Hi all,
inspired from the new promo here is something I wrote, hope you all like it.
Kinaare Se Awaaz
Maan woke up with a start wondering where he was. He did not seem to recognize much around him other than a painting he saw of himself on the wall which lit up as another lightning struck in the sky and made a streak on the painting of him and his grandmother. He sat up and looked out the window to see a storm raging outside. He gave a half smile for a storm seemed to be brewing inside him as well.
He was trying to clutch at the snatches of dream that he had woken up from with the thunder and lightning. He had seen someone, a girl in a white dress and something had been tinkling on her wrist and some other sound. He tried to remember what was it that he had seen but it was unclear. He shook his head for the sound from the dream seemed to still reverberate in his head. But he realized it was coming from somewhere near.
He got out of the bed and went towards the window and looked out. It was too dark except when the lightning lit the sky and created a halo that looked enthralling as well as eerie at the same time. He rubbed the window glass to see clearly but nothing was clear but the sound he kept on hearing even through the pelting rain on the panes and roof. The indistinct sound seemed to be coming from somewhere behind him.
He went out of his bedroom and walked towards the sound as it became louder. In pursuit of the sound, he walked towards the courtyard in middle of the spanish style villa that he had woken up in. He did not remember if this was his house of someone else's. He did not who he was or what he did. He only seemed to know his name, recognized a picture of himself with an older lady which he knew was his grandmother. How did he know that, was something he had no answer to? But he knew it, knew it in his guts, the way he seemed to know that the dream had had some significance for him. Who was that girl, woman'who was she? He knew it was imperative for him to find out who it was? Somehow his life depended on it? Why? Again he did not know the answer, just that he did.
His head filled with thoughts of an elusive dream, he came to the courtyard to find a girl, no a woman twirling in the centre in a white sari, arms outstretched and face lifted to the open skies above. She seemed to be enjoying even the most ferocious outburst of nature with thunder and lightning clapping around them. He walked towards her as if drawn by a magnet unable to help himself. He did not care that he was getting wet, that the rain soaked his pristine white shirt and dark blue jeans which now seemed to make his legs heavier yet they were trudging along without a break in each step. He knew then what the sound was, it was her anklets making a sweet definitive sound as they jangled when she twirled. He could not seem to take his eyes off of her. He watched her as she played in the rain. A scene flashed through his mind's eye but it was hazy and he tried to clutch but it faded away. He then realized she had stopped twirling.
He saw her bring her hands on her face, wiping ineffectively the rivulets of rain that ran down her head and face, and then suddenly stop as if she felt a presence. He stood still, almost not breathing as she saw him standing a few feet away from her. She seemed to look at him with a strange look in her eyes and then ran to him and hugged him tight, settling in his arm. He stood there dumbstruck and shocked to feel familiar yet new. Her wet body fuzed with his, the feel of her breasts against his chest beating as fast as his? Why was his heart beating so fast? Why did the feel of her make him feel complete, as if he had found his haven? Why did he feel as if this had happened before?
Why? Why? Why?
He did not know who she was did he? He did not seem to recognize her but her touch was familiar, her fragrance was familiar. He knew her, again he did not know how he knew this but he knew. His arms wound around her automatically as if to protect her, but from what?
She then lifted her head and whispered something that was lost in the thunder that sounded just then, robbing the sound away from him. He saw her look up to him, her luminous eyes light speaking volumes, her wet pink lips calling out to him silently, her hands tightening on his back with nails digging in and he felt compelled to bring his lips close, closer to hers to taste those luscious lips, once again.
He jerked back at that thought. Once again? What was it about this woman that made him feel things he was sure were emotions that were not part of his psyche. What he knew of Maan Singh Khurana, did not include this woman, for that matter any woman. Yet, this woman seemed to fill his mind body and soul. Those searing eyes asked him questions that the lips could not.
He finally asked, "Kaun ho tum?"
He saw her face crumble, her hands drop to her sides, her feet move backwards. He held out his hand and she looked at it and then at his face but the smile had vanished, there loomed a pool of tears despite rivulets of water still gushing down her face. How could he make out that she was upset? How did he know that her emotions were on the edge?
What was it about her?
And then she answered almost in a whisper, "Mein, Geet hoon. Geet'Khura'Handa!"
And she turned and ran away. And he felt bereft, lost in the abyss for he felt he had suddenly lost something very important, his shore'. Kinara!! But who is Geet he muttered to himself.
naam gum jaayegaa, cheharaa ye badal jaayegaa
meree aawaaj hee pahachaan hai, gar yaad rahe
wakt ke sitam kam haseen nahee, aaj hain yahaa kal kahee nahee
wakt ke pare agar mil gaye kahee, meree aawaaj hee.. ..
jo gujar gayee, kal kee baat thee, umar to naheen yek raat thee
raat kaa siraa agar fir mile kahee, meree aawaaj hee.. ..
din dhale jahaa raat paas ho, jindagee kee lau unchee kar chalo
yaad aaye gar kabhee jee udaas ho, meree aawaaj hee.. ..
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