My genre is romance as we all like it.. Horror well lets say I will indulge in playing with all genres being a part of the story.. But yes Dil Ki Awaaz is all romance..
Continued..
Jaise woh nikle apne raasthe par.. baarish ke boondhe ghirne lagi.. He stopped his car.. He never liked the rain.. Par aaj kuch alag tha.. He put his right hand outside the window and let the raindrops fill his palms.. The touch of the cold water on his palm had brought a smile on his face..
His phone rang.. He picked it up..
Ram: Haan bolo Rishab..
Rishab: Bhai aap nahi aayenge na.. He said with disappointment in his face. He knew his brother..
Ram let out a sigh.. Everything he ever did was for his family.. A family he loved.. Aaunga Rishab..
Rishab: With twinkle in his eyes.. Thanks Bhai..
Ram grinned.. He nodded in negative. He closed his eyes.. And leaned on the head rest..he put his left hand in the pocket of his blazer and removed an envelope.. He could smell fresh Jasmine.. He opened his eyes.. It was a beautiful red crape paper.. With a white ribbon tied around it..
He pulled the ribbon and it slipped away..
He opened the envelope and took a letter out..
Mr. Kapoor,
Hum jaanthe hai ki aapne tasveer aur chaabiyaan dekhthe hi ghar pohunchgaye.. Bina khath pade.. Aur ab baarish ki boondon ki ehsaas ke saath iss khath ko padrahe hai.. Ram was surprised.. How could anyone know..
Tik ek saal pehele aapne iss makaan ki nilaami ke waqt.. Bade kwaish lekar aaye the.. Lekin iss makaan ki rakham ko humne anmol banadiya.. Aur aap isko khareedh nahi paaye.. He smiled..
Aaj shayad aapke paas sab kuch hai.. Lekin uss din aapki aankhon mein iss makaan keliye joh jhalak thi.. Hum jaanthe hai ki jaise humaare paayal ki chanak aapki aankoh ki woh jhalak aaj bhi barkaraar hai..
Aaj iss bin mausam ki barsaath ki sandesa samajlijiye iss khath ko..
Aapne saare zindagi baaki sab ki naam kardi.. Ab toda teherjaayiye.. Ek pal, ek lamha.. Ek choti nazar daaliye iss safar par.. Shayad aap apne aapko phirse doondpaaye..
Ab tik baara bhajgaya hoga.. He looked at his watch and his eyes were wide open as the watch ticked 12.. He looked quickly back to the letter..
Ab iss makaan sahi maine mein aapka hua.. Janam din mubaarak hai aapko..
Aapko justuju jiski thi.. Usko toh paaliya aapne..
Aap soch rahe honge ki hum kaun hai.. Zindagi ki iss lambi safar mein..
Kab mile the, Kab ki bichadgaye..
Aapko ruswaa na kiya.. Na karenge..
Aapke,
Hum.
Ram smiled thinking.. Yeh kaun hai.. But there was no distress.. His life was empty.. Nothing more left to acomplish.. Har din ek jaisa tha.. Par aaj iss chitti ne iss din ko anmol bana diya tha.. He smiled..
His thought drifted to the handwriting.. Flowy and beautiful.. Each word weighed emotions.. He smiled and put the letter back into the envelope.. He placed the envelope in the inner pocket of his blazer..
He started his car and drove away lost in the fragrance that the envelope had.. The handwriting.. The words.. Those feet seemed to have captivated his heart.. That was all he knew of her.. That was all he heard of her.. And the letter was all that she left of hers..
To be continued..
