Posted: 16 December 2010 at 11:09pm | IP Logged
Rajat was in his office when the peon put the invitation card on his table . He had already heard about the autogiant ventures in Mussourie . So he keenly opened the white and blue envelope and took out the card. As he flipped the card open, his hands went numb as he saw the signature at the bottom - Shravan Jay.He lost his grip on the card and it fell on the carpet.
Who is this shravan ??
Now as Rajat walked into the Bungalow lawn, the thoughts still lingered in his mind. He had not been able to tell anyone at home that he was coming to a party held by a certain "shravan" . He did not want to raise false hopes in Dadi's , Ma's or even Papa's heart .
"Good evening Mr. Rajat Jaisawal "....Mr Jay held out his hand with a smile on his face - the same one sided or angled smile.
The handshake lingered for few seconds too long. Rajat could not pay attention to what Mr. jay was saying. He just looked into his eyes.
The spectacle, the beard, the dark skin , he was confused .
But the voice - it was the same voice.
It must be Shravan .
Neetu beside him felt the same and clutched Rajats arm tighter .
"Shravan," Rajat gasped out.
"Welcome to the party and enjoy the evening," Mr. Jay proceeded forward to the next guest..
Just for a second Mr. Jay stood still but did not look back.
"Chalo lets go for the drink. " Neetu tugged on Rajat's sleeves.
Mr. Shravan Jay had tears in his eyes. After a span of two long years he was seeing someone from family. Rajat Bhaiya had not changed at all and he reminded him of dadi, ma, Nidhi Bhabi and yes also of Papa.
He did not let his voice falter while mechanically greeting more guests.
"Good evening Mr. Patil "
"Glad to have you here"
He felt like running to the Jaiswal house and hug each and everyone in the family. He was like a kid when he was thrown out mercilessly . He was robbed of his priciest possession, the woman he loved and worshipped . These last two years he was out in the world on his own, made many mistakes and learned from them , had to overcome many obstacles , worked hard to reach the postion he was at. But the sight of Rajat and Neetu Bhabi in front of him had again made him long for the love which only ones own family can give. He was still a kid at heart and wanted to become the old careless boy he was. He wanted to get out of this Armani jacket and put on a checkered shirt and run to the coffee-shop where he always hung out with Viren and Bunty. Most of all, , he wanted to leave everything and once again get drunk with the beauty of those eyes, he wanted to be with his love , with Sachi , with Sachi Ahuja ??
" Sir dinner serve karna shuru karu?" The head waiter queried.
"Adha ghante baad."
"Now where is Dr. Hemant Ahuja ? How would I know him? " Mr. Jay kept whispering to himself"
"Jaise ke taise ullu ka pattha hoon mai. Of course I will know him by Mrs. Ahuja "
"Good evening Mr. Jay and welcome to Mussourie" , a voice spoke from behind.
Mr Jay turned back.
"I am Dr. hemant Ahuja , how do you do "
Mr. Jay's heart stood still for few seconds.
Edited by sunaina02 - 17 December 2010 at 12:15am