-SS- O Saathi Re INTERVAL part-pg 36 - Page 8

Chori chori... chupke chupke pyaar keh deta hain...

HAYEEE saaz lovely update my golden era such a lovely update saaz this is so refreshing .

THANKS TO EVERYONE ESPECIALLY

@ Dish: Harilal is my hero..sach mein hero..every writer needs a muse..mera harilal..forever and ever

@DJ: Thanks so much for the compliment..have you ever had a chance to read my other SS..Tum Pukar lo and Banwra Mann..they were both written keeping lost tracks in mind..I would like to think I have gotten better at writing now..but who knows..thanks again..le update bhi aa gaya

@ Ramani: Haan where were you? Asked for lamba update and gave chota comment..

@AG: shoulda..coulda..did not tho..nahin re..my small offering..aur kuch nahin..

@Ujjwala: Yeh kya aap hai?? Aap ne saath lines likhe hain..THANKS SO MUCH RE..made my day..

@Shal: like I told Dish..Harilal mera muse..mera hero hai..uske bina mere stories zero hai..

@Neha: WHY??? WHY??/ WHY??..they are not telling.

@Angel: You are here..sweetie..thanks so much for your comments

@ Candy: Kya aisa ho sakta hai..ki main khushi ke maare itni paagal ho jaaon..ki khud ko sambhal na paaooon..tere lines ne aisa kar diya..aisa hi hua hai..LOVED them..save some re for Katra 2..

@Naveen: tanks

@Ramani: you did..i noticed..

@Sweetshona: thanks re

@Purvi: Thank you

@IF rida: Thanks so much re..i really felt so happy when you said 3 updates and colors of life..

@kari: sweetie..you are a cutie you know tht..

@Pranjal: while I was reading your comment..I rushed ..brought a paper and pen and noted down your songs..yes of course I know the movie Saaz..it has some beautiful songs..I have sakhi mand and kadhi tu already..am going to check out the others after I post the next part..thanks so much..as for your queschen..maybe they have masks..and we cant see who they are..kidding!!

@Mystory: dude..kya lines hai..swear one day..I am going to steal them..and say these belong to mystory and everyone will think they are mine..beautiful..

@Jess: Dil tho aakhir rook a sheesha hai..

@Jyothi: refreshing ..hai na..

ALL THOSE WHO PRESSED LIKE: me like 4

Next update coming up..

PART IV

A couple of days later..the morning sees the whole household discussing her application..Khusboo feigns low interest..Madhavi hides her approval..Daddee does not..Sunil shows his excitement..Akshay and his brother join in..and through it all she smiles with joy in her heart and tears in her eyes..

Sunil: Tum textile designing vaghera ka course lo..

Akshay: I agree iss naye mill project ke liye bahut kaam aayegaa..

Khusboo: Iss prospectus mein bahut saare courses hai..tumhe pata bhi hain tum karna kya chahtee ho..??

She: Woh mere paas kuch ideas hai..

Daadee: Tum job hi karogee mann lagake karogee tho kamiyaabhee zaroor paaogee..

He is seated away from her..looks up to her..she stands in between Daadee and Sunil holding the form..she glances at him..they break into a small smile..

Sunil: Dharam hamein chodke wapas aake tumhe leke jaayega..theek hai..all the best beta..

She: Jee..thank you..

Suddenly he feels inadequate..has nothing to tell her..yet so much to say..his words are empty..his heart is full..he is happy for her..he suddenly realizes what it means to be selflessly.. brazenly..boldly..blatantly..unabashedly happy for someone else..pure happiness..for someone else..he looks at her..and decides to tell her just that..but then suddenly the words that come out are..

He: Tum khush ho na?

She: Bahut..

He: All the best..Main aaoon tumhare saath..?

She: Nahin..Aapka kaam hai..main phone karoongee..

He: Bye..

She: (small smile): Bye..

Dharam is busy giving her a small history lesson while he drives down the crowded Fort area..he shows her the high court..and also fountain..and then turns into the beautiful breathtaking inroad of JJ school..she gets off..and the first thing she thinks of is she is in another world..so many youngsters spread in the campus..she is alone..her phone rings..to remind her..she is not..

He: Pahunch gayee..?

She: Haan..

He: Kaisa hai?

She: (looks at the large building): bahut aalishaan..ghar se bhi bahut bada..

He: (smiles): Tumhaari Dhulwaadi se bhi bada..

She: (small smile): Nahin..usse chotha..

He: Tum kho tho nahin jaaogee?

She: Main manzil ke itne paas hoon..ab kaisa khona..

He: (smiles): Kuch problem hua tho phone karna..

She signs up for textile and interior design..walks around the buildings..feeling the gothic structure..comes by groups of people hanging around katas (small stone benches) near the trees..

Dharam brings the car around..honking of cars..traffic..street hawkers being pushed away by policemen..the rush.. the smells..the craziness..the noise..calms her from within..she sits inside and calls him..

She: Main bahut khush hoon..

He: Aaj celeberate karein?

She: mandir chalte hain..

He: Come on yaar.!!.

She: Please..bhagwaan se aashirwaad lena achaa hota hai..

He: THeek hai..Dharam se kaho yahee aaye..aur main tumhe Mahim church leke jaata hoon..

She: Church?..lekin hum hindu hain..

He: Tum chalo tho sahee..

As she stands in the long line that winds outside of the St. Micheals Church..she is literally shocked to see so many hindus with garlands and coconuts in their hands..she even spots a couple of women in burkhas with little ones wearing kurtas and taqiyah..in front of her is a gujrati lady..she starts a conversation..he observes her..nodding..smiling..asking..and then suddenly..that small smile while she tucks her hair behind her ear..and the gujrati aunty grins at him..he grins back..

As the line moves..

He: Usne kya kahan?

She: yeheen ki who har budhwar ko..woh yahan! (pauses to think):..kya keh rahee thee..??

He: Noveena?

She: Haan uske liye aati hai..aur jo bhi maango mil jaata hai..

He: uske baad kya kahan..

She: (smiles): Kuch nahin..

He: (sulks): Main tumhe itni achee jagah le aaya..jao main baat nahin karta..

She: (holds his hand): Unhone kahan ki mere pati bahut chikna hai..

He: I knew it! (claps his hands): mujhe pata tha..tumne tho haan hi kahan hoga?

She: (rolls eyes): maine poocha kya chikna chuhe ko bolte hain..

He: Jhoot mat bolo..(hits her shoulder with his): tum naa keh na payee..

She: (ignores him and excitedly): chaliye ..andar aa gaye..

They enter the church..and the statue is surprisingly smaller than she expected..but the church itself is vast..the line to the statue moves..and she wonders if she is supposed to pray a certain way..she looks around..some cross their forheads and chest..some look upwards with palms half open..and then some fold their hands and close their eyes..and yet some like him put their hands in their pockets and wade through the crowds..so many people..externally different..yet similar within..each one akin within the diversity..all melting here..in front of a force..hopes and beliefs interchange..they have reached the statue..he stares at her peaceful face..he feels serene within..she looks at him..he is her hope..she is his belief..together yet singular..much like the crowds around them..

The drive back is pepped mostly by Dharam's chatter..how his family comes every Wednesday..Mahim church ki devi ma..they smile at each other..and there on the back seat..their hands resting intertwined..

Night has set into the room..she is showing him the list of books..the course work..he is impressed..she looks worried..

She: Aap meri madat karenge na?

He: Of course..lekin tum khud kar logee..dekh lena..

She: Main yahan tak aapke bina nahi aa paatee..aage bhi nahin jaa paaongee..

He stares at her..wants to tell her..he needs her more than she needs him..

She: Kahaan kho gaye?

He: (hugs her tight..her head on his chest..his fingers pushing her hair back): Main kaise kho sakta hoon..jab meri manzil mere itne paas hai..

He tightens his hold around her..she clutches his T shirt..they hold each other for a long time..

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teri meri angni mangni
ang sang laagi sangni
sang le jaaun
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Review Mandatory

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Note: This update is a homage to my beloved Bombay..she burns..she rises..she dissolves..she evolves..she loves..she hopes..she weaves..she aspires..she collects..she deflates..she holds..she cries..she laughs..she bleeds..she heals..she is you..she is me..she is all..she is one..

If you are a Bombayite you shall always heave a sigh when you enter JJ school of Art..in the midst of one of the busiest roads of Bombay lies this gothic structure..with sprawling green under the polluted air..headed once upon a time by none other than Rudyard Kipling;s father..and has produced some of the greatest artists in the world..If you are a Bombayite you shall say a prayer at Mahim Church no matter what you were born as..

If you are not a Bombayite do add these two places in your vast list to visit the next time you are there..they shall touch you as much as the rest..

Bombay meri jaan..

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oh my god u posted the next part..will read n comment on both part 3 n 4,,i didnt get time to comment..work beckons u see..
saaz update made me feel speechless..
bu have some work to do with a deadline..so tomoro i'll give u lengthy comment..by the time u might add another update but i'll comment to part 3 n 4 first whenever i get time..bye for now..

Saaz, Hope you're well and brilliant SS honey! I'm so glad you started this SS..but I'm hoping you'll convert it to a FF soon just like before. Looking forward to your updates.👏😍👍🏼

Note: This update is a homage to my beloved Bombay..she burns..she rises..she dissolves..she evolves..she loves..she hopes..she weaves..she aspires..she collects..she deflates..she holds..she cries..she laughs..she bleeds..she heals..she is you..she is me..she is all..she is one..

If you are a Bombayite you shall always heave a sigh when you enter JJ school of Art..in the midst of one of the busiest roads of Bombay lies this gothic structure..with sprawling green under the polluted air..headed once upon a time by none other than Rudyard Kipling;s father..and has produced some of the greatest artists in the world..If you are a Bombayite you shall say a prayer at Mahim Church no matter what you were born as..

If you are not a Bombayite do add these two places in your vast list to visit the next time you are there..they shall touch you as much as the rest..

Bombay meri jaan..

SO TRUE ... Mumbai is Mumbaai !!!!

Never Say Die !!!!!

Kya karoon Saaaz.. ur writing is like that.. we are greedy... Part 3 - not much of Shanak but I loved it for the simple situations and interactions...
Part 4 - Khanak is going to join college.. hmm.. waiting for the other side of her...

Dhyameeettt... kashachi aatwaan kaadhlis ga... che ga... 😭

Lovelyyy part !!