“I missed you too…jasmine!”
There is none to count thy minutes.
Days and nights pass and ages bloom and fade like flowers.
Thou knowest how to wait…
No hand felt so gentle and none’s embrace so warm to have made her so happy. The years of wait had finally come to an end and the anxiety was far from dying out. He had left a warm scent of his on her skin with his embrace and she basked heartily in that warmth. She had walked back to her room post their confrontation. He had gone back to his friends but she knew he would come back for her. she felt something warm yet unknown, deep in her heart, and it felt all so nice and so right!
She sat by her table and kept her head on the notebook kept there. the balcony door was wide open and the lights of her room was turned off. the only thing that
illuminated her room was that of the faint yellow bed lamp, trying its best to fight the night! She sighed and relaxed and thought of things that happened in the evening. That look in his eyes, when they had parted and he had looked straight into them…ohh so beautiful eyes he had! Beautifully dark and tantalizing! She had almost forgotten the world in that one moment.
She waited with abated breath, watching him bat in the school cricket field. He seemed composed but she knew how tensed he was from inside. It was an inter-school cricket match and he was the vice-captain of the team. Being a middle order batsman, it was on his shoulders that he led his team to victory.
The crowd cheered but she kept his eyes on him…her lips trembling in unknown prayer. Just 3 runs to win from one ball and all hopes were on him. she gulped down her nervousness and focussed on him as he took a step forward and swing his bat to the leg-side.
And then there was a roar..the crowd erupted in joy as the ball sleekly went between the gap and hit the boundary!
It was a four!!!
They had done it…He had done it!!!
She let out the breath she had been holding for a long time now and rushed, like the other students to congratulate him.
“Maan… Maan…”, she screamed but he could hear nothing. His team had lifted him up on their shoulders and they had been shouting slogans of victory and she, an anxious heart remained unnoticed…unheard!
She screamed and called out his name but her voice drowned. She tried hard but she couldn’t reach him. he had asked her to wait for him after the match so that he could treat her with an ice cream if they won and now, he didn’t even look at her even once! He knew she was there yet he chose to ignore.
She was sad…like always, he had ignored her. dejected, she hung her head down and walked to their cycle parking stands. But her heart couldn’t allow her to go. they had always ridden back together… how could she have gone alone today, despite knowing he’d be late? Saddened, she sat on the culvert, waiting for him. her head hung low and she buried it between her knees and waited…!
It was perhaps long after that she heard his voice, coming nearer! She quickly wiped those tiny droplets of tears and stood up, only to see him running towards her with a trophy in his hand!
Before she could tell him how upset she was, he had lifted her off the ground and swirled her around, squealing in joy, “we won… we won…did you see that?”
As if all her anger vanished into thin air. His joy, his ecstasy was contagious, especially to her. she giggled feeling ticklish and watched him in awe. He shoved his trophy in her hands, “I got the player of the match award.”
She looked lost in that smile…that anxiety…she was too small for all these feelings perhaps but something was there in her that always made her yearn for him.
When she didn’t respond he shook her, “arrey baba hold na… you want to have ice cream or not? lets go.”
He dragged her holding one hand of hers to her bicycle and all she did was look at his trophy in one hand and his hold on the other. She was happy…no no…she was the happiest person today.
They reached the ice cream parlour and before she could open her mouth, he had already ordered her favourite, “two double scooped butterscotch ice creams please.”
She woke up with the sweet murmurings of the breeze that danced with the curtains, conveying her a message. She had dozed off on her notebook perhaps. She rubbed her eyes and looked at the balcony, wide open, calling out to her. she had a strange inclination towards the night sky. She walked to the balcony and stretched herself, feeling the breeze whisper something into her ears.
She wrapped a shrug round herself and smile…she couldn’t stay in when the night was so beautiful. She pulled the curtains of her balcony, not realizing that a certain someone, in the house right in front of her’s was as sleepless as she was right now.
He jumped over the small fence that separated the backyard pavement from the grass and slowly walked towards that one person who had caught his attention since the evening. She had run back home allowing him to spent time with his friends. He has seen her rushing out to the backyard and he couldn’t have held himself back from confronting her again. its been a very long time!!!
We have no time to lose,
and having no time we must scramble for a chance.
We are too poor to be late.
He stopped in his tracks as a wind flew by, bringing him the faint scent of the sweet smelling bakula flowers and underneath the tree, lay the woman who had taken his breath away. It was April, the onset of spring and the small flowers were in bloom. The wind had helped the tree shed its precious children to make a smooth expanse of a carpet. The fallen flowers around the tree had not left a trace of the soil visible and she sat, inclined to the tree, with her eyes closed, perhaps enjoying the moment. The air was filled with a mild sweet fragrance of the flowers and the sky was lighted enough for the souls to see.
It took him some time to calm his raging heart as he dared to step closer to the sleeping beauty. she hadn’t noticed his presence, he smiled. ohh the agony…”beautiful” was just a small word.
He gently sat down beside her, watching the flowers break off and fall on her, as if showering their love. one of the flowers fell and stuck on the seam of her closed lips. He took a deep breath in as he observed her closely. His eyes fell on the flowers stuck on those beautiful lips and she had twitched. He forgot to let out the breath and sat there, watching her twitch a bit.
He never knew meeting her again would be this phenomenal and a strange current ran down his body as his fingers softly did away with the flower that had disturbed her. as if she could feel his anxiety…she woke up with a start and stopped when their eyes met!
The moment was perfect, the setting was beyond description, like nature had itself conspired their meeting in such a beautiful place! It took them sometime to understand the situation and a smile played on her lips, “you scared me Maan!”
She straightened herself and so did he as both reclined against the trunk of the tree.
“ohh…I am sorry. I didn’t mean to…!“, was his reflex.
Her eyes widened in surprise as she looked at him briefly, making him twitch his brows, “what?”
“Since when did you start saying sorry?”, and she giggled.
He realized what he had said but he had no reply to his. She had all his attention today, since the time she had shown her face to him. realizing him quiet, she turned to look at him and found him staring at her. she knew if she looked into his eyes, she\’d be lost again, like always and so, she avoided that and looked straight, taking in the fragrance of the flowers.
“they are beautiful, aren’t they?”
He was brought back to the present and leaned back against the tree, “yes they are! But what are you doing here, at this time of night?”
“I couldn’t sleep. But what are you doing here?”, she asked, teasingly.
“I couldn’t sleep either. So…I thought I could catch up!”
She sighed, “fair enough…I might indulge myself a bit in this catching up’ thingy.”
He smiled and looked up at the sky, “where is my birthday present geet?”
She felt her heart skip a beat when he called out her name but that wasn’t a surprise to her. it always did!
“even though I had promised you that I wouldn’t show you my face, I still did. Well, that’s your present!”, she had that playful lilt in her voice.
“Well then, that was stupid present and very childish!”, he spoke arrogantly.
She twisted her lips, “neither was it stupid, nor was it childish!”
“it was Geet. I wasn’t the one who came up with such a stupid idea. Its only you who could think of stuffs like this!”
She turned and waked his arm, “that was not stupid okay. You were the only who triggered it.”
He smiled at her contorted face and pressed her nose slightly, “accept it geet. You and I both know how silly it was. Besides, who wouldn’t want to meet and see their friend after such a long time?”
She twisted her lips knowing well that it was indeed a stupid thing but she wouldn’t give up, “well, I was young and You were the root cause. Period!”
He laughed watching her fight back and she was in awe of this man. He was beautiful in every possible way. He had changed yet he had the same aura that she had always adored.
The daughters of the wind played for long and it was the owl that made them realize that the dawn was breaking. She yawned and put her head on his shoulder, involuntarily, “Maan?”
He never realized when he held her hand to make her comfortable, “yes geet…”
“we should head back… I have office at 9.”
He smiled at her, “I guess we are done with catching up for today!”
He stood up and stretched out a hand for her. she was drowsy but that didn’t not stop her from feeling the strength of the hand that she held for support.
He looked at the sky and then back at her, “happy sleeping.”
As he slowly walked away, his hand agonizingly slipped away from hers, making her sigh. Ohh what a beautiful night it was!!! They had talked like never before and the fragrance of the bakula still remained with her even when she fell on her bed.
“How I wish we could meet like this again Maan…”, she mumbled in her sleep and somewhere she knew the answer would be “yes…jasmine!”
and having no time we must scramble for a chance.
We are too poor to be late.
Dadima came with an aarti thaal as Dev touched her feet greeting her, “good morning dadima..” and pressed a kiss on her cheek.
She put tika on his forehead and handed him the Prasad, “good morning beta… where are you going this early?”
“Client visit dadima…”, he rushed to the table and gulped down the juice in one go, “am already late!”
Dadima sighed, “one is working like crazy and the other one is sleeping like a log!”
She watched dev greet his mom and then something struck her head.
“dev beta…”, she walked close to him.
“ji dadima…”, he adjusted his tie.
“I was thinking you keep so busy that you hardly have time for yourself. Why not get married and bring a wife who can take care of you?”
Dev sighed…not again! he never had marriage as a life goal at least now, “Dadima…not again please!”
“but you are already 29 now. I know you are busy with office but you need a life
He rushed out, biting an apple, “we will see later dadima…bye!”
That was the best he could do. he wasn’t into marriage with anyone his prents chose randomly. His choices were always very particular and refined. And even for marriage, he had a mental picture of what his life partner would be like and he wouldn’t settle down untl he found that’ one person! So avoiding the matter was the best option.
sorry for the delay guys. Just a bit busy with college.
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