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PriDa SS: Entwined part 04 Aabhaas
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Friday, 08:30pm
Saxena Enterprise
Sameer Saxena Cabin.
Has it ever happened to you?? Wen sumone starts listing ur BAD qualities and are almost 99.99 % right, you tend to tune outta dat scene and ur mind starts playing songs u have heard in da last 24 hrs.
BUT have u ever wondered... outta da many songs u have heard, why ur mind chooses to settle on da one song dat loops in ur mind. Fink about it.
-Pannalogy101.
Kwhabon ki lifaafon me, Kisso ki kitaabon me,
Fursaton ki baaton me, Arson se khayaalon me
Thodi khoyi huyi, Kabse soyi huyi
Woh... Aadat hai wo...
dis was airing on LoopAirways.com/tarit-mind as Hitlerish Sameer Saxena was displaying his *DAD* personality.
It was jus a feeling of floating slightly above da room in an almost humanely impossible way. and as da song lyrics registered in Tarit's mind... he wondered wot wer da upper gods Hinting about.
Papa ne to sadde huye tamatar maarne the n he was trancing to sum unexplained SERENE n DREAMY feelings in his mind !!
Ye kaunsa tareeka tha unka !! He looked up at da ceiling n den turned his attention to his fav Chachu, Varun Saxena.
"
Varun chachu, HELP" He whispered sideways outta da corner of his mouth widout moving his lips. Clearly Varun chachu was his last hope now. His ONLY hope !!
Hitler Dad, Sameer Saxena was hearing no more !!
2 din huye nahi the laut ke and he was already in dads bad books.
upar se he had sent his new secratary straight to Emergency Room on her first day of work. well dat wasna his fault. It was jus abt HER being in da wrong place at da wrong time. but da world saw sum finks der own way !!
"Arre, aise karte hai...Our farmhouse needs maintanance people and we are short staffed here to send one of our team members. so why dun we send Tarit n Dharini. I have seen her resume, she has sum farmhouse xperience and is not such a novice as Tarit. meanwhile we will wind up here. Its only a question of 1 week. go today n be bak by next sunday". Varun tried pushing da case to Sameer.
wot !! noway !! wer was Chachu getting dis !! SHE wid him?? well SHE can work here n i will take care of da property n who names der kid DHARINI. jeez wot a name. -Tarit murmured under his breath. He started to refute da offer, "DAD----"
But Sameer's expression stopped his refusal on his lips.
"Mr Tarit Saxena" !! Sameer paused. Tarit knew, dat tone was not gonna dwell well on his already panicked nerves.
"Since u r so responsible for her condition n docs have asked her to take it easy for a few days. ... OHH and she being new here... AND in need of a job !! Hmmm, BETAJI, get urself n her on da job.... she can rest a lil AND help you out wid da farm operations wen needed. Now u can use ur biz accumen for a better function"
Den Sameer smiled. Proud of his decision. sure in his heart dat sumwer above his Big Bro wud be proud of how he was dealing wid his irresponsible son. He had seen his bro use dis same tactic on him countless time and how dat had helped in shaping his character to wot he was today.
Tarit faked his trademark smile as he watched his HITLER dad walk outta da office followed by Varun chachu
Groaning loudly, Tarit ran a hand on his frustrated features as he took da stairwell to climb down da 7 floors from his dad's penthouse office.
OOOO He knew he was doomed. 1 week?? wid her tagging along?? Ms Prim and Proper?? Ms I can be a pain in ur pichwada secretary??
He stopped suddenly. His left hand went to his waistband pausing der and his right hand lifted to skratch his forehead. Pressing his lips together, he nodded his head to left n den to right. He tried remembering HER. as he continued down da stairs.
He remembered how she looked wen da door to his office had opened !!
He remembered how she felt craddled in his arms after he had tried to scoop da life outta her wid da box shaped paper weight last Monday!!
He also remembered how she had looked sleeping, wen he had visited her at da hospital in off-visiting hours.
All pale and... SERENE and DREAMY ... even in an overwashed overbleached old white hospital gown !!
da one dat had ridden upto her mid thigh from one side and accidently exposed a gud expanse of white baby soft skin...
Jeez !! dis had DISASTER written wid a capital *D* all over it.
ooo and didna *D** also stand for Dangerous ??
and how about...
D for... *D*harini?? yaa Dangerous Dharini !!
D for... *D*oom?? * yuP ! his life was deffo doomed da moment she
opened dat door
D for... *D*rastic?? drastically altering his choices for da next one
week
D for... *D*umb?? and why had he throw dat paper weight at dat
moment against dat dumb door.
D for... *D*estiny??... OKA wait a min... he didna like his train of thots... starting wid Dharini ----------- ending in Destiny....
By da time he climbed down da last step n reached da lobby,
He wished to ELIMINATE da alphabeth *D* from da English Language permanently !!
Friday, 09:00pm
Gujral Hospital
Ward # 304
She lay on da white bed as it started again.
her mind was hurting as if sumone had casted a bad spell on her
her eyes wer shut tight. she tried opening dem to break da spell
Da echoing words wer playing again.
So many questions and no answers to calm dem.
she had heard dem countless time before. especially in da last 2 years
Da recurring occurance now worried her. If only der was sumone around to reply bak and stop dis loop. she tried to cheat her thots by being still. maybe if she pretended to be calm n silent de wud fink it didna bother her... she heard dem start again...
~~ Kaun hai jo ek saaye ki tarah
mere dil ko choota hua guzar jata hai
kabhi paas se kabhi dur se.
ek awaaz ek naghma
ek geet bankar rag rag me utar jata hai
kabhi paas se kabhi durr se.
kaun hai jo mujhe apne tanhayi ka ehsaas
dena chahta hai
ek khalipan soonapan chorr jata hai.
Me usse dekhna chahti hu jaan-na chahti hu
ungliyon se uske chehre ko choona chahti hu.
Kaun hai jo paas rehkar bhi mujhse durr hai
kadmon ki aahat sunti hu palat-ti hu usse dekhti hu
tasveer ban jaati hu
khudko bhool jaati hu bekhud ho jaati hu
kaun hai wo... ~~
She woke up wid a gasp. Da doctors had agreed to discharge her tomorrow. The bandages wrapped around her head wud be replaced by a band-aid on her forehead.
Her boss Mr Sameer Saxena had smiled gently and told her, she cud keep her job. She didna know wer her life wud twistedly take her. But she was ready to welcome it wid open arms. and NO one in da world was gonna stop her from working as Mr Tarit Saxena's secratary.
She lay her head slowly back on da pillow staring up at da ceiling fan.
Counting da hrs... to a bright new sparkling morning...
❤️ x ----- x ❤️ x ----- x ❤️ x ----- x ❤️ x ----- x ❤️ x ----- x ❤️ x ----- x ❤️Abhaas = A very intense word in da Marathi vocabulary.
It means a feeling. a light feather touch sensation.
Wether,
its da enthusiastic crowd who wanna be a part of Times Square celebration on 31 Dec
or da cheering residents of England on 29th April 2011
or da traffic jam outside Narula's in Delhi
or da lobby of a taxfree matinee show of any Rajni sir movie in Chennai
or da tranced crowd in da temple during Durga mata puja in Kolkatta
or da frenzy at Dadar station at 8am on week days
if in such a crowd, outta da milions buzz buzzing around you,
IF u feel a tini tiny spark in ur mind
IF u feel da hair on ur neck rising
If u feel ur sixth sense warming up
IF ur eyes start to search for sumone
and U have NO clue WHO it is dat u are looking out for...
JUS a feeling dat u r being singled out by sumone who NEEDS you.
dat feeling is called AABHAAS.
skorpion.