It's time to a l'll taste change. Oh! I'm feeling hell nervous with this experimental piece :P
Again it's time for some emotional attyachar guys (devil smile) which I did earlier plenty of times with my dearies Duo fans and little bit with Abhirika fans even. Now it's time to another fab couple of readers. (not mine :P) I'm only a weird idealist writer :D
NOW HAVE A HAPPY READING…
A Monsoon Afternoon
She was walking through the pavement wearing neatly draped simple light colored cotton saree and a black flat sandal.
No slightest makeup even was visible on her face. Only her silky little bit more than shoulder length hair was tied in a low bun.
Her face was plain. Eyes were covered in a black big framed spec. But her eyeballs… the most vibrant signature of an alive human? It was blank… blank like any white sheet. No feelings, no words… nothing was in those big pretty visionary organs!
She was passing in a poetic rhythm. Not that, she was doing it intentionally…. Rather it's very normal for her…. A God gifted by born habit…. Which always makes her very graceful…. Very special…. Even in unnumbered crowd!
Some locks were disturbing her by coming on spec glass…. But she didn't care.
She was moving with a handbag in her hand. Her eyes were fixed at her front in eye level.
So many vehicles were passing through the wide main road beside her filled with different types of noise… the usual daily life hustle-bustle, some hoarse horns really disturbing the area…. The oily sticky dust and smoke emitting from those were spread in atmosphere….
But she was far away from the reality…. With an unknown expression on her God gifted pretty face… she was passing…. In not so slow steps but it wasn't any fast pace also.
Her silent face might raise question in other's mind if she was in any deep thought, but really was she?
She had been trying to estimate her own mind for a long while walking. A vacant dark tunnel she found only there ended at infinity. She laughed on her own life in mind as if it's a comic stuff! Yes, no concrete thought was occupied her heart. She felt all the words of her soul… died!
She stepped and all on a sudden misbalanced. It was a stupid big sized broken piece of brick… somehow came from somewhere and was resting on pedestrian's narrow way.
She was going to get on her knees haphazardly, but…. But….
A pair of strong hands…. Fair…. Gold wristlet and big dialed branded watch worn…. A male touch…. saved her from finally landing on dirty road…. With a concerned call….
Madam are you ok? A careful savior!
She was still down head… looking at the culprit on road…. tucked her crazy locks behind her ears… dusted the lower portion of her saree…. Felt that soft touch on her arm and shoulder moved away.
She found a pair of heavy boot… without lace, brown colored, two feet or three away from her and a pair of not so expensive black jean from her savior's knee portion. She stood straight with a rueful smile for thanking her protector.
Again the baritone voice buzzed… Madam aap thik toh hain? Apko kahin lagi toh nehi?
She felt a dream… so many years ago, once an early 30's lady ever dared to become harsh… harsh in her helplessness, harsh in her utter misery, harsh in her dreaded heartbreak…. with this same type of magical voice owner!
First aid ki zaroorat apko lage agar, aap mujhe beshak bata sakte hain. I…. I can help you. Aaspaas medical store kahin toh hoga.
Was she wrong? Wasn't the deep tone trembled for once, was it?
That boot worn strong right leg slightly kicked the brick piece at a side of pavement…. As if it's too much used to with this type of shot!
Pata nahin, kahan se yeh sab bich rashte me aa jata hain. Koi bhi achanak gir sakta aise! An angry murmur.
She finally looked up turning her neck as the voice was coming from a height above her head. Her savior was surely a tall stout gentleman!
For a nano-second she experienced a hazy vision. A strong quiver passed her body and mind. Her limbs turned numb. A 12 years ago piece of incident shook her dull monotonous colorless life.
Shreyaaa! An unexpected shocking… almost scream actually, she felt fall on her eardrums.
She froze at her place.
Daya sir aap? She tried with her all rest energies. But it betrayed and a cold question mechanically made its way.
The front person literally jumped a step back, Shreya sensed and smirked.
Aap ihan Kolkata me sir? She inquired plainly.
Tum… tum… kaisi… I mean, tum ihan aise…. A genuine shock was plastered in that handsome aged face. Yes long 12 years, he must be grown up… she thought in mind.
Daya looked back and forth. Akeli ho? Iss haal me! He almost scanned her top to bottom with his as usual detective eyes!
Main humesha se hi akeli thi sir. Unknowingly Shreya replied.
Hain! He was trying hard to grasp her comment.
Thank you sir, girne se bachane ke liye. She felt loss of words.
Daya glanced for a moment to her. Shreya! He called her again, this time he tried to be softer. Kaisi ho?
She didn't know why but felt really irritated!
Itne saalon baad hum mile, baat bhi nehi karoge? He asked hiding his hurt tone.
Kya baat karna apko? She stopped made a sudden distance.
He took a few steps towards her. Kaisi ho? He tried to smile.
That intoxicating innocent smile! But she sensed something was missing in that…. Something which she used to with 12 years back! But what? Shreya couldn't make out.
Ihan kya kar rahi ho tum? Daya asked again gently.
How you can be same simple one? She wondered with her weird thought. Same gentleman avatar! I hate it! She snubbed her heart.
Tum…. tum toh pahele Delhi phir Canada chali gayi thi. Phir yunn achanak Kolkata? Kaam se aayi ho? Siddhartha kaysa hain? Tumhara family? He was bombarding actually without his sense.
Main koi criminal toh nehi sir. She said softly started taking steps which made him stun.
Mujhse baat bhi nehi karna tumhe? Daya pleaded from behind.
Her feet stopped. Wohi toh problem hain sir…. main pichle barah saal se isi awaz, isi ehsaas, isi khusbu ke sahare ji rahi hoon. Aaj itne saalon baad main khud ko jhutha tasalli toh nehi de sakti! She rebuked her mind, closed her eyes tight and turned.
Nehi sir, aisi baat nehi. She couldn't understand why she was behaving so rude!
Kaisi ho tum? Eagerness was in Daya's eyes.
Apki ankhen wohi pahele jaisa aab bhi baat karta hain sir! Shreya wondered again in her mind.
Umm… thik… thik hoon. She moved at a side of pavement.
Aap ihan sir?
How can she be so much warmth less! Daya couldn't understand what to speak and how to speak!
Main… umm… main kaam se aaya tha. He replied haphazardly.
Tum ihan?
Her phone started ringing inside her purse. Shreya took a look at caller id and sighed. Umm… sir it's urgent… mujhe jana padhega… agar aap bura na mane toh! She wanted to kick herself honestly in her mind for avoiding this person.
Achha!
She sensed Daya's sudden dark face.
Hmm… umm… haan. Urgent hain toh phir jana chahiye. Daya gulped some extra air.
Thank you sir. Shreya almost ran from there and entered into a nearby building without glancing back even for once!
She was well aware of those lost helpless eyes which she experienced 12 years back in a gaudy evening…. And those trembling back steps!
Sab waysa hi hain! Kayse? Kayse woh aaj bhi wayse hi rahe sakte, kayse? Shreya banged on washbasin where she was trying to control her sudden hysteric outburst deceiving all her surroundings.
Daya felt something fishy with Shreya's sudden act. But he was unable to make if he should follow the lady or not.
He cursed himself once again for snatching away all the colors from her eyes… his beloved…. His Shreya… his angel! He surprised.
Yes, he didn't thought even not in his wildest dream… that…. After so many years… again he will meet his lady love…. His unsuccessful love….. For which he had been feeling guilty for those long 12 years.
Daya was staring at that multistoried building when a car stopped beside him opening its back door. He stole a last glance towards that place where some moments ago she disappeared and got into the car with a tough face.
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Mystic Morning