MG FF-Winter Sonata-Thread 4 - Page 9

Thanks friends for your comments and Valentines wishes as well. Wish you all the same.

This part is something I missed in GHSP. I never liked Maan's response to the question "why Mishty" because Mishty means sweet and not sweetheart. Hence, this is my reasoning and also my need to fill the void of Maan's past which they never showed in the show.

Most of you want to see more maaneet moments. Well, there will be moments guys but they will not be too passionate but rather sublime. Like initial part of GHSP, there is a limit to the passion as I do not want to just add dream sequences and Geet is still a little away from confessing her feelings. So please bear with me and enjoy the subtle feeling of love. Maan is off course in full realization mode and you will see him in a mentor as well as in majnu avatar for his lady love.

Abi – Geet will realize but it will take some time

Lakshmi – Thanks dear but my keyboard is still not in. It is a Samsung laptop with an integrated keyboard so struggling to get it replaced. Well maybe in another week or so, we will get it sorted.

Ash / Gudmeet – Karela ka achaar is actually very tasty. It is not bitter but has a very different texture due to thicker skin. My mami makes the most awesome Karela pickle but it has been ages since I had it actually.

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Chapter 23 – Yadein Yaad Aati Hain

Next Morning

Maan got up with a new zeal in his life. Seeing Geet in the office yesterday and complete realization of his feelings had brought in the elusive peace to his erstwhile restless soul. His entire being was humming with a new energy as it soaked itself in the feeling of love.

He walked inside the Mansion with intent of having breakfast. As he stepped in, he saw himself running around the corridor on his small cycle. Amidst his giggles he could clearly hear his mother finishing the aarti "Om Jai Ambe Gauri"

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Nagame hain…shikave hain…kisse hain…baatein hai

baatein bhul jaati hain

yaadein yaad aati hain

ye yaadein kisi dil-o-jaanam ke

chale jaane ke baad aati hain

yaadein yaadein yaadein

His mother's ankles made a chun chun sound as she came near him. Her bangles tinkled as she took aarti's blessings and caressed his head. She fed him Prasad ki kheer with her hand and walked away towards the kitchen with the same chun chun sound as he got busy in playing.

…..

"Maan beta…chalo nashta karlo…arrey yeh kya, belt to tum bhul hi gaye"

(Maan son, come and do your breakfast. What is this, you forgot you belt)

"Sorry Maa"

His mom sat on her knees as she put his belt on and then naughtily tickled on his tummy.

"Maa!!!"

"Dekho aaj tumhari favorite kheer banayi hai maine…meethi meethi…mishty mishty"

(See today I have made your favorite pudding…sweet sweet…mishty mishty)

….

ye jivan dilajaani…dariyaa kaa hai paani

paani to bah jaaye…baaki kyaa rah jaaye

yaadein yaadein yaadein

He saw himself holding her hand as he walked upstairs. He was feeling very sleepy so she lifted him in her godi as she walked towards his bedroom.

"Mumma…kahani sunao na"

(Mom…tell me a story please)

"Acha…kaunsi kahani sunoge…Pariyon ki?"

(Ok, which story will you listen…how about fairies?)

"Chi...mein koi ladki hoon…main Maan Singh Khurana hun"

(Yuck…am I a girl…I am Maan Singh Khurana)

"Acha bachu…toh mumma pe hi dhauns jama rahe ho…ok mein aaj tumhein ek prince aur angel ki kahnai sunati hoon"

(Oh really…so now you will show attitude to your mom also…ok I will tell you a story of a prince and an angel)

"Ek Prince tha...one time he was lost in the jungle. Though he was very brave lekin raat ke andhere mein thoda thoda sa dar lag raha tha.

Par mera nidar prince, apne dar pe kabu karke, apni talwar nikal kar, raasta dhoond raha tha.

Tabhi saamne se ek sher aaya

Bahadur prince ne Sher ke saath ladayi karke use hara diya. Sher toh bhag gaya lekin prince ko chot lagi thi. Uske haath se bahut khun beh raha tha

Tabhi he heard an angel walking towards him."

(Once upon a time there was a prince and he was lost in forest. Though he was very brave but he was feeling a little scared in the darkness of the night.

But my brave prince, he controlled his fear, took out his sword and started looking for the way out.

Suddenly a lion came in front of him.

Brave prince fought with the lion and won. Lion ran away but prince got wounded in the fight. His hand was bleeding a lot.

Just then he heard an angel walking towards him.)

"Heard matlab"

"Are aapki mumma ki tarah usne bhi payal pehn rakhi thi na jo chun chun kar rahi thi"

(Like you mom, she was also wearing anklets and hence they were making the sweet sound.)

"Oh"

"Haan...Angel prince ke paas aayi aur usne bahut pyar se prince ka haath pakda aur phir uspe phunk mar kar uske haath ko thik kar diya"

(Yes…angel came to prince and with lot of love, she held prince's hand and blew air on it it and healed the hand)

"Jaise aap karte ho"

(Like you do…)

His mom smiled

"Haan…jaise mein karti hoon…phir usne prince ki aankon pe haath phera aur prince ko sone ke liye kaha"

(Yes, like I do and then she caressed her hand over Prince's eyes and asked him to sleep.)

Krishna caressed her hand softly on his son's eyes as he closed them.

"Phir usne use lori suna kar sula diya. Jab Rajkumar so gaya toh angel prince ko apne pankhon mein chipa kar jungle se bahar uske palace mein le gayi. Usne use uske bistar pe sula diya.

Agle din, jab woh utha toh woh apne bed pe tha.

Kahani khatam…kaisi lagi?"

(Then she sang a lullaby and made him sleep. When Prince slept off, angel took the prince in her wings and came to the palace. She made him sleep on his bed.

Next day when prince woke up he was in his bed

Story finished…how was it?)

Krishna saw that her son was sleeping now.

duniyaa me hum saare yaadon ke maare

kuch khushiyaan…thode gam… ye humse inse hum

yaadein o mithi mithi yaadein

khatti mithi yaadein

Maan saw himself walking down the staircase. He was grown an in college. There was spring in his step and passion of new found youth. As he walked down he saw his dadaji standing. He bent down to take his blessings and dadaji caressed his head

"sada khush raho"

(Always stay happy)

He heard his daadi's laughter as she came out of kitchen

"Maan chalo beta naashta kar lo…dekho aaj meine tumhara favorite kheer banayi hai"

(Maan, come and have your breakfast…see I have made your favorite kheer today.)

"Maan...Maan"

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bandhan ho to chhode…darpan ho to tode

hum sab hai mushkil me…ye dil hai is dil me

yaadein yaadein yaadein

"Maan...Maan"

Maan came out of his reveries as he saw daadima standing in front of him perplexed.

"Kya hua Maan…kahan khoye huein hain aap…aayie naashta kar lijiye"

(What happened Maan…where are you lost…have your breakfast)

"Haan…yes sorry I was just thinking something"

Maan sat at the breakfast table while Nakul served him. Dev-Naintara were missing again but then Maan didn't even notice.

As he took the first bite of his toast his eyes went again to the staircase which had seen him walking down with happiness, excitement, sadness and all broken. His house which had seen his all moods and was testimony to the changing times. Suddenly he saw her…his Geet…angel of her mother's story…coming out of one side. She was wearing a simple aqua saree and her hair was open. With jhumkas kissing her cheeks as she walked and bangles tinkling in her hand.

"chun chun", he could hear the sound of her payal as she skipped down the stairs. Her laughter was echoing in the hall as she looked back midway. He saw himself coming down. There was a smile playing on his lips and mischief in his eyes.

"Maan…jaldi kijiye…nashta nahi karna hai…dekhiye meine aapki favorite Kheer banayi hai…meethi meethi"

(Maan…come quickly…don't you want to have your breakfast…see I have made your favorite Kheer…sweet sweet)

"Meri kheer toh tum ho" he answered huskily as he slipped his hand around her waist

(You are my pudding)

"Maan"

She pushed him and ran down the stairs. On the last step her foot slipped and he shouted his name

"Mishty"

"Mishty!!!"

duniyaa me hum saare yaadon ke maare

kuch khushiyaan…thode gam… ye humse inse hum

yaadein o mithi mithi yaadein

khatti mithi yaadein

Daadima saw as Maan stood up with an outstretched hand calling "Mishty"

"Maan…beta"

Maan looked as his daadima and realized he was dreaming with open eyes.

"Woh…woh!!!"

Daadima saw him struggling for words. She caressed his head

"Kya hua beta…kuch yaad aa gaya…aur mishty…aapko Kheer khani hai...hum banwa dein?"

(What happened son…did you remember something…and mishty…do you want to have pudding…should I make some?)

"Nahi Daadima…woh bas aise hi…mein kuch aur soch raha tha"

(No Daadima…just like that…I was thinking something else.)

Daadima looked at his restless grandson and after hearing that word after such a long time, she wondered how much Maan loved kheer but stopped eating it after his dadaji passed away.

"Kheer kya…aisi bahut saari cheezein hain jo aapne rok di Maan…khush rehna…muskurana…aaj itne dinon ke baad aapko un purani yaadon mein khote hue dekha hai"

(What is pudding…there are so many things you stopped Maan….being happy…smiling…after such a long time today I have seen you lost in the old memories.)

She was emotional and stopped her grandson who was finishing his breakfast quickly

"Thoda aaram se beta…hum aap ke liye kheer bana ke late hain…woh khake jayiga"

(Take it slow son…let me go and make pudding for you…eat that and go.)

"Nahi Daadima…I will get late aur waise bhi…I said na…I was thinking about something else."

Tears twinkled in her eyes as she held his arm. Maan sat down and wiped the tears which had come out of his daadima's eyes

"Kya karein beta…aapki tarah hum bhi bahut koshish karte hain key eh aansoo bahar na aayein…lekin"

(What to do son…like you, I also try that these tears don't come out …but)

"Daadima…."

Silence prevailed in the room for some time when Maan finally spoke in a trembling voice –

"Daadima…kya yeh ghar phir se muskura sakta hai…makan se ghar ban sakta hai?"

(Grandma…can this house smile again? Can it become a home?)

"Maan.!!!"

"Aap ne, Maa ne ise mandir bana diya tha….pehle maa chali gayi aur phir dadaji….kya phir se ismein chudion ki aawaz aur payal ki khanak goonj sakti hai?

(You and Mom made it a temple….first Mom left and then Granddad…can it again echo with tinkles of bangles and chimes of anklets?)

"Humein vishwaas hai beta…ek din phir se is ghar mein khushiyaan aayengi…aap sahi kehte hain…ek ghar..uski buniyaad ek aurat ke hi haath mein hoti hai. Ghar ki bahu betiyan hi ghar ko mandir ya phir…

Naintara shayaad kabhi is baat ko samajh nahi payin. Lekin aapki tarah hum bhi intezaar kar rahe hain beta….hum bhi isi umeed pe zinda hain ki ek din humari Krishna ki tarah, is ghar ko mandir banana wali zaroor aaygei…app…aap layenga na use beta"

(I have faith son….one day happiness will again enter this house. You are right, a house and its foundation lies in a woman's hands. A house's daughter and daughter-in-laws only make that house a temple or…

Naintara probably never truly understand this. But like you, I am also waiting son. I am also alive on the hope that one day, like Krishna, she will come who will make this house a temple…you…you will get her right son?)

Maan looked at his grand mom. After God knows how many days he had opened his heart like this in front of the only person who had stayed with him to keep his heart alive. Her expectant eyes reflected the dreams which his own were weaving.

He didn't say it aloud but thought before squeezing daadima's hand and walking off - "Haan daadima…ek din mein zaroor launga use yahan…meri Mishty is ghar ko phir se mandir banayegi"

(Yes Grandma…one day I will definitely get her here…my Mishty will make this house a temple.)

Nagame hain…shikave hain…kisse hain…baatein hai

baatein bhul jaati hain

yaadein yaad aati hain

ye yaadein kisi dil-o-jaanam ke

chale jaane ke baad aati hain

yaadein yaadein yaadein

Precap –Dono ke Dil Hain