My family and I moved to this new house, near the hill side. In feels so weird here, no kids, that I could play with. In London, I had many friends, but here, no on. My parents were busy setting the house, and I was in the lawn, playing with my ball. And a lady comes with a kid about my age.
Mrs.Shegill- Beta appki mummy kahan hai?
I run inside my house.
Gunjan-Mummy, mummy, waahan bahir ek aunty hai, ek bhache ke saath, please app aao na.
We went outside.
Mrs.Shegill-Namaste, mein Reema aur yeh mera beta Samrat hai.
My mom smiles.
Mrs.Bhushan-Namaste, mein Neha aur yeh meri beti Gunjan.
Mrs.Shergill-Appki beti bohat achi hai, mein soch rahi thi agar mera beta uss ke saath khel suckta hai, since yahan pe koi bhi usski age ka nahi hai khel ne ke liye.
Mrs.Bhushan-Of corse, aayi na andar.
We all went inside. Our moms were busy talking to each other, and we went inside my room.
Gunjan-Tum kitne saal ke ho?
Samrat-Saat aur tum?
Gunjan-Bas saat saal ke ho? Mein toh tumse bari hoon, mein panch saal ki hoon.
Samrat-Arre chashmish, saat panch se bara number hota hai.
Gunjan-Ohhhh, par tumne mujh ko kya bullaya?
He starts laughing, while I an standing feeling embaressed.
Samrat-Aaj se mein tum ko chashmish hi bullaoon ga.
He starts looking around my room.
Samrat-Toh chashmish, tum in guriya se khel ti ho?
Gunjan-Kyun tum kisse khel te ho?
Samrat-Mein toh figure toys se, trucks se, aur bohat sari cheezo se khel ta hoon. Tum he pata hai, ke mere papa mere liye bohat khelone laate hai.
Gunjan-Accha, aur kya kaam karte hai woh?
Samrt-Woh ek police officer hai.
We talk and talk, he is an awsome friend. Days passes, we becam best frineds, and so does our parents. Sometimes he and his mom came to our house, and sometimes me and mom came to theirs.
Our dads were wroking, so our moms decide to talk us to the park.
Mrs.Shergill-Challo abb bohat ho gaya hai, abb parlor mein chal te hai.
Samrat-Nahi mummy, app jao, mein aur chashmish yahan park mein rahe ge. Waise bhi, hum wahan bore ho jae ge, aur beauty parlor samne hi toh hai.
Mrs.Shergill-Nahi, Samrat mein tum dono ko yahan nahi chor rahi hoon.
Gunjan-Haan mein hoon na Samrat ka khayal rak ne ke liye.
Mrs.Bhushan-Reema choro na, waise bhi parlor sam ne hi toh hai, hum nazar rak te rehe ge. Aur bhache wahan bored bhi ho jae ge.
Samrat-Please mummy haan kar do na.
Mrs.Shergill-Theeke, par tum sono yahan se hil na nahi, hum bas thori ser mein aate hai.
They hurried inside.
Samrat-Toh chashmish slide pe challe?
I was about to say yes, but a big men came, and picked Samrat.
Samrat-Chorro, please, mein jaana nahi chaha ta.
Samrat starts crying, but the men takes him. I am frozed, not knowing what to do. One minute later, our moms comes.
Mrs.Shergill-Gunjan Samrat kahan gaya?
Gunjan-Woh-woh- aunty ussko kissi ne kidnap kar diya.
Gunjan-Haan ek bara sa admi aake ussko le gaya.
Mrs.Bhushan-Gunjan tu kya keh rahi hai?
Gunjan-Mummy mein sach keh rahi-
Mrs.Shergill-Bilkul teri galti hai, tu akke hum ko bata toh suckti thi na, mera betatere wajeh se-
She starts crying.
Gunjan-Aunty mein batane chahati-
Mrs.Shergill-Aur kuch matt bol tu.
Mrs.Bhushan-Reema uss mein Gunjan ki kya-
Mrs.Shergill-Usski wajeh se yeh sab hua hai.
I start crying. My mom comes and holds me.
Mrs.Bhushan-Hum jaa rahe hai.
She puts me in the car, and we drove to our house. I am still crying.
Mrs.Bhushan-Stop crying Gunjan.
We reach our house. By that time, I was sleeping.
My mom holds me again, and take me to my room.
(In the middle of the night)
Gunjan-MAHIN AUNTY, MEINE KUCH NAHI KIYA HAI, SAMRAT-WOH-ADMI-
My mom and dad comes to my room, and opens the lights. My mom hugs me.
Gunjan-Mummy I promise, Samrat meri wajeh se ghum nahi-
I hug her tighter, still crying.
Mrs.Bhushan-Gunjan mein jhanti hoon, Abb so ja.
She lays me down, and puts on my blanket on me. She closes the lights and they go.
(In their room)
Mrs.Bhushan-I tell you, Varesh hum yahan nahi rahi ge. Tumne Gunjan ki hallat dekhi hi?
Mr.Bhushan-Tum sahi keh rahi ho. Hum kal hi London challi jae ge, Gunjan ko le ke. Aur yeh ghar, mein kiraye pe de doon ga.
The next morning, we packed, and went to London.
Many years passes. I am 21 now, in collage. London us fun, with many friends and everything, but I still miss Samrat. I have never forgot him, and will never will.
One day my parents decided to go back, just to sell the house, because we were not planning to live in it anyways.
But we decide to live there only for 1 week.
I went in the house, everything was the same.
I went to my balcony, and see a guy standing there.
He was handsome and all.
It was cold out here.
The wind was still blowing.
Then my dupatta flew. And landed on his face.
(Light blue scarf)
I feel so embarresed there with no dupatta.
He sees me uncomfatable, standing there.
My mom calls me, and I go running inside.
I was standing in my balcony, as usual waiting for a miracle or something. For Chashmish to return somehow.
I see a girl
she was pretty and all
there in the balcony of where chashmish lived before.
The wind blew harder and her scarf flew, and landed on my face.
I took it off slowly
and see that she was uncomfatable without it.
I didn't know what to do, but then she heard her mom calling her, so she goes running inside.
I still have her scarf, not knowing what to do with it.
Mrs.Shergill-Samrat andar aaja.
I go inside.
the next day,
I go to her house to return her scarf.
The whole night I kept thinking about her
she was so beautiful and all, she reminded me of chashmish.
She opens the door.
She is confused to see me.
was all I could manage to say.
Then I take her scarf out
and then she remembers.
Samrat-No prob, par app yaha nayi hai kya?
Gunjan-No its just that mere papa ko yeh ghar bhec na tha, so we came here only for a week.
Samrat-Oh toh aapka naam kya hai?
My heart beats faster, wow after all, I have found chashmish.
(Ok, well when they were in the park, Samrat's dad's close friend took him with him to his house, because his dad had asked him to take Samrat to this party, his mom didn't know about. When he was driving he saw Samrat there, and thought that he should take him, and that he was alone somehow. So he just took him, and later Samrats mom was sorry that she has said all those words to Gunjan)
Hey guys, me Lina. Yep, this is my first time writing an OS on Sajan. Hope you do like it. -. Please do comment, will be waiting.
Edited by rkmnsg - 08 May 2010 at 3:47pm