Ram reached his house.. The Kapoor Mansion was full off Glitz and glamour.. Press celebrities.. politicians... everybody wanted to be a part of the Ram Kapoor's fortieth Birthday.. Yes they were all there.. For the media.. for the world.. Not for Ram.. Ram avoided entering the party.. He silently walked to the garden.. And called Vikram..
Ram: Vikram mein baahar baitunga..
Vik: Knowing Ram's state of mind.. Ok.. Cake cutting ke waqt bulaaunga..
Ram: Thanks yaar..
The phone beeps.. Ram looks at the white swing.. A large seater swing.. He walks to it when he hears Neha call..
Neha: Fatty.. Fatty..
She walks to him hurriedly.. Wearing a green gown looking pretty as always.. She and Vik were his best friends..
Ram laughed at her pace.. Kya hai Neha..?
Neha: Arre.. Aaj mein tumhe meri dost se milwaana chahthi hu..
Ram is put off with her statement.. Arre Kya hai.. ?
Neha: Dekho Ram.. You turned 40..
Ram: No.. Neha mein kisi se milna nahi chahtha..
Neha: Arre actually woh ladki tumhaari agle project ki Architect hai..
Ram: Oh.. Giglles. Thankgod.. Ok.
Neha turns to leave with a grin on her face... Ok.. Woh aathi hi hogi..
Ram murmurs.. Uff.. Thankgod.. Thinking.. Agar phirse kisi idiot ko bhejdeti toh.. uff.. He walks to te swing.. A cold breeze passes by.. And reminds him of Her.. The one who wished him first.. A smile creeps his face.. He sits on one side of the swing and looks at the starry sky.. He hears the payal again.. He shuts his eyes.. and smiles.. Thinking.. Kash ek baar usnko dekhpaata...
The hears the payal louder..
A voice.. Mr. Kapoor..
He opens his eyes.. And looks at Her.. Yes it was her.. the same white sarree.. He looked at her face.. Lit by the moonlight.. She was beautiful.. He beautiful dove eyes.. lined by kohl.. she had beautiful expressive calm eyes.. He was lost in her beauty..
She did a namaste.. He stood and greeted her with a namaste..
He pointed at the swing.. She sat and he sat beside her..
Ram: Aap yaha..?
Woman: Ji.. Neha ne aapko bataya hoga.. She held a small gift in her hand.. It was gift wrapped in a white glossy sheet with a red ribbon on it.. Aapkeliye.. she smiled.. He looked at her hands.. They looked soft.. He smiled and looked at her.. He saw her smile.. The wind blew by her face.. hair strands came in the way.. she tugged them behind her ears with her other hand.. He smiled and took the gift..
Ram: Shukriya.. he opened the gift.. It was a rectangular royal blue velvet casing.. He opened it up.. There was golden chain with a small rudhraksh..
Ram giggled.. Rudraksh?
Woman: Aapki gusse ko tandi karne mein madat karegi.. She smiled at him..
Ram giggles.. Thankyou..
There was a sweet silence between them.. she looked at the starry sky and he looked at her.. Why did you move back to India Ms. Sharma?
Woman: Natasha ne phone kiya.. She wanted me to design her office..
Ram: Aur mera naya project.. both smiled..
Priya: See you at work Mr. Kapoor.. She got up and walked away..
Ram: See you.. He smiled.. And nodded in negative.. Choti bhi na.. he got up and walked looking at the grass..
Natasha came and hugged him from behing..
Nutz: Thanks bhai! Waise bhai.. aap inko jaanthe hai?
Ram: Nahi.. Par haan.. Inhone maa ke request karne par Manhattan mein Villa design kiya hai..
Nutz: Par bhai.. Aapne mila toh hoga..
Ram: Giggles.. Arre choti.. Tumhe unme itni interest kyu hai.. Chal apna kaam kar..
Nutz giggles and runs along in her blue gown..