Sorry, i did not write in my first post. It was my first part and this the second. I hope u all understand it.
The diary continues.
I know as she would see me, she would hug me.
I turned to the window-mirror for a reflection to check my appearance.
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Paas aaye..
dooriyaan phir bhi kam naa huin
ek adhoori si hamaari kahaani rahi
aasmaan ko zameen, ye zaroori nahi
jaa mile.. jaa mile..
ishq sachcha wahi
jisko milti nahi manzilein.. manzilein..
rang thay, noor tha
jab kareeb tu tha
ek jannat sa tha, ye jahaan
waqt ki ret pe kuch mere naam sa
likh ke chhod gaya tu kahaan
hamari adhoori kahani..
hamari adhoori kahani..
The sun shone brighter today. A clump of Gulmohar trees, aside the road, had beautiful red flowers. Spring had come – a wave of happiness in my life. I beheld a joy within. I always wanted to spend my life with her, to grow old with her.
We had been distanced for so long, but not anymore. I was thrilled for a new beginning. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes to pray.
But my prayer was suddenly obstructed as the driver took a power-brake. It threw me ahead. I tried to skip from her sight but I saw her. Her hair was still so straight and silky but something pinched my eyes.
It had sindoor* in it! (* Crimson – Hindu married women typically put crimson liner in their hair near forehead.)
My world took a turn-around in the slightest of a moment.
She was not my Naina, she was someone else’s wife. She had married someone. Time froze!
She was at the brisk of distances yet I could not scream. The spring had not brought any happiness, but a harsh truth – she was not my anymore, she was someone’s better-half now!
Suddenly, I felt the urge to run away with her but I could not. I should not, said my heart.
I bent again to see her. She was smiling. She was happy without me. She had surely forgotten me. All these years, every night I slept with a dream to meet her someday. But today was not like something I had dreamt of. My head felt like being weighed tons. My feet became numb and my body went cold.
I sighed, gathered all my strength and approached.
I turned back and approached to the back-gate. The next stoppage was near-by.
As the bus stopped, I jumped out. A girl gazed me for jumping like a fool and being hurt, but it didn’t matter. My legs were not hurt, I was hurt.
“Forget marriage, I have never looked at any girl all these years. But she?”
I was cheated by her. She broke her promise of being mine forever. He cries.
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khushbuon se teri yoon hi Takra gaye
chalte chalte dekho na hum kahaan aa gaye
jannatein agar yaheen
tu dikhe kyon nahi
chaand suraj sabhi hai yahaan
intezaar tera sadiyon se kar raha
pyaasi baiThi hai kab se yahaan
hamari adhoori kahaani
“She does not love me anymore. I am no more a part of her life.” My breath ragged and strained. He cries hard.
Feeling lost again, I sat at the roadside like a beggar. I looked round the city; it was too busy to stop for me. I gazed at the blue sky above.
pyaas ka ye safar khatam ho jaayega
kuch adhoora sa jo tha poora ho jaayega
jhuk gaya aasmaan
mil gaye do jahaan
har taraf hai milan ka samaa
Doliyaan hain saji, khushbuein har kaheen
padhne aaya khuda khud yahaan..
LIFE MAY NOT OFFER THE SAME CHANCE TWICE said the board of Life Insurance Company. I wanted to shout, why was this chance given to me? Should I run her married life?
I wanted somebody to hug me. But no! I was all alone in this world. I broke down as I looked at the going bus. She was in it, happy.
It was just like yesterday when everything was so fine,
I was her and she was mine.
It was very much of our time.
But the time had flown away now. The going bus was the metaphor of Naina going away. I wanted to cry aloud but my lungs were jammed.
My eyes were staring the bus and suddenly everything changed in a moment. My ears rang with a noise and the hot wave of air shook me. I could not figure out the thing; the bus blasted
It was a bomb.
Tornadoes of ashes rose and I could not spot anything. The fumes of the burning bus filled the air and people ran all around. My eyes caught grime and scattered death all across the road. Probably, the bus was in two parts oror three.One part had crashed into the cars on the road and the other part had gone into the shop nearby.
I ran towards it. The road was painted in black and red. Everyone was mourning with pain. It was chaos all around.
I ran for my Naina. The wounds of the past were unhealed; I could not bear a new one. We had many things unheard and unsaid. I did not want to lose the chance life had given me.
hamari adhuri kahaani
hamari adhuri kahaani…
Karan-NAINAAAA….
I ran for her life, our life, but I slipped on the road.The fall displaced my vertebral discs. The road felt hot and blo*dy. I never knew blood was so slippery.
I stood up to run again but a hand flew from the force and embraced my fall. It was apart from the shoulder. It was from the blast. It touched my cheeks. Though it was painted with blood, I could feel the pulsing blood within and its warmth.
I knew that warmth. I touched the fingers. It had a ring. I knew that ring too.
I cried and banged my head on the road. I held the palm. The sensation of the touch said the unspoken words. I cried a lot. Sooner, it went numb.
It had the same ring – our promise of being together. The hand had come to keep her another promise- for being mine always. She had the ring; she still loved me. It was my Naina’s hand.
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After that the diary was blank. The boy’s mother came in.
Mother-Varun, get up fast. It’s going to be 8:00 a.m.
Varun-Maa, Who was that girl.(pointing towards the photo of Naina which was paste in diary.
The mother was revealed as Meghna Naina’s sister.
Meghna had tears but can’t control it. She sat beside him.
Meghna(sadly)-She was ur Massi maa(pointing towards Karan’s photo)and he was ur mausa.
Varun-Where are they now?
Meghna(weeply)-They are so far now. No, one can reach them. They are in heaven now, they are attached to each other for seven births.
She came to senses.
Meghna-Varun, beta where did u get the diary.
Varun-I got the diary from the store room. There was a box in which this diary and a ring was kept.
Meghna-See, it being 8:00 a.m. get up.
Varun(in his mind)-I know Maa, ur pain. I had read the whole diary. After being a sister and a bhabhi no one can hold this hurtness. I am now 21 years, it’s not important to hide from me. Karan mausa and Naina massi maa will be everytime with us. They are here. Only we have to feel their presence.
In mind, he was very much hurt. After reading that diary, and Meghna kept it as a secret from him he was very much hurt.
He went.
Meghna-Where are u Cheeku. Come back. Today we also have hope for u and Karan, that u both will come again for each other.
Someone hugs her from back. It was Kunal.
Kunal-And this hope will never be broken.
There was a photo kept on the table of Nairan.Meghnal sees it and smiles with having tears of happiness.
THE END….
Oh no!! So much emotional, i also don’t like so much emotional stories but a thought came in my mind about it and i write this. So how it was? Let’s know ur opinion. Please comment. Thank u for reading….!!!