur sahaara liya tha baahon ka
wo sama kis tarha bhulaoge..
she got up and picked up her basket and almost ran towards the house..leaving music and song far behind...
O bauji aap
Ragini beta kaisee ho
cold and lifeless eyes greeted him
theek hoon
beta wo..
mujhe kapde rakhne hain ander,she rushed past bauji
he looked thoughtful and sad.
anmol was now sitting on the small wooden bench outside the hut
haan tum mujhe yun bhula na paaoge...
mujhko dekhe bina karaar na tha
eik aisa bhi daur guzra hai
jhoot mano to pooch lo dil se
main kahoonga to rooth jaoge
haan tum mujhe yun bhula na paoge..
he smiled despite the gloom he was facing
he got up and saw dai maa coming towards him, her wrinkled and sweet loving face worried,
aa raha hoon dai maa
and rushed towards the big house on the hill
Edited by sami01 - 14 years ago
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