SwaRon OS: Dussehra Rings
There she was, standing right within a Pooja Pandal, enjoying the invocation of the Goddess Durga with the enchantment of mantras. Clad in a white attire, she way fared all alone the path, with an up -surging number of youngsters. They were holding hands and lingering besides each other, delighted to have a date, oh, how very detachable.
He was out of town, claiming to attend an important conference. He asked her to wander away all alone in a provoking silence; relishing the fervor, oh how very detachable.
She felt him, absorbed him and saw him in the flames. As she turned around to hear the drums, fold her hands and soothe her nerves, she experienced the warmth. "I miss you Swayum, when will you come?"
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Sharon returned to her dwelling with an impounding heart and aching feet. She indeed loved Durga, The epitome of grandeur, beauty and power. "Ahh, only for you Swayum, I walked all alone."
She couldn't close her eyes that evening. Tears trickled down her soft cheeks, wetting her eyelashes. She yearned to see him, detonating her dismal self. She cherished his presence, but he was out of reach, oh, how very detachable.
Sitting on the bed, with a cell phone in her hands, she redialed his number, cursing her solitude. He was out of reach, oh, how very detachable. That familiar tune crossed her head, Pehla nasha, pehla khumar, naya pyar hai, naya intezar...
"Did he change his ringtone? Never mind, she was in awe. "
Tring, tring, echoed the landline. "I hated it for destroying our moment." In an uncontrolled arrogance, she lifted off the receiver, "Why the hell are you calling at 11:30 at night? Go, disturb someone else."
She heard a recognizable laugh. "Open the door Sharon, it's me."
"Now before you get me into something else, I would say, stand on the door."
"Huh, your wish is my command", Swayum chuckled under his breath. Duniya mei itni saari ladkiyan hani, mujhe bhi isi se pyaar hona tha!
She opened the door, blinking hard at him, gaping at her own realization.
"Swayum, are you a ghost?"
"And what do you mean by that? " He asked coming inwards, loosing up his tie.
"I just rung up on your mobile and it was saying, Pehla...," she chewed her tongue.
"Pehla, he said coming closer, say na Sharon, pehla what?" He asked, getting closer to her pitiable face.
Umm, she was clueless and wanted some desperate help. Her red swollen cheeks were of no avail now. Durga, where art thou?
Sensing her quietude, he carried her away by tasting her lips, allowing her charm to mingle into his own desperate desire. She kissed him back fiercely, unleashing an equivalent amount of love. They broke off the kiss and he locked her tresses behind her ears.
"Missed me?" he asked, piercing her aural consciousness.
"Hmm, she groaned. You haven't told me yet?"
"What?"
"That pehla nasha tune, I mean that and the landline rung up together."She asked, looking into his eyes.
"Here's your Dussehra gift." He pulled out his hands out of the pocket and handed her a new cell phone.
She was transfixed again. A Dussehra gift, did she really need a one?
"Well, I don't really need it; she spoke out with a grimace."
"Why?"
"Because, he pulled him away from his collar and kissed him with an unbroken chain of intensity. Eh, now really this wasn't detachable.
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Let's dedicate this to my engineer Sahiba😆, Rutu, your batman and catwoman, made me write this.
I got such creeps after watching yesterday's episode and have penned it down in some 20 minutes. I finished my Calculus today and I'm pretty much satisfied.
Wish you all a very happy Navratri! Enjoy!
Besides, I'm participating in a contest held by TOI, please pray that I win.😳
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