Hey Folks, my first attempt at prose and fan fiction. A story of four days. But consider yourself warned of potential flow, vocab, syntax, semantics, and all the various kinds of possible errors expected đ. And the mighty ones of you, who manage to sit through this... my sincerest salute to you...braving writeups ( specially this one) deserves appreciation and recognition of the highest order đ đ
PROLOGUE
"Life is lived not in years but moments.
You can exist for many years but feel alive only in those moments.
Moments of passion, sprinkled with the fragrance of romance and adorned by love..
And if I were to relive my life all over again, I would want to live for just four days.
These four days!!!"
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'Fair, fairly tall, great cook, a wonderful painter, classical dancer and a beautiful lady of 27', that's how my Mom would describe me in a matrimonial column. "Why the hurry,Padmini? She is, after all ,still our little princess. Let her live her life first!" is how Malik would correct her each time she sprang up this topic. Malik is my (step) father and probably the only person with whom I get into my blabbering mode. But if you ask me, "Bespectacled, fair, extremely short tempered, very very intelligent and an egoist" that's how I would describe myself. And if you are wondering about the cooking and the painting, then consider that the joke of the year or immense love of a mother with the sole ambition of seeing her daughter married off.
My friend, my only friend, Trish tells me I am an introvert. I don't think so. I am just too smart for those around me and too socially awkward for them! I love her as a sister. She always wanted to be a movie star and I guess that's what brought us together- love for movies and acting! She lives in the US now.
I could smell the wet soil - the heavenly fragrance. It has started raining. I love rains! Nothing else makes the Nature dazzle as rains do. With the vast black cloud canvass in the background, sense of the cold breeze, the wet pavements and the confused birds - the view outside my window looks amazing. It must be raining in the US too. I have my flight in 10 hours and my packing has just begun!
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Present Day,
Reporter1: Congratulations Sir! It is a really proud moment for India to have won the Oscars and the National Award. "Madhubala ' Ek ishq Ek Junoon" has broken all records in the domestic market too. This year has proved to be really lucky for you. How do feel about this?
Me: A dream got fulfilled today.
Reporter2: How much did you have to research on this subject? The main character is one of the most well defined, beautiful and an amazing character till date on screen. How did you think about it?
Me: Can I say I didn't? At times life can throw beautiful surprises your way. And if you are smart, you would grab them right away. I can say I am smart, very smart actually. Life/God/Nature/Karma/Destiny, whatever you want to call it, gave me Madhubala'. Home delivered!!
( I smiled. Had she been here, She would have smiled too. She was, after all, home delivered.)
Reporter3: A love story with a tragic ending, What do you think was the USP of the movie?
Me: Madhubala!...
Me: Well, the love and her..
Me: She is the passion, she is the love, she is the love story, she is the story, she is the beginning, she is the middle and she was the END' screen to screen, roll to roll, frame to frame' it was her, only her
" Last question" shouted Bittuji.
Reporter3: You have had an amazing stint in Bollywood for years now. You have given various blockbusters and super blockbusters performances. If asked to relive your life, which era would you want to?
Me:
( I knew the answer to this. There is only one point in time that I would rather be in my lifetime. The words came out automatically as our last moment together flashed right before my eyes)
"You can exist for many years but feel alive only in those moments.
Moments of passion, sprinkled with the fragrance of romance and adorned by love..
And if I were to relive my life all over again, I would want to live for just four days."
(Those four days!!!)
(Now Bittuji was positively shouting and I was getting late. Surprisingly, I hadn't started to get annoyed yet. Ofcourse, why would I? I fulfilled her dream today and I knew she was happy, I was happy.)
The press conference ended and I wanted to leave immediately. Just as we were to step down, a voice called out from the audience
" RK! Does she really exist? Did she ever really exist? Can she ?"
I turned around. " Who knows?! I guess its for you to live and find out"
I placed my right palm on my left chest, and yelled. " One place she is definitely in is here" ( my heart!)
