~Mahsoos~
Part 1
"how can I merry any man pappa? It's not right. I can't..."she
looked at her self through the big oval mirror that covered half of the
wall. She frustratingly kicked the bin near her foot. Extremely annoyed
with the fact how could her father; her angel father come with a
proposal of marriage. She is not ready and surly she never had a dream
about this marriage thing to wizzee in her life at the age of 19. Yes
it's India where it's usual for a girl to be married at this age, but not
in middle of the study. Pathetic. Ungraceful.
She twists her
lips. It's a day to impress her dad to say no to this proposal. She
slides the door of her build in wall cupboard. It's big, big enough to
fit several geet in. She rests her hand on the slim waist with agitating
look. Scanning, top to bottom quickly to choose a traditional cloth that
would bring a smile on her dadys face.
"practice geet! Practice" she
have tried the phrase of
no to this marriage numerous time with every
emotion she could name. The cute eyes, aggressive no to even a pleading please . All she could hope that it will work with tint of charm. Her self
esteem, specially to the man of the house is highly low. Her mouth would
not stop behind there back but when it eventually comes to a phase to
speak up, she chickens out.
Rano makes a grand entry, lovingly
looking at her daughter with a worrying face. Cloths scattered all over
the ground. Wondering how after marriage this girl will look after her
self and there son in law maan.
"what have you done? Look at this place! It's a mess." she observed the double king size bed to.
"
what
can I do mama, you know I have to convince papa to say no to this
marriage. I can't, god forbids me to even think about the word marriage.
I have to say, it's impossible and I can't mama.""why don't you open that mouth in front of your dad. Not here, in front of me.""to
be precise, I am trying. Cursing this lips you know. Why it forgets
it's words when this eyes sees dad? I tell you mama they all are no
good. All making me weak" she expressed her frustration on eyes and lips
while taking cloths after cloths from the cupboard. Holding each dress,
observing very carefully what it would bring out of her and help
towards the word sympathy.
Rano rolled her eyes with a pathetic look and starts collecting the dress up from the floor.
Geet
gathered the courage to walk down the long stair, gazing over to the
big hall way, Waiting for her dad to look. Understand her plead, but it
all seemed odd, there was few other peoples. New face that she never have seen,
except the elderly lady who she have encountered many time before in the
school and collage. She wore White top to bottom. A sign of a wedo. Her
pearl necklace glittered even from far, indicating how expensive it
perhaps be, along with the matching earring. Geet may act normal and
simple but she would not refuse that how attracted she is to jewelry. Her
half wardrobe would be filled with Many new things every week, but she
always had good eyes for rare object.
'
geet,' a croaky voice from
other side of the hall called. It's no other then her dad, waiting. '
do
come here, look who is here, it's khurana.'Geet slowly walked
towards them with a sigh look, observing from the oldest to the
youngest. 5 stranger along with her dad and then comes her grand pa,
joining what seems like a Mutual conversation. Grand father was rather
oddly happy. He never had a good eyes for her. Taunting her for no
reason most of the time.
"
sit down geet!" gran spoke out in a
demanding voice. Geet uncomfortably smiled and was making her way when
she felt her mother hands at her back for support. Oh she didn't like
this. From there face, and the judgment.
"
sit down beta," geets dad pats on the cream leather sofa with a smile. A different smile when he wants geet to make him proud.
***
Yeh kitabon ke Qissay, yeh fasano ki baatain
Nigahon Ki Jhilmil Judai Ki Ratain''.
Muhabbat ki Qasmain, nibhane ke vaade
ye dhoka wafa ka yeh jhoote iraadey
Yeh batain kitabi ,yeh nazmain purani
na inn ki haqiqat na in ki kahani
Na likhna inhain, na mehfooz karna
yeh jazbay hain bass in ko mehsoos karna
by muskanup
The
soft fluffy fur felt like a heaven. He stroked gently anticipating with
the music to come to it's pick. His sister sat at the center of the big
empty room, playing piano with with mahsoos... And felt the beauty. He
tapped his finger across the cold radiator, smoothly feeling the
texture. Loving the feel of something that invites him in.
"maan, don't you think this music is beautiful!"Maan
concentrates with his ear to here where the noise was exactly coming
from. It echoed as the music stopped. His breathing became rapid along
with the soft tender voice to locate her in the room. He spines,
twisting and walked straight towards the piano.
"indeed, you have learned well.""no this music is beautiful"She takes her long finger and rests on the open blank book with dots, scanning across horizontally feeling the texture.
"thank
you!" she smiled at her brother. Music is about feeling and falling in
love. And her brother knew the right thing. His M shape lips moved
upward forming a smile that would anyone could die for. He softly took
his sister hand and directs her way from the piano.
"would you play
for me? I haven't hard you for long time. I am very exited. Please
maan, do play." her pleading voice could never be ignored. It's his only
sister after all. He took the sit on the tall stool, brushing his hand
along the Brail texture on the wooden book. He stopped in half way, realizing how beautiful the rhythm would sound. The deep, dark yet there
was tint of light...
"geet, that's the music called. Have you ever plaid before?"Maan concentrated on the word geet again. Rather fascinated by the rhythm.
"no- no I haven't. Who have lend you this?""a friend, now please play."Maan
smiled. He held her soft small palm and directed to the side to stand
still on the spot. He pressed his long finger on the bored and then
quickly brushed his right along, a soft gentle rhythm plaid with
perfection which took his breath way. The melody, a new melody filled
the room with breathtaking feeling skipping there heart, feeling the
pain, the love, the passions... A cocktail of emotion...
A small tear dropped out of annis eyes, twinkling with light...
"love can be sweet yet painful..."***
Grandmother
along with maans mother walks in to there big mansion. Walking in to
the hallway. Avantika took a sigh breath. How wonderful the news will be
to anni and maan. He eventually getting a married and that to a girl
who will look after him forever.
"maan, maan..." his grandmother called out in excitement. They did not want to delay or let alone let
anything else delay this matter. This marriage far more special. It's her
grandson wedding.
words meaning
braille- dots that blind people uses to read...
next- "I am not a donkey from a road who needs someone's support!" he indirectly heart his mother
first part is up, not sure how you all will like it
bu i will be so happy if you press the like and
do let me know...
Edited by FIRESafiReFIRE - 12 years ago
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