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Janhvi -Tiger in Lag Jaa Gale
@Sarah: Oh my...clicking wild animals in their den.😲Are you a photographer by profession? Photography and parasailing is my passion...am an auditor by profession actually. Working with a financial institution as a Head Auditor. 😊
Well, where Yash is concerned Mishti was always unpredictable...When he wanted her to go away (during his rescue), she didn't...and when he wanted her to come to him, she went missing...🤔 😃
I am sure she'll pull a fast one on him. There's no way she'll want to expose herself, knowing his awareness of her...not when his family life is at stake...so Catch 22 every which way for her.
Thank you...thank you...I hope I meet your expectations.🤗
Sparsh
This journey was started long ago
Before this time and place,
The journey of completeness
As two hearts and souls embrace.
Forever is what I want with you
For the search is at an end,
Our hearts have found each other
As lovers, as soul-mates, as friends.
Part VI
"I am sorry, Vinny Ma'am...but I can't personally look after this project. I have assigned Neema to it. Of course, I'll chalk out the theme after seeing the venue and then keep an eye on things later."
"But why, Aarti? This project is very important for the company's image and progress. This is one of the most influential families of Bhopal...We need to put up our best in the Scindia wedding...and I trust only you to handle such a huge responsibility. You know how much I depend on you."
"I know, ma'am...It's just that the venue is pretty far from here. And with Ansh's vacations about to start and Babuji's physio sessions to be arranged, I am in a bit of a tight squeeze...I haven't even been able to get hold of a 24-hour nurse for babuji...could only manage a part-timer. I mean they need me around here Ma'am, so..."
"I understand, Aarti...Look, Ansh can always accompany you here...and as for uncle, I'll arrange a good nurse...I know a person here who runs a service-providing agency. But I want you on this assignment, OK? Aha...there you are Neema..."
"Good morning, Miss M...good to have you here."
"Good morning, my dear. I'm here only for a couple of days...I'll be leaving on Monday. Aarti, you and Neema will be away for most of the day...I wanted to check out on the Annual contracts of a few vendors. Could someone fill me in?"
"Right...I'll send Dharmesh with the files."
Aarti stepped out of the office and turned toward the reception and felt a sea of emotions sweep her away. He was here. She saw him walk toward the reception, speak to Anusha, and then turn toward her...vaguely she heard Vinny Ma'am's voice calling her...but nothing registered. She wanted to step back...hide herself...but a part of her held back, drinking in the sight of him, feeling the thrill at having him look at her. In dream she saw him walk toward her with his hand extended in greeting...an inscrutable expression on his face. Slowly, as if in a haze, she started to lift her right hand, when the door opened and Vinny stepped out...
"Aarti, I called...before you go please...Oh...Mr Scindia...Hello!! Nice to meet you (taking the extended hand)...I am Vinny Mehra. Did you want to discuss something? Please step in..."
"Hello, Miss Mehra!! No, I have not come for any meeting. I am here to pick up Mrs D (looking at Mishti). I am in a bit of a hurry so..."
"Of course...Oh, how remiss of me! This is Mrs Dubey...Aarti Dubey...and Aarti this is Mr Yash Scindia."
Aarti nodded in acknowledgment, smiling shakily...suddenly fidgety, shifting her eyes, and looking at the office door...the only escape. She saw Neema about to step out and suddenly made a dash for the door...Lifting a finger in a "one-moment" gesture toward the duo...she pulled Neema back with her...leaving Vinny flustered and Yash slightly bemused at the nervous flight.
Vinny was totally taken aback by Aarti's uncharacteristic behavior...but years of practice in dealing with people and situations kicked in, and she turned to Yash with a smile. Yash was still staring at the closed door.
"Err...umm...she must have remembered something that she has to take care of before she leaves. Come...I'll walk with you to the car park. Aarti and Neema will join you in a moment. Actually Aarti..."
"I knew an Aarti Dubey once..."
"You did? What a coincidence!! Here in Bhopal?"
"No, in Hoshangabad..." (Vinny turned toward him and saw a faraway look in his eyes.)
"Oh, well...our Aarti is from Indore. Even though she was widowed at a young age, she faced life bravely and now single handedly takes care of her old father-in-law and little son...She is a wonderful person and very efficient. I am sure you won't have any worries. I have asked her to personally take over Mr Prateek's marriage. She was a little hesitant first but..."
"She was? Why?
"Oh...personal reasons...but it's OK. All that's taken care of...She is all yours now. Aha...here they are. It was nice meeting you, Mr Scindia. Have a great day!"
"Goodbye Miss Mehra."
Yash turned to look at Aarti, who was looking everywhere but at him. When he opened the front door of the car for her, she took a detour and went and sat at the back. Neema stepped into the front seat, giving him a nervous smile. If Yash found all this a little weird, he didn't show. Before turning the ignition key, he looked back, "Are you comfortable?" She nodded and looked out of the window. He glanced at Neema, who gave him a wide-eyed, innocent look. He decided to wait out this strangeness and see where it was leading to.
Yash's back tingled with a long-ago sensation as he drove on. What was going on? The lady at the back intrigued him...there was no doubt...but why? She hadn't spoken at all. Well...some people are quiet by nature...she may be a person of few words...but why did her silence upset him so? Why did he want to hear the sound of her voice? Once he caught her looking at him in the rearview mirror with a pain that made his heart constrict...after which she concentrated on the view outside...though at least twice he saw her flicking the corner of her eye as if to brush away a tear...Something was troubling her... but what? All his attempts at small talks were met with silence...with Neema doing all the talking...rambling actually...something about sore throat...doctor's orders.
Neema was in a spot...How in the world is she going to put up with this pretence? Why did Mrs D ask her to do such a bizarre thing? She recalled how Aarti had dragged her back. Inside the room, she had turned and whispered, "Neema, I need your help...and no questions now...OK? When we get back from the visit, I'll explain. Listen carefully...I cannot speak in front of Mr Scindia...No, no...shshh...I cannot explain now...there's no time. You'll have to manage his queries. And if he asks...just tell him...ummm...just tell him I have a sore throat or something and that the doctor has asked me not to strain my vocal chords." All her buts and whys were brushed aside by Aarti. Seeing her extreme agitation, Neema had silently nodded her compliance. In all of the five years of acquaintance with Aarti, not once had Neema seen her this frantic. She was always so calm and serene. And then there were those countless instances when she was more like an elder sister than a boss...so much so that she had ensured Neema accompany her on this transfer to Bhopal...knowing fully well her family lived here. She loved her Mrs D...How could she not help her?
Yash was struggling with emotions of his own. Why were all those dormant feelings coming alive now...now...on a road, where the one beside him was a stranger...and the one behind was not. Hold on! Where did that come from? Yash suddenly realized the feeling that had hit him when he had first looked at Mrs Aarti Dubey...and that was of familiarity...as if he had known her from before. But why? As far as he recalled, he had never met her...He glanced at the rearview mirror. Her long hair kept flying across her face. He saw her take out a clasp and pull the hair back in it...He wanted to ask her not to do it. As if on cue, her eyes lifted and stared back at him in the mirror...and then just as quickly she averted them, but not before he felt a thrill pass through him. In frustration, he brushed his hair back with trembling fingers, "What's happening to me, Mishti? What's going on love?"
After Mishti, only one person's silence had affected him after she too was gone...and that person was Arpita. Her nonstop chattering and effervescence had stopped him from falling into the dark abyss that had threatened to engulf him after Mishti left. She refused to give up on him...when others in the family had. She would sit up with him for hours and just talk...hoping for a response from the blank stare. How he missed her...she would have had answers to the turmoil that was gnawing him now. She understood him so well...after all...
Arpita was his best friend...right from their childhood days. Their families too were very close. He even called her parents baba and maaji. The duo shared all secrets. Somehow she understood Yash more than anyone else, and vice versa...so whenever one was in trouble, the other would be called to set things right. The parents had taken it for granted that they would marry when the time comes...they seemed so made for each other. When he had the accident, Arpita was involved in nursing her father back to normalcy after he had undergone a bypass surgery. Yash didn't want to upset her further, so never informed her. He had spoken to Mishti at length about Arpita...Mishti would be enthralled at listening about Arpita's antics. He remembered the deafening silence that had followed after he had jocularly told her what their families wanted from him and Arpita. He had then taken her hands and told her what she evoked in him, no one else could...ever...not even Arpita. He had so wanted to touch her lips then...and feel the smile he knew would have beamed across...
Slowly but surely, through Arpita's persistence, he had begun to come out of the depths of depression he had gone under. She taught him to sense Mishti's love and to allow it to make him strong..."Yashu, if you keep her love living and breathing in you...you will find her in you. Don't belittle her love by weakening yourself. Feel her love...Let her love guide you." He was surprised when first he had tried that...closing his eyes and asking Mishti's help. Within few moments, he knew what to do...everything was so clear. He marveled at the wisdom in Arpita...he was so proud that underneath all that frivolity, his friend was such a judicious person. So it came as a shock to learn that Arpita had tried to commit suicide. He had rushed to the hospital.
"Why Arpita?"
"He ditched me, Yashu...Gaurav bowed to his parents' wishes and married Meera. They were friends like we are...remember, I told you?"
(He nodded tearfully.)
"But that doesn't give you the excuse to do this...You are strong, Arpita...Your strength is the reason I am living and breathing again, even after Mishti, then why????"
"I am having a baby, Yashu..."
(He stared at her.)
"Does he know?"
"No...I didn't tell him. I mean I had gone there to tell him about this little life...when I heard he was back from Jammu. That's when he told me about his marriage. I don't know, Yashu...something snapped. I...I was so scared..for ma and baba..and mostly for my baby. My little one will never have a papa, Yashu...(sobbing) my baby will never know a papa..."
"Yes, she will..."
She stopped crying and looked at him...
"I will be her papa."
(She frowned and then narrowed her eyes in the way she did when she tried to understand his intent.)
"I won't marry you, Yashu...I won't do to Mishti what Gaurav did to me...and I won't let you also."
"You think I will marry a madcap like you? You moron (suddenly very angry at her)...Do you realize what you were going to do? How dare you too try to leave me?"
"I am sorry...it won't happen again. I promise."
She let him sulk for awhile. Then, she reached out for his hand.
"Yashu..."
"I meant it Arpita...I'll be this little one's papa...till you get over that lowlife...that coward...and decide to move on with someone nice...By the way the guy will have to go past me this time...Only if I approve will he get to come near my favorite girls."
"How do you know it will be a girl?"
"I just know."
Arpita died due to septicemia twenty days after she gave birth to Palak...but not before handing over her baby to her papa...
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Yash got out of the car, just as Mishti opened the back door. He stepped forward to hold the door for her. In a hurry to step away from him a few strands of her hair brushed across his face, and he got a whiff of her hair, which jolted his senses to the core...He knew that fragrance. This heightened awareness of her was getting to him now. He banged the door shut in annoyance and turned around to find her staring at him. Again that look...It felt as if...as if she knew what was going on in him...and she looked worried. Worried? But why? He took a step forward when a voice called out him. He saw the portly, amiable figure of Mr Mishra walking up to them.
"Good morning, Sir...Welcome!! Everything is in order. The conference room is set up...the delegates arrive in a couple of hours."
Yash greeted back and told him to look after the ladies and to give them whatever they needed. With a nod toward them he started to walk away. He heard him greet them and Neema responding.
"Good morning, ladies!...I am Trilok Mishra."
"Good morning, Mr Mishra! I am Neema Parekh and this is Mrs D...I mean Aarti Y. Dubey.
Aarti Y. Dubey...Even though she was widowed at a young age, she faced life bravely and now single-handedly takes care of her old father-in-law and little son... Aarti Y. Dubey ...
He halted and slowly turned around...
To be continued...
"Why are you doing this?"-
"What? What am I doing? And where were you?"
Red: At first, the tone of the first line could be interpreted in so many ways, but the last four words in the second line answer the questions. The two conversing are comfortable enough with each other to allow queries on their whereabouts.
"I asked first'so I deserve an answer first."
"Stubborn'aren't you?"
Plum: This third line suggests that they have such a comfort level, that not only are they allowed to inquire into each other's lives, but they "deserve" the answers to the questions asked. There are very few people in life that one may trust enough to allow those persons to "deserve" answers for any actions executed. The line that follows next adds to the sense of child-like freedom the two conversing feel with each other, so much so that a character trait some might consider negative is used as a little teaser between the two conversing.
Those above lines first highlight the hints of any emotional "sparsh" these two might have for each other.
"I am waiting!!!"
"I won't let anyone else touch me." (That caused her lips to lift up in a slight smile'.He could be such a brat.)
"Now who is being stubborn?
Lime green: The previous lines which only hinted at something before are now confirmed right here when we are able to read the current lines. The male character has just professed something that creates a glowing reaction from the woman he is speaking with. Her little smile at his words caused me to smile in turn, for the action and reaction were so telling of not only "a" connection, but now "what" possible connection these two might share. It creates the effect of growing good humour as now the turn of the conversation begins to widen the hints of what these entertaining two are playing with. The developing good humour moves into full mirth as the obviously pleased woman retaliates cutely with a one liner of her own. This lovely mirth then settles into outright laughter for me as our guy, not being his previously eloquent self falls to indignant pauses while stating his next lines:
... None of those...those...those giggly females comes near me. So remember that the next time you go missing, I'll'."
Our guy clearly shows her here, that he is not only interested specifically in her, but that no others will have her rights. If she even accidentally gives those rights to someone else, he will find some way of fixing it. and fixing it in such a way that everyone knows that he is hers, and hers alone.
And there we see the first hint of "sparsh" of the body, pointing to us to that for the moment, the guy is unwilling to ever give up his body, himself, or any other bit of him to others whether or not she is present in his life. On the other hand, she reminds him that she will not always be there, and so for a few short moments in time and life, he will be expected to relinquish her position temporarily for the well-being of all involved.
What I love is the laughter that comes after that part of the conversation, because I get to know that he was waiting to hear the sound of her voice in its most free form. The sound is so desired that its occurrence literally makes his heart flip from the pure joy he got of hearing this, and that my dear Di, was the hint of "sparsh" in sound/voice.
I won't break it down into more discussions about the words they speak, but look at the rest of this beautiful section as a whole. The events that play out, point toward the emotional connection he has developed with her. They highlight, how well they've grown to understand each other. So much so that Mishti is able to read into the very being of Yash in a manner that shows how much she cares for him. A care that allows her to notice the things that make up this man that she is now getting know yet already knows. On the other hand, Yash feels this affection and interest so deeply that it makes him want to open up all of himself to her, parts that remain hidden even to him most times. His next reaction after yearning to be his complete self with her, is a fear that perhaps she might not view him as specially as he has viewed her. The very thought that perhaps she is this caring, and compassionate to any other person that is, the possibility that she could have an obvious interest in him the person as well as some "random the person", rather than just him the patient, makes him feel discomfort. He does not wish to share this inclined interest with anyone else, and sees it as another part of their special bond. It makes him seek reassurance from her- something she provides instantly- and then he follows through by being equally as interested and concerned for her. He takes note of her sudden shift in mood, and tone, and instantly accosts her so that he can get to the root of the issue. He can tell, just like I could, that there was something about "family" that troubled her, and in his offer to help her, he was showing her that he could be considered the family she could also turn to when the other one was blocked.
Wanting to take him up on his offer, while not wanting to put him to be pulled into the darkness that is dragging her down, she does her own round of reassurance seeking.
...suppose...we meet someplace else, some other time'maybe years later' will you recognize me?"
(His whole being tensed up.)
"What are you saying?"
"Please'let's just assume if this happens'I am so curious to know how you'."
"Your voice'.I can recognize it from miles away."
"And if I don't speak, then'."
(He reached for her hands'and covered them in his.)
"These hands have saved me, given me a new life, taken care of me'.They talk to my heart. To answer your question, your sparsh'.I would know this touch as long as I live!!"
And those words that end the conversation foreshadow that one day they may lose touch, but there will always be a way for him to find her and know her. He will always recognise her, because her sparsh...the vocal sparsh, the emotional sparsh, and the sparsh of all sparshes will never ever allow them to remain unrecognisable to each other. What better way to reassure her? What better way to reassure me? That is how I get my first glimpse into the depth of this beautiful couple.
K.N.O.W.- Dec. 11,2012
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