shayarisms4lovers June18 261 - A Helping Hand

A Helping Hand

It was her laughter that he missed the most, Matt realized as he sat on the couch and watched the images that flickered on the television screen in front of him. Carol had had this special laugh that had never failed to make him also laugh.

The movie he was watching was a comedy and had one of Carol’s favorite actors in it. He knew that she would have been laughing very hard if she had been there. And he would have too.

But she wasn’t there. And the living room was completely empty of laughter.

It had already been almost two years since she had passed away and although Carol had insisted until her last breath that he should move on and try to find someone else to share his life with, he had no intention of doing so.

Why would he?, Matt had often asked himself. He still had his two daughters and their families, which included three lovely grandchildren. And they all lived close by and he could see them as often as he wanted.

 Those few hours of loneliness he felt when he was at home, he would learn to cope with. His work and his friends would be enough to keep his thoughts occupied.

And besides, how would Alexandra and Patricia, his two daughters, feel about getting a stepmom? They had both told him that they were hoping that he would start looking for someone, but he wasn’t sure if they really meant it. And they meant everything to him.

He had everything he needed. It was only the laughter he was missing.

His phone rang and Matt picked it up from the coffee table next to him. She wants my help with something, Matt thought as he saw the name Patricia on the screen. She was the younger of the two and since her husband, Michael, was not the most practical man in the world, she had the habit of calling her dad whenever she needed something fixed. This being Saturday, Matt thought, made it even more obvious that she needed his help with some practical matter.

“This is Dad,” he said as he answered.

“Hi, Dad,” Patricia’s voice said at the other end, sounding a little timid as she usually did when she was about to ask for his help. “Are you very busy today?”

“No, but I expect that you are about …

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shayarisms4lovers June18 181 - Forever Love

Forever Love

Excerpt: She liked to play with his hair, he ran his fingers through his hair, just the way she would have done and smiled at his reflection

Short Story of Forever Love

He woke up excited. After ages…

Today was a happy day. He even hummed a happy song, a song of love, a song she loved to hear while cooking for him his usual breakfast. But today he was cooking something she loved – crisp bacon and tomatoes, with scrambled drippy eggs. He wasn’t a good cook but wanted her to know that he cared.

This day, every year, he always cared. He drew himself along leisurely bath, filled the tub with her favorite bath bomb – typical woman’s scent – lavender. He hated that! But she loved that. He wanted her to know that he cared.

After bathing, he took out his Sunday clothes, he caressed the lapels of his grey sports jacket which she insisted he buys for himself and almost had a hissy fit when he tried to refuse. Putting it on, across his bony chest, he felt how she would have felt while hugging him from behind. He wanted her to know that he always cared.

Looking into the mirror, he combed his hair back, away from his face and then stopped. She liked to play with his hair, he ran his fingers through his hair, just the way she would have done and smiled at his reflection. He looked younger. He felt younger. And all he wanted to do was to make her feel that he cared.

He walked out of the door with a picnic basket, filled with the food he cooked, a bottle of wine, two glasses and a plaid tattered picnic mat. On the way he stopped his car in front of the florist and picked some carnations, well this girl, like any other girl, loved her flowers. So flowers it was. He wouldn’t dare show up without those! She will haunt him forever. He chuckled at the thought. He went a little extra. For himself a red rise for his jacket and pinned it on it. She would adore that! He simply wanted her to know that he cared

He reached. And walked towards the gate, circumnavigated towards the back and across the grass, the boulders and headstones, he walked his usual familiar path and stopped at her grave. Smiled

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shayarisms4lovers June18 84 - My First Crush

My First Crush

Excerpt: I was completely unknown to the word ‘Crush’ at that time. I was in my first grade when this boy in my class named Sharvil stole my heart.

Romantic Short Story – My First Crush

Our crushes keep changing after every three to four months or maybe even longer or shorter than that. But guys, I hope each and everyone of us remembers our first crush! I find myself blushing whenever I come up with this phrase ‘First Crush’. I find myself going back to the time when i was six, yes because at that age I had my first crush. I was completely unknown to the word ‘Crush’ at that time. I was in my first grade when this boy in my class named Sharvil stole my heart.

Sharvil had the perfect ‘Dream boy’ looks. Brown haired, Pale skinned and with a mesmerizing and an infectious smile that would skip my heartbeat. I would find myself always staring at him in the class and would always find a chance to sit beside him in the class. And whenever I would talk with him, I used to wear that stupid, kiddish smile. You can imagine!

One day, during our lunch break, Sharvil sat beside me and nothing else could make me go all way dreamy! He had come there to show me some magic trick with the fingers. The magic trick which he showed was not quite skilled but there goes my crush-moment, I started clapping like an idiot and acted as if I was overly overwhelmed just because it was HIM coming to ME  to show the trick. So you can imagine the amount of control he had on my mood.

Once, Sharvil had come to my house to play with my brother who studied in the same class as we. He went upstairs to my brother’s bedroom and the whole time I had my ears stuck to his bedroom door! I was so whipped.

I left the school after my first grade and got an admission in another school. As time passed, I eventually forgot Sharvil as he was replaced my other ‘fluctuating’ crushes. After a few years I had completed my tenth grade and i decided to become an engineer in future. I even registered for a JEE training center. I came to know that there were many of my friends from first grade who attended …

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shayarisms4lovers June18 227 - Best Friend turned into a nightmare

Best Friend turned into a nightmare

Excerpt: I was very happy because I just talked to a girl I never thought I would ever get a chance to talk with and she is just like the girl you always desired.

Before starting the story, I just want to say that I am writing this story because there are lot of people who will connect it with their life. This is a true story happened with my last year. I am writing about a girl I met on internet who became my best friend but later turned into a nightmare of my life. There are two important things in this story:

1. This is not a love story and today, I don’t give a f#ck about that girl.
2. All girls are not alike.

Unfortunate news surfaced into the internet as well as on TV about a cute little Kashmiri girl kidnapped and later raped by some goons pretending to be fake nationalists in Kashmir. This news sparked huge protests throughout India and so on the Internet. There are a number of people posting news and their comments on social media with “heavily criticizing India for being a not safe zone for women “.

The same type of post appeared on my Instagram in the night. I opened the photo and it was posted by a girl I was following for a year. She was a teenage girl hails from Rajasthan. She often posts photos and stories on God so I always take a look at them. The post had a caption – “Rape is not a crime but taking birth in India Is”.

I got very angry with this caption so I commented: “Such crimes often happen in other countries too so criticizing India in this way is not correct”.

After this comment, we had a warm conversation which later turned into a normal and frank conversation. She liked my thoughts towards such crimes and started exploring about me. That night was a great night because after a year I was talking to that girl with whom I never thought I would ever get a chance to talk. After a fatiguing conversation, I asked for her WhatsApp number. I thought what if she stopped replying me on Instagram and she didn’t hesitate to share it immediately.

After that night, I returned to my old routine, going office then room and repeat the cycle again. After 2-3

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shayarisms4lovers June18 84 - LOST LOVE


20th April 1994, 12:10 pm Shimla, India

I was ten past twelve and the school was to get over in another five minutes. In spite of my preoccupation with my thoughts I could clearly listen to the soft bell which indicated the end of a half day, Saturday at “The Kendriya Vidyalay”.

Boys and girls, dressed in their blue uniforms came out buzzing like bees. My eyes were searching for someone. It was cloudy after a heavy morning downpour. The mist, covering the entire valley, seemed like an ocean of water. Most of the students had come out, but my eyes still looking for her. The buzzing had diluted. What in the world was taking her so long? Maybe she had been caught up with some work; or maybe she was busy talking to friends; or maybe she was oblivious of my presence or maybe she had changed her mind after what had happened in the thunderous morning. 

20th April 1994 7:15 am

I was searching for the car keys, when my brother said “You won’t find them, until you tell me why you need them?”

Had it not been for shortage of time I would have I dealt with him differently; instead I said “Maybe some other day bro, right now I’m in a hurry.”

“But you can’t go on a scooter, it’s raining heavily”

Yes it was raining heavily but I preferred the scooter than telling him why I needed the car? What else could I do? Wait! I could take Sachin’s car, my friend and neighbor, but he was a late riser and may not open the door. In that case I would have to come back empty handed. Moreover, I didn’t want him to distract from his dreams or I was escaping his probing questions. It was seven twenty nine already, and I could not afford any more delays. So my only option was my loyal LML; a Vespa scooter which had been just recently passed on to me, from my elder brother, of course,  who in turn got his hands on a brand new M800, which under no circumstances he intend to share with me.

It was raining cats and dogs. I slid in my two piece raincoat. The engine came to life with the very first kick. Without waiting for the engine to warm up I turned my left wrist upwards to engage the …

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shayarisms4lovers June18 202 - What is love?

What is love?

Excerpt: I don’t know what love is and now I don’t want to. I want to feel it, just feel it and I can. I know it’s pure because I can’t tell what it is.

It all started when my friend Akshara asked me the definition of true love. That day I told her some tits-bits of what I knew about love. ‘Love is something that doesn’t demand love, it always promises love. ‘ But that day, a question arose in my mind, ” How can be define love?”

I searched the internet, wikipedia, several psychology books but what I found was not satisfactory. It said love is the feeing that results in excitement, happiness and pleasure. It is the combination of attraction, sexual desire and commitment. But is love something so incomplete and impure feeling that requires sexual desire?

Are love and lust the same?

I think love, lust and endearment are triplets with totally same physical appearance. One cannot distinguish between them if they just saw them from far. But if you be with them, experience them they are totally different. Lust is filthy, outspoken and demanding. It just seeks and pleasure and cannot become your true friend. Endearment is over-emotional, possessive and committed. However it is so emotionally attached that it may guide you to the wrong path to get you. They may not trust you sometimes.

On the other hand, love is something very different from the two. It is the most committed, loyal, trustable sibling. It will guide you to right path always and will even be harsh on you for your well being. Love will never demand for anything. It will only serve others. It will heal all your pain, see the good in you, not exploit you and will be true on its words. But this is not the definition of love. These are mere qualities of love. So what is love?

Is it what holds me to you even when you had broken me into pieces?

Is it the hope that says we will be one even when I know it’s not possible?

Is it the pain that I experience when I don’t see you for a day?

Is it what makes me ignore each and every flaw in you, instead find a thousand in mine?

Is it what brings anger to me when you ignore me?

Is it what makes me …

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shayarisms4lovers June18 79 - Irresistable attraction

Irresistable attraction

Excerpt: Listen to me. I love you so much. I will marry you off with the best natured man and you will be ever happy.

Irresistible attraction

I ran and ran over the late night city of Delhi and hid myself in a trash barrel.  Two men passing by the lane unfortunately seem to have noticed me.  One of them came nearer “hey Little girl, what are you doing in that garbage bin at this late hour? ” He looks around in disdain and his piercing grey eyes land back on me. I pull my orbs down and looked at my sky blue evening ball gown which is now reduced to a rag.

A few hours ago…

“Wake up Angel, don’t you remember today is your birthday and you have to distribute sweets in your school?”

My mom beamed through the entrance.  I slid the covers out of my head and jumped out of my bed in a stretch.  Yay! Today is my birthday.  I dressed in my most favourite dress which I and my dad brought two days ago.  Seeing more of princess movies, it’s my dream to dress like a princess and I brought the most elegant evening ball gown.

I went down the stairs to catch my dad immersed in the news paper in his hands.  He saw me out the paper and instantly the corners of his lip twitch upwards.  “Baby Girl, wish you a very happy birthday” he wishes me with a smile.  He holds my soft little hands in his large ones and instantly a feeling of warmness touches my heart. After a few seconds he gets a ring, speaks to somebody on his phone and instantly his emotions change.

Immediately I was pushed into a bullet proof room “baby girl, no matter what you hear, never come out of this room.” 

He cautions me staring with his blood shot eyes. In a few minutes I could hear gunshots being fired like a never ending rain.  After some time the sounds of bullets calm down. With trembling legs, I come out of my hiding and see the silhouette of the person who is responsible to make my life a disaster.  I take the gun from the top drawers of my father’s desk where I know rested a revolver and abruptly fire multiple shots at the slayer who made my life a catastrophe.

At the

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shayarisms4lovers June18 242 - The Letter Love

The Letter Love

It was their first meeting. A meeting given the name of social gathering so that a certain “he” could meet a certain “she” and decide that would they be able to become a definite “they”? Nervousness, fear, excitement it was everything – a great little combination of all the little great feelings.The house was filed with the smell of home-made sweets and namkins.

Everyone was blustering with excitement after all it was the first wicket of the new generation to go. Yes, she was the oldest of all the five siblings and hence the excitement for their “didi” would be getting married could be seen brightly on their faces.

While everyone was pretty much excited she was tensed, nervous and a bit scared too. Draped in a white saree with a golden border she looked stunning. Long shining black hair that reached up to her slender slim waist parted and tied into half pony made her look heroine straight out of movie of 90’s. The kohl in her eyes highlighted that something so dark and so black could look so beautiful too. A light touch of makeup and she was a wonder woman without the cape. 

She looked picture perfect to anyone apparently but if you observed her closely you could see the confident hands shaking a little, the forehead adorned by not only little bindi but also small drops of sweat, the smile that could stop hearts was a bit wavering today. She could not help herself but go down to her memory lane where she had faint memories of him.

The Hansraj and the Purohit were had been neighbors long ago. So she had faint memories of him playing together as kids. But when she was 11 The Hansraj had shifted to the city. But being Indians where we consider “Pelo sago te padosi (Your first relative is your neighbor)” the families had kept their bond alive by keeping in touch time and again. He on the other hand was not as much nervous or anxious because having been a successful businessman for years now he was ready to seal another deal for life but little did he know that this deal would sweep him off his feet and would crack the usual calm stern exterior he always maintained because of his responsibilities. He was the eldest brother and his father had died when he was 14 hence …

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shayarisms4lovers June18 245 - A Big Surprise

A Big Surprise

Excerpt: As she had never even dated any other than Tom, breakups were something she only knew from other people, from magazines and television.

Two sentences, that’s how much it took to shatter her life. She knew that now as she was gazing down on the cell phone screen that seemed to be intentionally glaring back at her. She had had to read the words several times to suspend her disbelief.

“Have you told your wife about me? When can I see you again?”

Alice was surprised that she didn’t feel anything, not anger or panic or even a hint of pain, as she stood next to the kitchen table with her husband’s phone in her hand. It was as if her whole being had instantly frozen up on the inside, perhaps to protect her from falling apart. But in her mind there was perfect clarity. She knew that her husband was having an affair.

She had suspected that something was wrong, but not that. Lately his demeanor had changed, not a lot, but enough to tell her that something was going on in his life that she did not know about. Because she had not been able to put a finger on what exactly was different about him she hadn’t had a good reason to ask him what was going on. She knew all too well that such conversation would go nowhere.

Tom, her husband, was not one to share his innermost thoughts and feelings with others, even his wife. He had told her once that he took pride in keeping his concerns to himself, and that she shouldn’t try to change that. All through their marriage she had learned that he really meant it, and that he had a genuine desire to keep her away from anything unpleasant. Although she knew that this could be expected from a husband who was ten years older than his wife, she had never been able to fully reconcile herself with this trait. On the one hand it was condescending, and on the other it was secretive and poisonous to their marriage. And now this had happened.

“Alice!”, a muffled voice suddenly called. It came from the bathroom where Tom had rushed in after having cut himself on a finger. Typically him he wanted to spare her of the sight of blood. It was then that Alice had picked up his cell

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shayarisms4lovers June18 280 - Nisha weds Arun

Nisha weds Arun

Excerpt: Most of her relationships lasted for three or four months. She took all the men for granted and turned out to be a really possessive girlfriend.

The wedding preparations had kick started in the Nanda household as the most wanted bachelor in the film industry, Nisha Nanda finally announced her marriage with Arun Sharma. It was an arranged setup after several failed relationships that Nisha underwent. At the age of 42 , no man would like to date a fading beauty like her. The men whom she hooked up with were models ,popular actors and film producers. However, she was too sensitive to handle. Her selfishness actually led to the destruction of most her “affairs to remember”.

Tarun Nanda was worried about his aging daughter especially after his wife’s untimely death just after the birth of Nisha due to a major car accident. He never remarried and raised his only daughter like a perfect father. Nisha was very close to her father because of his caring nature. He allowed her to pursue acting as a career , gave her the freedom to choose boyfriends and even repaid all her loans whilst she was going through a bad phase in her career. Most of her relationships lasted for three or four months. She took all the men for granted and turned out to be a really possessive girlfriend. She was the silence before the storm who eventually became a master heart breaker. If Nisha’s mother were alive then she wouldn’t have let her daughter stoop to such epic low.

Dr. Arun Sharma came like her knight in shining armor while she was going through depression. He was her shrink who was 45 years old , tall , dark and dashing. Tarun Nanda saw his affectionate attitude towards Nisha while treating her. As a father he knew what would be the best for his only child. In the process Arun and Nisha became good friends which induced Tarun to set them up. Both of them took some time to decide. In the end they had to accept the fact that there was some connection between them which eased the tensions whenever they had a conversation. Nisha moved on from her dreadful past. Arun and Nisha geared up for their big fat wedding for fufilling their dream of a “happily ever after” life.


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shayarisms4lovers June18 273 - IMPERFECT


As the sun descends and the stars begin to bedazzle us with their beauty and subtle tranquility. I tend to drift of in my mind and go to a place where only you and I exist .Why am I starting to think so much about you? I think i’m falling for you. I cannot help myself I daydream about us. I catch myself fantasizing about you .From the first moment we met. Our eyes collided and so did our hearts. You smiled at me and my soul melted. I felt butterflies in my stomach.Then we started talking and I found out what a great guy you are…beautiful smile too. Then out of the blue you told me you love me. I almost died because I felt the same way too.

I was this self-conscious girl who had only seen love on movies but then I fell inlove and I fell deep.
I admit It was great while it lasted. Suddenly I had a bounce in my step. I was more awake. More alive. Everytime my phone vibrated I held my breath wishing it would be you reminding me for the millionth how beautiful I am or how much you love me. But I didnt care. I would jump up with such joy just to read a text with no words just one giant heart and I would blush.

I got to know you…the real you. I got to know what makes you tick..mind I add you always looked cute when you were mad. I got under your skin and you under mine. I figured out what makes you happy. I saw how patient you were with me and I loved you more. I was like a closed book but you waited till I was ready to let you in to see all my imperfections and all my flaws . You saw all the parts of me that weren’t all that pretty and still you stayed. You chose me. You chose my chaos. My fire. My wildnerness. My storm because you knew you were my calm. I was so convinced I was inlove I couldn’t even think straight. I just could not envision myself being with someone else which wasn’t you.

Then as time went on by and reality had slapped me across the face. Like a flower in full bloom I finally got to see you and your true colours …

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shayarisms4lovers June18 242 - Still I left her

Still I left her

Late night calls, texts, nothing changed my mind. I was very stern and I didn’t give up my decision. She cried day and night. Prayed to God not to separate us. Still all in vain. Maybe I was blind not to see her tears, maybe i was deaf not to hear her sobbing wail, maybe a fool not to understand her love and care or maybe a dumb not to express my feelings. But still she didn’t blame me. She knew very well how much I loved her. I know she too love me so much. She is like a sparkling star of my life.

For the first time, no, maybe for the first time and last time in our life , we planned to meet each other. I went to her hometown. Eagerly waited for her to arrive in a cafe. My heart was palpitating. I knew she is my everything. I didn’t want to lose her in my life. But I was in a situation where I can’t express my feelings to her. Because my ignorance can only separate her from me or else I know very well that she won’t leave me. I love her, I want her, I want to grow old with her, but I know I don’t deserve her. I am beast and she is my pincess but still I let her go because she deserve a better life. My prayers will always be with her till my last breath and beyond the cold graves.

All of a sudden waiter intrupted my thoughts. I was back to reality. As he left I pounced in to my phone. Texted her and eagerly waited her to reply. But she didn’t, after 5 minutes she arrived. All alone, wearing a burqa and covering her face with a veil. She sat in a opposite chair facing me. I didn’t know how to greet her, numbness filled my mind. Eventhough I can only see her eyes I felt like she is the most beautiful woman in the world. I can see her eyes with hidden tears. Still she didn’t complain. Finally to break the silence I asked her how she is ? With her cute voice she replied she is fine. Her voice was mesmerizing. I felt like I am losing my contol over myself. Still tryed to control my emotions because I didn’t want to spoil her life.…

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shayarisms4lovers June18 75 - Love at First Call

Love at First Call

“You’re 25 now and still single. What a shame!”

“What is it you want in a man? You’ll get an old man if the right age surpasses. There won’t be any use of crying over spilt milk.”

“It’s a feminine issue, one shouldn’t be so careless.”

Khadija was immune to such comments. She was 25 and being single at this age in a Pakistani society was more like a sinful act for girls. It had been years since she had been listening creepy stuffs about her, but the good thing was, she had gotten immune to them all. Her family had been trying to set her up with someone for a few years, but she hadn’t gotten any luck yet. After experiencing three to four years of continuous torture, she was okay with what was happening around her and nothing bothered her anymore.

Well, that’s what is easier said than done! That’s what she told herself that she was okay and nothing disturbed her, but deep down, it was killing her. She felt herself draining in depression that made her ill-tempered and grumpy. She spent hours crying alone late at night and gave up on her situation. Being weak wasn’t an attribute of her personality. She was a strong and bold lady and she hated herself for being like that. “Nothing is more detestable than being unable to control your emotions.” She thought.

“He’s a good man with a good job and education. You asked for an educated man and he’s masters and doing PhD. What more do you wish for?” Khadija’s mom scolded her the 50th time for not agreeing to marry one of the guys in the family. She had demanded a well-educated man when her family asked her what type of guy she wanted to marry. That’s how conjugal things in a Pakistani family work. Her family had been trying to pursue her to marry that guy because he was “dekha bhala” (known in the family) and matched Khadija’s demands. But, she didn’t like him that way. In fact, she didn’t like him in anyway, but it was hard to explain it to her family members. Especially her parents wanted her to marry him because her dad feared to give her daughter to a man they didn’t know and her mom insisted because he belonged to her family. That’s how desi (Pakistani) parents are! But …

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shayarisms4lovers June18 242 - ROHAN-JIYA



सामान्य कद-काठी, सॉंवला रंग, नाम– रोहन। पिताजी सरकारी नौकरी में और मॉं एक कुशल गृहिणी थी| अपने चार भाईयों में सबसे छोटा-रोहन| 5वीं क्लास तक की पढाई शहर में पढने के बाद गॉंव आया था। रोहन पढने-लिखने के साथ-साथ दिल का साफ था| पैसे की कमी न होने के कारण इसके बहुत सारे दोस्त थे। कभी-कभी रोहन पर भी दौलत क नशा चढकर बोलता था| कहते है ना- दौलत आसपास हो तो, ना चाहकर भी थोडी गुमान आ ही जाता है| इसके दिल में भी प्यार की लहरें उठ रही थी, लेकिन चुपके-चुपके……….|

रंग सॉवली, पतली कमर, बॉब कट बाल, नाम- जिया| पापा सरकारी वकील और मम्मी उच्च विधायल में हिंदी और संस्कृत की शिक्षिका थी| जिया अपनी मम्मी के साथ नानी के घर में रहती थी| अपना घर हज़ारीबाग शहर में था, जहॉ इनके पापा और तीन भाई रहते थे| जिया छुटिटयों में अक्सर घर(शहर) चली जाती थी|

जिया और रोहन एक ही स्कूल, एक ही कक्षा में पढते थे| स्कूल के लडके जिया को देखते, लेकिन जिया सिर्फ रोहन को निहारती थी| शायद इसके दिल में कुछ-कुछ होता था। दरअसल क्लास मे सभी लडके गॉव/देहात के थे, सिर्फ रोहन ही शहरी जैसा लगता था| रोहन का रहन-सहन, बोल-चाल और लोगों से अलग था। रोहन के पास भी दिल था। कहते है ना दिल तो बच्चा है जी, एक बार धडक गया तो धडक गया……। रोहन गाना बहुत अच्छा गाता था| स्कूल में अंतिम पाली में संगीत का कार्यक्रम चल रहा था| उस समय मो. रफी का एक फेमस गाना था- ये दुनिया, ये महफिल मेरे काम का नहीं…. | रोहन ने ये गाना गाया| जिया को वो गाना बहुत पसंद आया, और रोहन इसके नजरों मे हीरो बन गया|

रोहन, मोहन और रीता तीनों गॉंव के एक ही स्कूल में पढते थे| मोहन एक क्लास सिनियर और रीता रोहन के कक्षा में पढते थे। रोहन का जिगरी दोस्त मोहन था| रोहन और मोहन दोनों ट्युशन पढने के लिए एक ही साइकिल पर मगन होकर नावागढ बस्ती जाते थे। जो इनके गॉव से लगभग 8कि.मी. दूर था| एक भी ट्युशन क्लास मिस नही करते। मन लगाकर पढाई करते| क्योंकि जिया का घर उसी रास्ते में पडता था। अक्सर, आने जाने में जिया से मुलाकात हो जाती थी| जिया को भी समय का पता चल गया था, इसलिए मम्मी से नजरें बचाकर बाहर निकल जाती और रोहन के साथ नयन मटका हो जाता था। जैसे ही नयनों की तकरार …

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Anuradha’s morning hours happens to be too hectic. Starting with brewing the tea, sipping it to shake away the lethargy then preparing breakfast and simultaneously for lunch – the chores appears endless to her. But maximum time is taken in dressing up. What should she choose between saree and mekhela-chaddar, did she wear the same the previous week, after choosing whether the matching blouse is ok or not, is it perfectly fitting and whether it needs a little touch up with a needle – so many calculations needs to be done. Running after all these errands sometimes she is afraid whether she is actually breathing or not. Same is also true for Rashmi ~ her mate in the rented house.

Anuradha cannot get up before seven thirty in the morning as she regularly gets late to sleep. Rashmi wakes up a bit early. By the time Anuradha parts with her bed, Rashmi finishes her bathroom chores. Anuradha can get up a bit earlier too, but as because they share the same washroom, rather than waiting for her pacing in the room, she prolongs the pleasant feeling of the sleep. She utilizes this gap to send a ‘good morning’ message to Rajiv. She keeps on gazing at the mobile screen till Rajiv responds to her message. If some fifteen-twenty minutes passes by before the response flashes on the screen, she rings up. Normally she finds him sleeping. Sometimes he does not hear the ring if it is put in silent mode. She does not calm down till he receives the call.

“Hey, are you going to take bath or not? Keep off the mobile for now. If we do not reach before the prayers, the headmaster would give us a dressing down again”. – Rashmi shouts as she notices Anuradha changing postures lying down with the mobile. No, Anuradha won’t budge till she gets a response from Rajiv.

“You act as if you people are the only pair in the world to be in love”. Rashmi  murmurs and starts preparing roti for lunch.

If the moment coincides with a message or phone call from Rajiv, Anuradha would break into a run to grab Rashmi from behind and say, ‘Hi, sorry, sorry, coming in two minutes, I would prepare the vegetables’, and would make a dash to the bathroom.

“It must be two minutes, ok, else I’d leave. You come along at …

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