Thousand Deaths

Lying in her lap of stripped pajama, which was hugging her legs, she was wearing a grey tshirt with 'Yogametrics' written on it.

He was intently staring at her face.

Left out kohl from last night in her almond shaped eyes, she was looking out the big glass window at the coconut trees which were waving to the tune of breeze, in the early morning sunshine, her hair were brushing her cheeks and she was adjusting them to the back of her ear with her slender fingers,her nails were painted with maroon nail paint, which is coming off from the edges of the nails, she was holding a white cup of water in her hands,and those rose petal shaped lips which were dry so she was smacking to wet them, and drinking some water from the cup, as some kind of health ritual.

She looked down at him and said "Stop staring" and corners of her lips get curled up.

"Why?" He asked.

"You are making me feel conscious."

He smiled and said "Please let me."

And she smiled some more, and said 

"But you deleted my number from your contact list."

He smiled and said "To save myself."

"Save yourself from what?"

"From a heartbreak." He said.

She enquired "It worked?"

"A bit. Its more like I build and big dam, but the waves came crashing so hardly on to it that it broke."

She laughed and said "You are crazy."

"Only for you." He retorted with a wink.

"Gosh! You are cheesy."

And than they were silent for couple of minutes.

She puts the cup on the side table and closed her eyes, and took a deep sigh, and said 

"You need to stop trying now, its not possible. Just not possible. My emotions are not the same anymore."

He turned to the other side of the bed pulled a pillow to rest his head, cleared his throat and with wrinkles on his forehead asked 

"Is there someone else?"

"No.No,there is nobody. I am not even looking for anybody, just waiting for my parents to find a suitable match."

He closed his eyes, and pulled the blanket over himself and buried his face in the pillow and said "You're too cold hearted." wondering what can he do to make her love him. And his thoughts ran haywired thinking of ways to make her stay, but deep down he knows that everything he can think of, is not going to yield any positive result.

She was silently sitting with closed eyes, her head bent to the left, making the mole on the back of her neck clearly visible, which he always wanted to kiss.

He straightened up himself in the bed, and said 

"Its not in our control, who we fall for. But it's pretty much in our control to run away from it."

She opened her eyes and looked at him in amazement and asked "And how do you plan to do that?"

"I will think of all the bad things I can think about you. Will delete your number. Unfriend you on Facebook. Delete our chats. So on and so forth."

"So, we won't see each other anymore.?"

"Precisely. Because every time I see you. It's kinda of reminder to me that you can't be mine.

It's a reminder that sooner than later you will be married to someone else. And inside feels like dying a thousand deaths."

And with these words he get down from the bed, picked his cigarette box and lighter and said " Goodbye,stranger!"

'Mehfil mein teri
Hum naa rahe jo
Gham toh nahi hai
Qisse humaare nazdeeqiyon ke
Kam toh nahi hai'

Give My Regards to Soul and Romance

The policeman knocked on his window and told him to move his car.The queue in front of him is getting longer, so he reluctantly crawled his car few inches and checked the time,still five minutes remaining for the arrival of flight,so he rolled down his window turned off the engine and increased the volume of the radio.

A swarm of people were filling the place, going from god knows where to god knows where.The cars were queuing up at the back, and the policemen were doing the rounds and asking everyone to move their vehicles.

People were coming out from different gates, some with heavy luggage strolling the trolleys managing their kids, some in airline uniforms, some were wearing full winter gears though the temperature is touching 40 degrees, and some were wearing the bare minimums,some with straight face, few with a smile and few with swollen eyes.

Meanwhile the policeman came again, so he moved his car few more inches and changed the radio station, John Denver was at his melodious best with "Country Roads". 

He was staring at the arrival gates discreetly lost in his thoughts, he got his eyes affixed on a dusky woman, coming out of the arrival gates, who must be in her late 30's little taller than others walking around her, wearing a green kurta with blue demins and skechers' shoes,yellow and blue floral print scarf was loosely tied around her neck. Gold coloured cotton bag with aqua green straps was slung around her shoulder.As she neared his car, she took out her mobile and dialled some number but in vain, which can be deciphered from the dejection at her face. She than came near a big steel dustbin and took out her cigarette box and started searching for a lighter in her bag with no luck, then she searched the outer pockets of her stroller and met the same fate.

He was still innately staring her, meanwhile the mobile on his dashboard beeped and the message read "Landed Bro! 20mins more", he put the mobile back and took the lighter and his cigarette box and went near to the same dustbin, where the lady was still searching her bag for a lighter with cigarette pursed between her lips.

He light his cigarette and offered her the light, so she bought her pursed lips near his hand and took a really long drag from her cigarette and thanked him.

He asked "Long flight?" to which she confirmed.

Than they were silent for a minute. 

She was staring at some distant object, lost in her thoughts. 

And out of the blue she asked "How long does it take to reach Airport from Greater Kailash?"

He gulped the smoke and went little near the dustbin to make the ash fall into it and said "About 30 minutes."

She again took out her mobile and dailed some number and met the earlier fate.

Mellow voice of Bob Dylon was coming from the car's radio. 

She said "They have wasted the Nobel on him."

He protested " I beg to differ ma'am. He is a phenomenal artist, and I am a big fan."

She furthered the argument "That explains your bias...Mister. I think giving such prestigious awards to Rockstars, is only going to dwarf the importance of it."

He retorted "Well! Call me biased or whatever you want ma'am but I think this is a big time recognition of the artist, which was long due."

She smiled and said "Even I like Bob Dylon and his songs, but I have always held Nobel in high regards and this is something I least expected."

He said "Have you expected Obama?...I bet you didn't"

And than there was a pause in conversation.

He continued  "So, who is your favourite singer?"

Without a pause she replied "It has always been Rafi Sahab."

He smiled and sang "Kya hua tera vada..."

And bigger smile came to her face and she said "Oh! Those were the days."

He introduced himself "Hello! I am Abbas!"

"I am Shefali"

"If you want, I can drop you at Greater Kailash"

She didn't said anything for few seconds and took out another cigarette from her box and took a long drag from it, and said 

"Thanks! I will manage."

"Are you sure?"

"Okay! Lets just wait five more minutes, if my driver don't show up, you sure can drop me." and she offered him the cigarette she was smoking, which he took from her hand.

He quizzically asked "Rafi Sahab!.. Sounds quite old school.. So what do you do?"

She replied 

"I am working as a freelance journalist"

"That explains the aura of sophistication."

She blushed and took back the cigarette and smoked.And asked 

"Why such affinity for Bob Dylon?"

"You know, I always thought artists like him have always stood out in the crowd by the sheer brilliance of their work.Be it Beatles or Coldplay, and for that matter Dylon is no exception."

He took her stroller and kept it on the backseat of his car, and changed his mobile profile to airplane mode.

As they were passing those giant billboards along the way she asked

"Can we grab a Cuppa coffee somewhere?"

"Sure.. What about cuppa tea."

"Sounds cool to me."

And he pulled over near a roadside chai wala.

As the small kid with torn clothes came with two terracotta glasses of chai in his hands, she said 

"I hate this thing about these roadside vendors."

"What?" He asked.

"Child labor... I feel for these kids."

"Have you ever thought about any alternative? Because I think if they don't work somewhere, they'll  beg, borrow or steal."

She took a deep sigh and said 

"That's one way to look at it."

And she got lost in her thoughts staring at the road in front of her.

As they crossed 'Chirag Delhi', he asked 

"Do you know the adress?"

"Oh yes! Auntie texted me the address this morning only." And she scrolled through her text messages in her mobile and read the address to him.

He confirmed to her that they are almost there.

And both of them remained silent till they reached the destination.

As they reached, he rechecked the adress with her, and stopped the car right outside plush bungalow of her auntie.

As he took out her stroller, he said " It was a pleasant surprise knowing you, Sheffali."

 She smiled and shook her hand and with a wink she said "Likewise Mr. Dylon."

He laughed and said 

"How can I contact some freelance journalist, if I have some news that are worth sharing."

She blushed and smiled and said "You already know the address.. Let's leave the rest on fate."

He smiled too and left the place humming the song of Rafi Sahab "Aaj mausam bada... Beimaan hai bada.."

And she remained stationary till the time he turned his car and came back where she was standing and she said quoting the lyrics of the song 'Human' by Killers 

"Give my regards to soul and romance."

And he completed the line by saying 

"They always did the best they could."

Little Did She Know

There she was,her hair undone with little hint of red in the middle, sweat beads on her forehead, eyes wide open, biting her lower lip, clutching the bedcover with her fist.

Couple of nurses were dragging her stretcher from above, while her better half was walking backwards briskly with one hand he was holding her foot and with other he was holding the handle of the stretcher.In her labour pain she was murmuring "wahe guru!, wahe guru!"

Suddenly the alarm rang, and she was woken from another nightmare, turned to the other side of the bed to grab the bottle of water and gulped some, snoozed the alarm went back to sleep but in vain.The hospital scene kept coming back to her mind ,and she kept tossing and turning on her bed. 

And the alarm rang again and now she can't sleep anymore, she has to wake up and live the life as usual.

She has to get her son ready for the school, prepare lunch for him,drop him at bus stop and do lot other chores.

While she was at breakfast table with her husband and father in-law, she told them about the nightmare and her husband patted her knuckles and father in-law told her "Keep faith in Wahe Guru.Everything is gonna be alright" which bought a meek smile on her face, but deep down she still wants to burst out in tears and cry her heart out.

The very thought of that night and the nights that succeed is giving her shudders.She is weak both mentally and physically.She is only 29 years old and into her seventh year of wedlock, with a son who is 5.

After her husband and his father left for their jobs, she surfed through channels on her television set, didn't found anything enough to divert her thoughts, so she turned it off and went to the book shelf and took out the Guru Granth Sahib, covered her head with dupatta and start reading it 

"Even kings and emperors, with mountains of property and oceans of wealth - these are not even equal to an ant, who does not forget God." 

And she recalled another quote in her mind, she read somewhere else "Dukh mai simran sab karen, sukh mai kare na koi. Jo sukh mai simran karen, to dukh kaye ko hove"

and a smirk appeared on her lips, and she read the Granth further 

For each and every person, our Lord and Master provides sustenance. Why are you so afraid, O mind? The flamingos fly hundreds of miles, leaving their young ones behind. Who feeds them, and who teaches them to feed themselves? Have you ever thought of this in your mind?

All this and much more bought some transistory peace to her.

Meanwhile the doorbell buzzed and it was her son.He came running and hugged her tightly, she ruffled his sweat filled hair and kissed his forehead and changed his clothes while he kept his jibber jabber on, about what happened in the school. She smiled at the empty lunchbox as she checked his school bag, and asked "Puttar! You liked the pronthas?" to which he nodded.

And than he asked "What happened to my new born sister?". She starts sobbing and took handful of napkins from the napkin box on the table and covered her eyes and face.The little boy asked "What happened mumma?."

To which she cleared her throat and wiped her tears and told him "Puttar! She deserved a better a place to live. So she left us all, for her heavenly abode." He nodded.

She opened the Guru Granth Sahib that was lying there on the table and read to him 

He Himself makes the mortals anxious, and He Himself takes the anxiety away.

To which he smiled. And they had their lunch.

She went to her bedroom and lay down on bed and recalled everything, and it feels like yesterday to her, when she was rushed to hospital to deliver a premature child of 6.5 months and doctor assured her that the child is fully developed except for the lungs, for which they will keep the child under observation, to which she readily agreed and left the child in the hospital and did all the rituals of taking bath and distributing sweets and what not.

Little did she know that in just couple of days the things will go upside down.

After two days of observation doctor called her husband and said "Sorry, your daughter is no more."

Hell broke on them.

And she turned to bury her face in the wet pillow as her son entered the room with his homework.

And after years of faith and believe in Nanak she is blessed with a girl child, which she named as RavNoor(God's Light).

Today she reads the Granth to her daughter who is 3years now.

They, who have no eyes in their face, are not called blind. They alone are blind, O Nanak, who stray away from their Lord.

Little did she knew,that someday all that pain and agony will become a distant memory, and she stuck to her Lord.

Time Long Past

The flight was at 3 pm. She was getting her son ready, who is only 10 and he kept running and she kept following him, finally she got a hold of him and made him wear the jacket as the temperature outside is in single digit  and combed his hair and put on his Winnie the Pooh cap and pecked his forehead and told him to go to his daddy downstairs.

While she made a bun of her tresses and applied some kohl in her eyes and gloss on her lips and saw that mole on the right side of her upper lip in the mirror and gave a sly smile to self.

And all the while the lucky bastard was busy arranging the luggage in the cab.She came down and they left for airport.

As they were done with the security check and were heading towards the entry gate, the kid rushed into the book store which was open on all sides and started picking books with big mutli coloured cartoons and caricatures on their covers.

She followed the kid and left the lucky bastard along with luggage in the aisle.

The kid picked bunch of books and together they  proceeded to cash counter and her eyes fell on book with a melancholic cover and the title reads as "I love you Chandler Bing" by Rolling Stone, she felt a pang in her heart and hastily picked it up and flipped through the pages and read the reviews on the back of its cover.

And as she further buried herself in the book and was going through the acknowledgment and prologue and list of other books by the same writer, her lips get curled and crack appeared on the side of her eyes and she was smiling from within and in friction she time travelled to time long past.

And recalled the poem by Shelly.

There were sweet dreams in the night 

Of Time long past: 

And, was it sadness or delight, 

Each day a shadow onward cast 

Which made us wish it yet might last— 

That Time long past. 

Fishes In The Water

The metro was trembling on the tracks, and we two were standing in the aisle with our heavy luggage lined up against us. He was having his eyes in an oscillation from the map in his hands to the watch on his wrist and he was getting restless while I was busy feasting my eyes with the beauty around. He said "Dude I don't think we are going to make it."

"Oh BC don't say that."

He than showed me the map and told me that we are two stations behind our destination.

I asked "What to do now?"

He suggested we can run and reach because if we consider the halting time of metro at each station we will miss the bus, to which I agreed.

And than we two were running like mad dogs on the street with bag on each shoulder and a stroller to drag, our t-shirts were drenched in sweat and I can almost feel my lungs in my throat, and we need to cross the road for which we have to take a foot over bridge with some 50 stairs, sight of which almost made me give up, but by the time he has already climbed half of them, which gave me some inspiration and he shouted from above 

"Run Lola Run" which made me laugh and I started the ascent, which felt like trekking the Everest.

As we were on the other side of the road and started to run after coming down from those 50 something stairs he bent to his knees and was gasping for breath and than I shouted "Run Lola Run" and we both laughed and started to run.

And as the light turned red for the pedestrians, he took out the water bottle and poured the water on his face and tossed the bottle to me and I aped him.

We can see the bus station clearly from the traffic light and we ran again and I took out the tickets and checked the bus number and he spotted it. A man in crsip white shirt and blue denims with a cigarette in his hand was shutting the luggage section of the bus and a fat brunette with horned rimmed glasses  and white shirt and blue tie with yellow stripes was sitting on the steering with a typical german smile. As she has closed the doors I knocked on her window, which she rolled down and I showed her ticket, she shifted her glasses over her head and read and returned the ticket and get down the bus with a frown on her face and said something in german to which I said "English Please!" and she gave a fake smile and said " You are late." and I smiled back still trying to catch my breath. She adjusted our luggage and opened the door of the bus.

We boarded and collapsed to our seats. Girl sitting next to me smiled and offered me the water as I was still gasping, she was a dusky girl with black hair and eyebrows piercing, I accepted the water and sat quietly, he was sitting in the seat across to me and looked back said "Amstrefuckingdam it is!" and gave me a high five.

And after crossing vast stretches of picturesque green fields with wind mills and and tall glass buildings all along the way, we were finally at Sloterdjick again dipping our noses in the map. And after much of photo clicking and cheap food hunting and metro and tram ride we were at our hotel room overlooking the canal.

And as the east of sky is showing some signs of light I went down and sat on the boat in the canal wind was chilly and all house the by canal looks somewhat similar and I started taking long drags from my cigarette looking at people running and walking and cycling from god know where to God knows where.

My contemplative mood was on I was thinking about life in general and suddenly my thoughts drifted to the memory of all the good times I had with my honey.

And the boat rocked a little and he was standing right behind me.

"Why so serious dude! You are in Amstredam! Man!".

I told him what's going on in my mind.

He sat next to me and said "Put your hands in the water" 

"But why?"

"Do as i say"

So i did.

He asked "What do you feel?"

I told him " There are lot of fishes in the water."

And a smirk came on his lips.

"That's what I want you to know." And he left and said "See you at breakfast bro!"

I smiled and as he was walking back, a girl in yoga pants and running shoes was coming nearer and she stops. It took me a while to place that she is the same girl sitting next to me in bus. She waved and said  "Hi."

And asked " Can I join you" to which I agreed.

And he looked back and shouted "Lot of fishes in the water."

And rest is history.

Happy Ever After!!!

As I walked down the staircase with my friend she was standing there reading something on the notice board in her pink jacket with a hint of fur in the hood, her hairs were tied in a ponytail just above her neck, her cheeks were pink and red with marks of acne on them.And she glanced at the staircase and our eyes met for a friction of seconds and she again continued reading the notice board.

I told my friend to wait for me outside as i went to check out the notice board and her obviously.

She was tall and fairly fair, the pink of her jacket and heat that one feel when wearing layers of clothes that are excess for indoors are giving more plumb to her already pinkish cheeks. And her ears were red with the heat ,with little gold rings in them. She glanced at me with those big black eyes with not so big eye lashes and curved brows over them she ruffled her hairs to the back of her ear with her long slender fingers and I smiled, to which she sheepishly smiled and went inside the admin room. 

I went outside and told my friend " Bro! I am in love!"

He said " Not again. And laughed loudly"

I told him " Look if i see her again today than she is the one"

" But we are not going to wait for her here, lets go back to hostel and if she come to hostel, than she is the one and he laughed some more at my craziness"

I asked him " Lets go and have some paneer pakora and if she comes there i will go and talk to her"

To which he laughed some more and said "All the best bro"

And we went to sindhi's to have some paneer pakora and left the bike at parking.

And we finished the pakoras without any hint of pink jacket.

Since it was late in December when you can feel the chill right through your bones so a cuppa tea is always welcoming. So i cajoled him for tea for which he readily agreed.So we went to chauddhary tea stall which is just opposite to Gupta Chaat wala.

My eyes were getting restless searching for her in the crowd and as i was having the last sip from my cup i saw her coming with another girl in brown tweed overcoat who looked quite similar to her and an aged man in green sweater with MC written on patch of white leather on the left side of his chest.

As i saw her nearing the Gupta Chaat wala i felt week in my knees. She saw me staring her and elbowed the other girl who also scanned me and said something to her.

They went straight to chaat wala and ordered something meanwhile my friend was pushing me across the road to go and talk to her.

As i came nearer to her i felt my throat is dry and my knees were weak, hands were shaky and nose was running  so i took out the handkerchief from my back pocket and blowed the nose and cleared my throat and mustered all my courage and said "Hellooo" to which she turned and faced me and smiled and said "Hello".

"So you are a new admission"

"Yes we are" and pointed to the other girl.

And in the meantime the aged man came looking at me with suspicious eyes. 

And before he could say anything " I introduced myself" and gave a firm handshake.

To which he replied and introduced himself as "Durgesh Barman", here for the admission of my twin daughters.

And today when I woke up she was lying next to me and as she wakes up i read to her a quote from the book I was reading last night.

“And she's got brains enough for two, which is the exact quantity the girl who marries you will need.” 

― P.G. Wodehouse, Mostly Sally

What Is Past Is Prologue!

Suddenly the plane jolted and i was woken from my slumber with sunrays hitting my eyes, and the selt belt sign was on. So I searched mine and fastened and drop the window shade a little, and checked her she too was sleeping with her selt belt fastened.

I looked down and saw large spread of snow covered mountains and it looks like as if someone has sprinkled bucket loads of salt on them, with left out little green patches of pines here and there i took out my mobile and clicked few pictures.

And as the plane starts its descent the view became more picturesque.

I shook her hand and pointed towards the window. She leaned on me, with her boobies pressing my arm, she adjusted her tresses to back of her ear and she too was awestruck by the view, and exclaimed "wow". And than she sat straight in her seat and stretched her legs and yawned and  leaned on my shoulder and than took my hand in hers and closed her eyes, which made me peck her cheek and whisper "I love you Honey!"

At arrival a fair and tall man was standing with a board in his hands on which our name was written, and he took our luggage and opened the door of car for us, and asked "You're here for the first time" to which she confirmed.

And after much of deliberation and some great Wazwan lunch, we decided to spend the evening at our hotel balcony.

She ordered filtered coffee and played some John Legend on her phone.

And as the earth was about to complete its rotation, and we were facing the west to the beautiful hues of the sky.

I saw the moon and told her "Sometimes I see the moon in the day when the sky is bright. But most of us don't really see it, or seem to care even if we do. It's only when it's dark we appreciate it."

She ran her hand through my hair " Oh my darling philosopher, don't let the past takes it toll on present."

"Oh no honey, I don't mean that. It was just a passing thought."

And I told her " You know what Shakespeare said about past." I paused for a moment and said "What is past is prologue".

To which she smiled and said "That's more like it."

And we drank our coffee pondering over this quote from Tempest.

My Fate

I was woken to the euphony of sound of the birds. I took my cup of tea and went to sit in the balcony with Robie William singing 

"I don't wanna die, I ain't keen on living either " in the background. 

I went to the bedroom and picked up "The Big Red Book" and lowered the volume of the song, and started flipping through the pages.

My mobile beeped 

"Do you even sleep lover boy?"

"A little" I replied.

 She texted again "Hehe.. you and your insomnia!". 

And without wasting a second I quoted Rumi "When I am with you, we stay up all night.

When you're not here, I can't go to sleep.

Praise God for those two insomnias!

And the difference between them."

"Gosh! you are sweet" she replied.

"But you are sweeter my sugar pie..and by the way that was Rumi." I texted back.

And we were silent for a minute.

And I texted again "Can we catch up?"

She said "I am not sure. I have a lot to do"

I asked "Tomorrow?"

She said "Look truth be told, I feel little odd after all these confessions of yours. Will you be fine?"

And again I quoted Rumi

"I want to see you.

Know your voice.

Recognize you when you

first come 'round the corner.

Sense your scent when I come 

into a room you've just left.

Know the lift of your heel,

the glide of your foot.

Become familiar with the way 

you purse your lips

then let them part, 

just the slightest bit,

when I lean in to your space

and kiss you.

I want to know the joy 

of how you whisper more"

She instantly replied "Looks like you are  having Rumi for breakfast"

"Can I have some "sugar"  for lunch tomorrow?" I asked.

"Sure thing." She replied.

And there we were sitting across the table.

She was all smiling and blushing and were discussing some random shit.

And suddenly the music in the background changed and the song was "Tujhko Jo Paya..", I smiled and we talked some more while she ruffled her hairs and my eye fell on the mole on the back of her neck and I controlled the urge to kiss it.

So I asked "This is your favourite song. Right?"

She blushed "I don't remember telling you this"

"I remember it like yesterday" I replied.

And she blushed  some more.

She said "How do you do that?"

I asked " Do what?"

"Can love someone so much" she retorted.

I replied " Does the sun promise to shine. No, but it will, even behind the darkest cloud it will. And no promise can make it shine longer or brighter. For that is its fate, to burn until it can burn no more. So, likewise its not my promise it's my fate."

And we went to parking and talked some more till the sun went west.

Phuck That Shit!

My mobile beeped 

"Is there some place to sit at departure"

"No" I replied.

"What to do?" She asked.

I said " There is some, at arrival"

"Cool, see you at arrival". She replied.

And there she was, in that button down pink chequered shirt which she left open with black vest which was all glittery and "Shoot for the Stars" written on it, and that blue Levi's which she always like to wear with those pair of adidas sneakers which we

bought together, I saw her walking briskly toward me. Her hairs were brushing her pink cheeks, and there was a big smile on her lips. Her eyes were full on excitement, as she saw me and her brisk walk turned into jog she waved from a distance and she shouted "Hi! Abbas." I waved back and jogged towards her and we hugged. She whispered in my ear "Long time" 

"Quite literally." I said.

I took the backpack she was holding and led her to 'Vangoo'. As she entered and saw the name 'Vangoo' she giggled and said " Don't tell me, you started eating South Indian food."

I ensured her I didn't, it just because it's windy outside, and ordered filtered coffee for both.

We took the corner seat just like old times, and as I brought the coffee, she was still smiling looking at me and as i sat she said

 "Its great to see you" "Likewise" I said.

And than she asked " What's on your reading list?" 

And i told her how the other day, wide awake at two in the morning and worrying about love and life, I decided I needed Shakespeare-therapy. So I shuffled through my book shelf and picked The Tempest.

And explained her.

How over the past year, I have come to realize there is no quick read like a Shakespeare and he actually has wisdom for every occasion.

And she asked "Do you know what Miranda said about Ferdinand in the play."

I started scratching my head, than she quoted "There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple: If the ill spirit have so fair a house, Good things will strive to dwell with't."

I laughed at this and she patted my knuckles and said "I mean it".

And asked me to work something for my insomnia.

And than we were quite for a minute looking through the glass wall. 

And she spoke again and said " You know what Abbas, I still remember the day when you cajoled me, to ask him the last time and his reply is still imprinted on my mind "Sunnn....right Now i know this decision is looking hard to take..but in future u will thank yourself that u took the right decision..." 

Bloody hell! He was right and I really thank myself for braving the hard times. And look at me now, all hale and hearty. Me without him, is like me always, it was just my creative part gone wild."

And then she cupped her face and was quite for a minute. And said " Enough about me.. You say, when are you getting married?"

I asked " When are you planning a kid?"

She said "Phuck that shit"

I said " Exactly! Phuck that shit!"

And we both laughed insanely.

Moment of Truth In Your Lies

She loved him.

He loved her.

End of the story.

Actually not.

She wants an exclusive charge on him, not ready for pari passu basis.

She was possesive like that.

And he took a while to understand this. (Such a feeble mind, you see.)

Every time he talks or share a laugh with some other woman, it kills her inside.

She wants him.She wants him whole, or else she doesn't want him at all.

Not ready to share him, even a wee bit with anybody, just like a stubborn child who refuses to share her candies/toys even with her siblings and throw away the thing if asked to share.She has been raised like this only.

To her, love means exclusivity. Sharing your laughs and smiles and what not,  only with the one you love. According to her possessiveness is most important ingredient of true love. So, she is extremely possesive about him. (And he didn't understand the iota of this, feeble mind, you see.)

He on the other hand, had a very different connotation of true love. He believes, happiness shared is doubled and sadness shared is halved. 

And love brings an euphoria of joy, and an unending happiness, and this happiness should be shared, with someone who shares camaraderie with you, be it a man or a woman.

Moreover, life has taught him through wounds, that love is more about standing by someone at their worst and to love them more when they expect it least.

Because easiest god damn thing to do is to love someone when they are at their best.

I don't want the world to see me

'Cause I don't think that they'd understand

When everything's made to be broken

I just want you to know who I am

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There was a knock on the door, she shook me and said "Wake up honey" I pulled her and kissed her and then there was another knock and Siddhi shouted "Get ready guys, we are getting late" so she went to open the door and I said "Honey where is my 

t-shirt" she smiled and said "I don't know" I frantically searched for my t-shirt on the bed, meanwhile Siddhi came inside and said "Blimey! At least put on your clothes dude!" and giggled and poured some coffee for us and pulled the curtains to the beautiful sunlight and breathtaking view of the lake, honey came and sat in my lap and said " Today we will go boating". I said " Your wish is my command, milord".

Siddhi left us with a warning that if we don't get ready in fifteen minutes they will leave us.

So we took bath and got ready and did the city tour. 

And it was 3:30pm and honey reminded me about boating as it was getting chillier.So we booked the tickets, Siddhi went for padel boat while she choose the boat with a boatman.

Boat was steering through the ice cold water of Nani Lake and boatman was swinging the oars with all his might,he was a timid old man in his sixties, wearing nepali cap with smile plastered on his face. He asked her, "How long you two have been married?"

She laughed at his question and cupped my face and pecked me on my lips and said

"Since eternity." Siddhi saw us from distance and shouted "We are watching you" and we laughed.

And honey asked boatman his name and how long he has been married.

He said "I'm Sherpa,married for last 47 years and have four kids."  And then I hold her hand tightly and kissed her fingers and said " But I want more" and winked, to which she giggled and said "Your wish is my command milord", and I added "Years and kids both"and we laughed some more.