Main rahoon yaa na rahoon..
~In losing myself, I found you ~
"Raman!!" Her chirpy voice echoed in the house as she twirled around, blindfolded to catch him.
He too ran around while escaping her. He teased her by tickling and then running away.
Her black curls were flowing freely and her green anarkali was spreading in full length. Dupatta tied in a knot near the waist.
"Raman... Kahan hai aap?" She again called out.
(Where are you Raman?)
"Kyu.. Jhasi ki Rani... Kya hua? Abb pakkad ke dikhao!" Raman challenged her.
(Why jhasi ki rani.. What happened.. Catch me if you can!)
She was standing there with her hands on her waist, "Pakkad toh lungi aapko Ravan Kumar.. Bachoge nahi..!" She replied as she began moving forward.
(I will catch you for sure.. Ravan Kumar.. There's no doubt in that!)
Raman stood nearby, leaning on the wooden frame as he enjoyed watching his wife struggling to find him.
"Pakkad liya..!" She said while catching hold of the rose bushes. Raman laughed, "Oye.. Plant hai woh..!"
(Caught you!)
(Oh.. That's a plant!)
She made a face, "Opps..! Koi nahi.. Bahout maza aa raha hai abhi... Jab aapki baari aayegi..tab dekhenge!"
(Oops.. No problem.. I know you are enjoying.. We'll see when your chance will come)
"Tumhe pakkad na mushkil thodi hai... Tum itni aawaz karti ho bhagte hue.. Koi behra bhi pakkad le!" Raman said.
(Catching you is easy.. You make so much noise while running that even a deaf can catch you easily.)
She scratched her head cutely as her bangles jingled, "Khair chhodo, don't distract me Raman."
(Leave it.. Don't distract me Raman!)
"Of course, as you say mam! Lekin tum phir bhi mujhe nahi pakkad paugi.."
(Of course as you say mam! But even then you cannot catch me)
A little ahead of where she was standing, there was a tiny puddle. She stepped forward, and as expected, she slipped.
"Ouchhh!"
"Ishita!" Raman immediately ran towards her and caught her before she was hurt. "Tum thik toh ho?" He asked in a worried tone.
( are you okay?)
He helped her in getting the blindfold off. She could see the worry in his eyes.
"Main thik hu Raman!" She assured him.
(I'm fine Raman)
"Pakka?!" He asked unsure as he gently dusted off the dirt from her arms.
(Sure?)
"Haan.. Raman..! Main bilkul thik hu..!" She assured him again.
(Yes Raman, I'm perfectly fine!)
"Kya thik hu? Dekho chot lagi hai.." Raman said while showing her few scratches on her arm.
(What fine... See you are injured!)
"Mere budhhu Kumar.. Isse chot nahi kharoch kehte hai..!" She replied.
(My Silly Kumar... These aren't wounds.. They are called scratches)
"Whatever!" Raman said as he gently blew air on her scratches. "Jyaada dard toh nahi ho raha..?" He asked concerned.
(Is it paining?)
She moved her head in negative. Those weren't deep wounds, only some scratches yet her husband was so worried. She smiled at his concern. Her eyes were moist seeing his love for her. She moved her fingers through his black thickness, as she touched her forehead with his. A teardrop or two fell down. He cupped her face and with his thumb wiped them away.
"I love you Raman!" She said as she hugged him tight.
Raman smiled and murmured "I love you too!"
He woke up with a jerk. He looked around, confused. A moment before, he was in the verandah and other, he's in his study room, on his desk with piles of files scattered around.
Ek aur khwaab!
(Another Dream!)
He rubbed his eyes as he glanced the clock. It was 4:30 in the morning. He was working late night yesterday, tired from all day's work, he didn't even realized when sleep took over.
"Kabhi bhi kisi ladki ko ek workaholic se shaadi nahi karni chahiye...Sara ka sara office ghar utha laate hai aap!" He could hear her complain.
(A girl should never marry a workaholic.. you have turned our house into office)
"My darrlinngg... Aapka yeh workaholic pati aapke liye he toh kaam karta hai.. Kaam nahi karunga toh ghar kaise chalega?" He would reply. She would just smile with a nod.
(My darrlinngg... your workaholic husbands works only for you... if I will not work then, how will we run our house?)
He sighed as he got up from the chair and went ahead to the kitchen. He needed a strong coffee badly. He placed a pan on the stove as he waits for it to boil. He loved his coffee strong and less sweet, while she preferred her coffee with lots of cream and sugar. He remember once by mistake she sipped from his cup and her reaction was hilarious.
"Yuck Raman.. Yeh coffee hai yaa karela extract? Yuck..! You seriously spoiled my taste.. kaise peete ho ise? Koi taste he nahi hai.. Just bitter!"
(Yuck Raman.. this is a coffee or bitter guard extract? Yuck.. you seriously spoiled my taste.. how can you even drink this? Tasteless.. bitter)
He smiled as he visualized her expressions. Suddenly he felt something hot on his hand. He was so lost that he didn't even realize when the pan started overflowing. He immediately switched off the gas. He closed his eyes, Aaj kyu itni yaad aa rahi ho!
(Why am I missing you today?)
He poured himself the leftover coffee and moved towards the living area. He opened the sliding door which made an annoying creaking noise. "Raman.. Aap se kitni baar kaha hai ki darwaza aawaz kar raha hai, use thik karva do.. Lekin aapko toh sunna he nahi hai!"
(Raman.. I have told you many times that the door making creaking noises.. call someone to repair it.. but no.. you don't want to listen!)
He went inside, and sat down on the couch lazily. He closed his eyes and a series of events began playing before his eyes. The first time he met her, a chanced encounter in the city of dreams. A smile craved on his face as he remembered the first movie they watched together. Or better say she watched, coz he was busy watching her. She seemed so ethereal every time that everything around her would just dissolve into oblivion. Crazy, that's what she used to call him.
He blushed as he remembered how it felt to hold her in his arms and watch her fall asleep. It felt surreal holding her, caressing her face, removing those tiny wisps of hair softly and kissing her forehead lightly enough not to wake her. A chuckle escaped. A gentle, cool breeze broke his trance. He moved towards the open window and looked through it. The weather was pleasant with grey blanket enveloping the sky. The rose bushes were dancing to the tunes of breeze. Roses.. When she was planting them, "Roses?! Achanak!" He had asked.
(Roses?! Suddenly!)
"Red roses symbolize love..!"
"Jo humare beech beinteha hai !" He said huskily.
(Oh.. it is in abundance b/w us!)
"Beshak!" She replied.
(Undoubtedly)
He had spent months trying to imagine how it would feel and when it happened, no words in his dictionary could describe that feeling perfectly. A dream, that's what she was for him, the biggest dream and the most beautiful reality. She seemed to be the best answer to every wish of his heart.
He took a deep breathe as the sky opened up for a fulfilling shower. Saying that she loved rain was an understatement, she's crazy about rains. Once she would be out in rain, it is the most difficult task to get her back. "Raman aaye aap bhi !" She would insist but he is no less. "Tumhe shauk hoga apne kapde gile karne ka.. Mujhe nahi hai !" He would reply.
(Raman.. Pls come!)
(You are interested in getting your clothes all drained.. I'm not!)
When she smiled, it felt as if he didn't need any more reason to live and the moment a tear would begin its journey in her eyes, his heart would break into a thousand pieces. It feels as if those brown eyes were made only for him to get lost in. If he was a word,she was his definition. Every time he would begin sharing all this with her, she would smile and he would go mum for this was a sight for him to behold.
I really need to see her!
Suddenly, the door bell rang! As he opened the door, his face brightened and carved into a wide smile.
"Ishita!"
"Surprise!!!" She said chirping. His happiness knew no bounds. He was seeing her after long 12hrs... Like really long !! You can't imagine how difficult task it is. He took her into his embrace with a smile of satisfaction lingering on their faces...
******
This it !
Thank you for bearing it !!
😳
Edited by pcnsb - 9 years ago
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