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Smitar's OS 2: FindingKhushi#5Part19(4)Pg132(19/4) (Page 45)

sujata5 Senior Member

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Posted: 13 April 2013 at 7:07am | IP Logged
Beautiful interpretation Rashmi... As always you hit the nail on the head...

I love all the quotes you match up to each and every scenario.. They are perfectThumbs Up

Thanks foe the PMs

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Jyo.Arshi.IPK IF-Sizzlerz

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Posted: 13 April 2013 at 8:20am | IP Logged
smita update pls !!!! LOL

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Fabulous 18 sec.3 & it got a beautiful interpretation ...

You both rock!!!!!! Clap

BURGEON, blossoming of love and blossoming of trustin Khushi Kumari Gupta. Big smile

Waiting for next chapter...Day Dreaming

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Originally posted by Jyo.Arshi.IPK

smita update pls !!!! LOL

Posted Part 18, Section 4. Enjoy!Wink


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rulama IF-Sizzlerz

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OS 2: Finding Khushi

Part 18 

Section 4

Khushi & Arnav left Vimala Chachi & the textile shop to go to Khushi's house, Gomti Sadan, for lunch. The sales girls and Vimla Chachi watched the pair walk out holding hands, and smiled at each other.

Arnav drove to Gomti Sadan, following Khushi's directions which were confusing and very informative to say the least.

"You have to turn left near Devi Maiyya's temple. Then you will see Rajesh Chacha's wheat mill, milk booth, and Nathu's sweetshop. Then we have to turn right near the street tap where all the ladies dump garbage at night, and go on for a few minutes. Then you will come to a rickshaw stand..."

Arnav looked at her, taking his eyes off the mad rush on the road for a moment. 

"Left. I said, left, Arnavji! This is Devi Maiyya's temple!", Khushi exclaimed.

Two adolescent cyclists attempted to commit suicide by crashing into his car. He deftly swung the steering wheel to save both of them, and tried to find space between a lorry carrying household items and a public bus with men hanging by their toenail to the footboard...

"You see that shop, Arnavji?", Khushi asked, leaning towards him, and pointing to a small candystore hidden behind the butchers and a shop selling musical instruments.

Arnav glanced at it, scared to take his eyes off the road for too long.

"Bankelalji used to sell channa there. When we left school, we used to go there and buy channa daily from him.", Khushi smiled, lost in the memory of the good old times.

Arnav smiled, looking at her lost expression.

"That's our school, Arnavji! Jiji and I used to go there. Aap ko pata he, the biology teacher used to cane me everyday. She used to ask, are you sure you and Payal belong to the same family?", Khushi laughed.

Arnav smiled.

"Ramu Chacha sells thandai there... That is Ritesh Mama's kirana store... Babuji used to run Satwik Mistaan Bhandaar next door...", Khushi sighed. "People used to stand in queue to buy his Agra peda and my jalebis..."

Arnav looked at her downcast face, upset for her.

Khushi's face lit up. "Ramu Chacha used to call me Jalebi Rani of Lucknow!" 

Arnav smiled.

"Turn right here, Arnavji! That is the garbage dump!", Khushi pointed out.

Arnav obediently turned right, like the good boy he was.

Khushi led him through the big arch of an old house. 'Gomti Sadan' and the year of construction were written in metal on the arch. He drove into a big courtyard. A cot had mango pieces left to dry on it, to be pickled later. Another had brass utensils washed and left to dry in the sun. There were a few plants in pots, and a stack of folded clothes on a stool.

"Please come in.", Khushi the hostess invited him in. She led him into the living room, a huge hall with a TV in one corner, and old chairs with plush cushions and tables. The walls had many decorative hangings, and the whole room looked colourful and lived-in. The stained glass windows lent piquancy to the appearance of the room.

Arnav stood in the centre of the room and looked around. There was a photo of Buaji & Phuphaji. Buaji looked impossibly slender and shy, standing by a Phuphaji with a walrus moustache. Arnav smiled.

"Coffee.", Khushi gave him a cup of the unsweetened beverage, and placed the tray on a table. "I will make lunch now.", she announced.

Arnav shed his coat & waistcoat, unbuttoned a couple of the buttons on his brown shirt to beat the heat, and followed her to the kitchen.

It was a big, sun-lit room, with jars and jars of pickles, a basket of vegetables, bins of atta and sugar... He watched Khushi deftly mix atta for roti and mince vegetables for curry.

Soon the kitchen was redolent with the smell of delicious cooking. Arnav washed the utensils she had used for cooking, wetting himself more than the pans. Khushi leaned against the counter, laughing, clutching her tummy.

"Arnav Singh Raizada... ha..ha...  washing.. the..the... dishes...", she chuckled.

"Khushi Kumari Gupta!", he growled in pretended anger.

Khushi laughed more.

Arnav smiled and sprayed some water on to her. Khushi ran from the room, carrying the dishes to the dining table. Arnav followed, laughing.

Arnav and Khushi sat down to have their meal. Khushi served him and then herself. The food tasted like ambrosia to Arnav, especially when Khushi broke a piece of roti and dipping it in the sabzi that she had made, placed it in his mouth. Arnav chewed slowly, savouring the morsel. When he finished, he parted his lips and sat waiting for her to feed him. 

Khushi giggled. Arnavji was so funny! Like a child, she thought. And being Khushi, she blurted out her thoughts as soon as she thought them.

"Arnavji! You are so like a child! No wonder Anjaliji & Naniji call you Chotey!", she smiled.

Arnav looked down at his plate. Where had his childhood gone? Had he ever had a childhood? All he could remember of it was the suicide of his parents and the helplessness he had felt when his uncle had thrown him & Di out... He looked at Khushi's happy face. Maybe he had been given a second chance at life and happiness. He was no fool to waste it!

They finished their meal, enjoying each other's company. After the meal, Arnav helped Khushi wash the plates and crockery they had used. He then took his glass of water and walked around, studying the photos hanging on the walls of the corridor leading away from the kitchen.

There was a family photo. Arnav took a mouthful of water. 

Amma & Babuji were sitting. Buaji was standing behind them, Khushi & Payal on either side of her. Khushi had taken hold of Buaji's long plait and put it around her neck. Arnav chuckled, choking and spilling water all over his shirt.

Khushi came running to him. "Arnavji, what happened? Are you alright?" She patted him on his head and rubbed his back so that he could get his breath back.

"You have wet your shirt!", she gasped. "I will dry it if you remove it."

"I will remove it.", he said, laughter still lingering in his voice. 

Khushi pointed out her bedroom to him, and went to lock the back door.

When she got to her bedroom, Arnavji was sitting without his shirt on her bed, leaning against the headboard. Her feet halted at the threshold. She clutched the sides of her suit, bunching the material in her fists.

"Khushi... Here's the shirt!", Arnav said, holding out the wet shirt.

Khushi had no choice. Breathing deeply to calm herself, Khushi walked up to him, and held out her trembling hand. He looked at her hand, and then placed the shirt in it. Her fingers closed over the material. She took it to the terrace leading from her room to hang it out to dry.

Arnav sat watching her, a smile on his naughty face.

Drawing on all her reserves of courage and self-control, Khushi returned to the room.

Arnav sat back, relaxed, looking at a visibly uncomfortable Khushi who was trying very hard not to look at his bare chest and torso.

Khushi tried to leave the room inconspicuously.

"Khushi...", Arnav called.

"J..j..i..i..?", she quavered.

"Just come here for a moment.", he invited.

Khushi took a couple of steps to the bed. And halted.

"Closer...", Arnav invited in his bedroom voice, his molten eyes calling her to throw all caution and fear to the winds and enjoy the moment.

Khushi gulped... And took one step forward.

"Closer...", his voice went huskier.

Khushi took one more step closer to him on trembling legs, feeling short of breath, feeling asthough all the nerves in her body were stretched on a rack...

Arnav leaned forward in a quick movement, and caught her arm in a vice. He pulled her to sit by him on the bed, facing him.

Khushi panted. Arnav's heart raced to match hers.

He flicked a finger against her pale cheek. What is wrong, Khushi? You look scared..." He smiled at her, his eyes twinkling in mirth.

"He is dangerous, Khushi. Don't look into his eyes...", Khushi told herself. As usual, she spoke aloud, and Arnav burst out laughing.

Khushi frowned at him. How dare he steal her breath first, and then laugh at her breathlessness? She made to get off the bed, miffed with him.

Arnav pulled her into his arms, holding her close against his bare chest. Her hands clutched his bare shoulders, and pulled back as though she had touched fire.

"Aap... aap kya kar rehe he? Chodiye hamein!", she said. Unfortunately the words sounded more like an invitation to hold on to her tighter rather than a warning. And her eyes slid to his tempting lips...

Arnav smiled, his delicious lips twisting in mockery. "Tut tut, Khushi. You still don't know what I am going to do to you? That's a shame. We have to correct it at the earliest."

His face came closer to hers, his lips approaching hers.

Khushi gasped, her half-fried brain capable of coming up only with "Arnavji... Arnavji... the shirt..."

"Shirt ko goli maro.", Arnav whispered as he moved in for the kill.

Part 18:Section 3: 80478569 Part 18:Section 5:80680184 

Edited by rulama - 15 April 2013 at 1:10am

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Here is the interpretation to Section 4 of Part 18.

Khushi and Arnav left for lunch at Gomti Sadan holding hands much to the amusement of Vimala Chachi and the sales girls of the textile shop. The love-birds made  them smile. Under Khushi's directions, Arnav drove to Gomti Sadan. Her set of directions were quite confusing but informative none the less. Her directions, that he had to turn left near Devi Maiyya's temple, then they will see Rajesh Chacha's wheat mill, milk booth, and Nathu's sweetshop, after that they had to turn right near the public tap which doubled up as garbage collection point where all the ladies dump garbage at night, and going straight ahead for a few minutes they would reach a rickshaw stand made Arnav look at her, taking his eyes of the road littered with cows, buffaloes along with vehicles, people and hawkstalls, amidst the narrow streets. Arnav was surprised to see this animated side of Khushi. When he took a wrong turn, she exclaimed that she had said left and pointing to the building that it was Devi Maiyya's temple.

Two young cyclist cut across his vehicle. His presence of mind and quick reflex by veering his car away from them and saved them. He careened into a space between a lorry carrying household items and a jam packed public bus with passengers spilling out and hanging by their toenail to the footboard and the ladder behind. Unmindful of this, Khushi who was enjoying introducing her Arnavji to her neighbourhood leaning towards him asked does he see that shop pointing to a small candystore sandwiched slightly peeping from behind the butcher's and a musical instrument shop. Though Arnav glanced at it, he was scared to take his eyes off the road. Khushi who was used to these conditions found it normal but for Arnav who was used to following the road rules had a tough time with people, vehicles and animals squeezing in between.

Unaware of his dilemma, Khushi was describing the street map with landmarks to him. She told him that at a particular point, Bankelelji used to sell channa, which was their daily stop on their way back from school. Khushi was having a good time and was soon lost in the memory of good old times. Arnav smiled looking at her lost expression. Soon she perked up and pointed out to Arnav the school were she and her Jiji studied. She told him with a laugh that she was at the receiving end of her Biology teacher's wrath every day, who would inevitably exclaim whether Payal and she come from the same family. Arnav smiled listening to her narration as well as her joy. Continuing her commentary she told him that next came Ramu Chacha's cold drink corner and Rithesh Mama's Grocery shop. She gave out a sigh and told him that next to it was her Babuji's Satwik Mistaan Bhandaar where people used to queue up to buy his Agra peda and her jalebis. Arnav was upset to see her feeling low. Soon the thought of Ramu Chacha calling her Jalebi Rani in the past lit up her face, making Arnav's spirit lift up too!

She pointed out to the garbage collection point. As per her earlier directions, Arnav took a right turn that led them through a big arch of an old house with a plaque bearing its name Gomti Sadan and the year of construction. They arrived into a central courtyard where mango pieces were spread for sundrying on a cot to be pickled. Another had shiny brass utensils all washed left to dry in the sun. A few plants in pots and a stack of folded clothes on a stool were the other items gracing the courtyard.

Khushi, as a hostess, graciously invited him in and lead him into the living room. It was a huge hall filled with old chairs with plush cushions, tables and with a TV in one corner. Walls were covered with decorative hangings bringing in vibrant soothing colours to the room giving it an ethnic effect. It had a cosy vernacular effect giving it an appearance of lived-in room.  The stained glass panes on the windows let in filtered light lent to it a classic piquancy of yester-years. Arnav who was observing the room standing at the centre saw a photo of Buaji and Phupaji. Buaji was quite a slender lass, all coy in the picture standing beside a Phupaji who was sporting an unbelievably bushy drooping walrus moustache. It was a picture of contrast that made Arnav smile.

Khushi came with a tray holding a cup of sugarless coffee for him. She told him that she'll quickly prepare their lunch and went on to do it. Arnav relieving himself off his coat and the waist coat, loosening his collar and rolling up his sleeves to beat the heat, followed her into the kitchen.

It was a big room well illuminated by the daylight, stacked neatly with jars of pickles, a basket of vegetables, bins of atta and sugar. He watched Khushi deftly knead the dough for roti and make a short work of dicing the vegetables for curry. Soon she had delicious aroma of dish wafting through the air.  While she was garnishing and laying out the table, Arnav tried his hand at washing the cooking utensils, and in the process wetting himself. It was a sight to behold and Khushi leaned against the counter laughing her head off.  Clutching her stomach she managed to blurt out her amusement, Arnav Singh Raizada washing the dishes! Arnav's pseudo angry growl, Khushi Kumari Gupta increased her mirth. Arnav smiling at his laughing girl sprayed some water on her, making her grab the dishes and move to the dining room. Arnav followed her laughing too. Both of them sat down to have their meal. For him it was a repast that surpassed all. For him, it was like ambrosia, especially when khushi fed him with the pieces of roti dipped in the sabzi. He took his own sweet time to chew it, savouring it a lot. When that morsel was done, he waited for the next with an open mouth making Khushi giggle at this funny Arnav! Just like a child was her thought and Khushi true to her nature blurted it out with a smile, that he was just like a child and it was of little wonder that Anjaliji and Naniji call him Chotey!

Arnav looked down at his plate and wondered over her question. Where had his childhood gone? Had he ever had a childhood? All he could remember of it was the suicide of his parents and the helplessness he had felt when his uncle had thrown him & Di out. Looking at Khushi's happy face, he thought maybe he had been bestowed with a second chance at life and happiness. He would not be a fool to squander it! Relishing each other's company they finished their meal. Later, Arnav helped to clear the table and in washing the dishes.

Once it was done, with a glass of water in hand he walked around the room studying the photos that were hanging along the walls of the corridor leading away from the kitchen. There was a family picture. With a mouth full of water he got engrossed in studying that picture. In it Amma and Babuji were sitting while Buaji was standing with her nieces on either side. While Payal's one hand was on Buaji's shoulder and the other on her arm, Buaji's other arm was around Khushi keeping her close and Khushi had taken hold of Buaji's long plait and put it around her neck. It was a pleasant picture depicting a happy family. It made Arnav chuckle, choke and spill water on his shirt. Khushi came running to his side and started to pat his back asking what happened? Whether he was alright? Seeing his shirt drenched she told him that he was wet and she would dry if he removes it.  In a laughter filled voice he told her that he would comply. Pointing her bedroom for him, she went to latch the bolt on the backdoor.When she got to her bedroom, she found Arnav sitting without his shirt on her bed with his head resting on the headboard.  Her feet halted on the threshold, and her hands clutched the sides of her suit to control her emotions. When Arnav held out his wet shirt for her to take she had no choice. Inhaling deeply, calming herself she walked upto him and holding out a trembling hand she took it to the terrace to be hung to dry.

Arnav watched her with a naughty smile. Drawing deep into her reserves of courage and self-control, Khushi returned to her room. Arnav was relaxed and laid back, watching the discomfited Khushi who was trying her utmost to avoid looking at shirtless Arnav. Khush tried to leave the room unobtrusively. When Arnav called out to her Khushi, with a tremulous voice she answered him, Ji. He invited her to come over for a moment. Khushi took a couple of steps and halted. When he told her closer, in his breathy voice, his molten caramel eyes that had gone darker calling her to fearlessly come to him and enjoy the moment. Khushi gulped and slowly moved closer. She felt her legs give away with nervousness and her nerves were stretched to their limits. Leaning forward with unbelievable agility, caught her by her arm and pulled her to sit facing him. Khushi panted and Arnav's heart too was beating erratically but matching hers.

Flicking a finger against her pallid face, with mirth lurking in his twinkling eye, he asked her what was wrong. Why was she looking scared? Khushi in a soto voce muttered to herself that he was dangerous and not to look at him. As usual it was heard by him making him let out a whoop of laughter. Khushi frowned and thought how dare he do such things? A miffed Khushi had all the logic thrown out of window. Her thoughts were first he made her go out of breath and then laugh at her plight? When she tried to get off the bed, Arnav pulled her close to his chest ensconced within his arms. Her hands clutched his bare shoulders to steady herself but pulled back as though it scorched her palms.

She asked him what was he doing and to release her. But to her luck the words came out of her in dulcet tone practically purring and her eyes lingered on his lips all along.  Arnav who had been waiting all along smiled at her with his lips twisting in mockery. He told her, was she still unaware of what he was about to do to her?  That was really a shame that needed his urgent attention and it needed to be corrected at the earliest. He brought his face closer to her with his lips home-in hers. Khushi gasped as she realized but was mesmerized. Looking at his lips she blurted out incoherently the only words that her brain was capable of thinking, Arnavji, Arnavji, the shirt. Arnav responded to her in a whisper, Shirt ko goli maro, before he went to claim her lips.


This update gives a general view of the whole in brief and can be described in one word COMPENDIOUS! Must be wondering whether I have lost my marbles! You are not alone to think so! I too had the same thought simultaneously when this thought occurred. But uncannily it fits! I mean both my thoughts!!

"No matter where you go or what you do, you live       your entire life within the confines of your head"                                          ~Terry Josephson

When Arnav and Khushi left Vimala Chachi's shop they were holding hands without any care of where they were. It was a compact view of what the rest would get all their lives from these two.

Khushi gave him directions, that were epigrammatic for a Lucknowite but for a layman like Arnav to that part of the city it was a maze!

"I find the great thing in this world is not so much       where we stand, as in what direction we are                 moving"

                                   ~ Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr.,                                       Autocrat of the Breakfast Table

The drive through the city to Gomti Sadan gave Arnav a close view of how animated Khushi could become when in her bastion. She held simple things dear to her. For a cynic like him it was an eyeopener to her point of view.

Maneuvering through the unruly traffic he gets a concise glimpse of her life before.

She takes him succinctly through her nostalgic memories and making him see what made Khushi she was now. He realizes that for her it is people that are important. They may be from any part of the strata of the society but it's the people who are important and she gives importance to human relationship.

"Those who are nurtured best, survive best"

                                     ~ Louis Cozolino

Arnav sees that she is not a person to be bitter about anything. She takes things stoically but always tries to see the positive side of it.

Want to know why I am making this statement?

When her teacher punishes her almost everyday, and compares her with her sister any child would start hating that teacher but she even now laughs at it. Moreover when a child is compared with another, the usual reaction is bitterness towards the other child. Where as here Khushi loves Payal and has nothing but pleasant memories of her. This shows the bond that Khushi has with her sister as well as the family. Though she is adopted they have always made her wanted and that is the reason that she is able to take things in a proper way. The family picture says it all. It is this inclusive nature of Khushi that has been glimpsed by Arnav during her nostalgic narration of her school days.

"Words are a pretext. It is the inner bond that             draws one person to another, not words"

                                     ~ Rumi

He is given a brief view of how simple things in life were her source of enjoyment since childhood, like channa. When with a sigh she tells him about her father's sweet meat shop, he comes to know that she was the one who was proficient in making Jalebis and was nicknamed by one of her neighbours as Jalebi Rani of Lucknow.

"Life is really simple, but we insist on making it           complicated"

                                     ~ Confucius

Gomti Sadan itself gave him a glimpse of the middle class life and the interior was a compact view of their life where cosiness, colour and comfort along with simplicity and neatness were given importance to. In a word it was a vernacular setting.

"What I love most about my home is who I share it     with"

                                     ~ Tad Carpenter

Though he knew she was a good cook he found her cooking extrodinarily tasty as now it was laced with love and when eaten from her hands it tasted heavenly. It was a brief vision for him of the things that he would have in his life from now on.

"There is one thing more exasperating than a wife       who can cook and won't, and that's a wife who           can't cook and will"

                                      ~ Robert Frost

A statement by Khushi of him being a child still reminded him succinctly what he had missed in life and what he needed to do to rectify it.

"What we remember from childhood we remember     forever - permanent ghosts, stamped, inked,               imprinted, eternally seen"

                                     ~ Cynthia Ozick

For Khushi, giving him a comprehensive glimpse of her life in Lucknow and her childhood was her way of showing acknowledgement of his role in her life. After his offer of marriage to her he had told her that he never knew anything about her, her taste, her liking and her wishes much. By giving and sharing what she held dear to her she has given her acceptance of him in her life.

"For after all, the best thing one can do when it is         raining is let it rain"

                                 ~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Arnav by helping out to her with dishes has shown her that he shares with her both their happiness and tough times. He is with her, through thick and thin, come what may. Nothing is mundane where she is concerned.

"The truest form of love is how you behave toward     someone, not how you feel about them"

                                    ~ Steve Hall

He resorts to naughty actions knowing that, she is uncomfortable as well as just inhibited and not repulsed by him. It is to put her at ease and also satisfy both of them that he asks her to come near him. She like a moth attracted to the flame slowly moves near him and her eyes are not looking into his eyes but are watching his lips that she finds irresistible. For him it is like his thoughts being reflected, and he goes on to fulfill it. This gives both a synoptic view of how things would be between them.

"Don't ask what the world needs. Ask what makes     you come alive and go do it. Because what the             world needs is more people who have come alive"

                                    ~ Howard Thurman

That's why it is COMPENDIOUS.


That's it from me. Hope you enjoy it.

Edited by rulama - 15 April 2013 at 2:05am

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--MISHTEE-- IF-Sizzlerz

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Posted: 13 April 2013 at 9:08am | IP Logged
Loved d update
I have ni words to describe it
beautifully written nd u description of places is amazing
nd loved d shirtless part especially with pic Embarrassed Embarrassed Embarrassed
"shirt ko goli maaro" ROFL
pls update soon Smile

Edited by --MISHTEE-- - 13 April 2013 at 9:21am

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Posted: 13 April 2013 at 9:13am | IP Logged
my space... off to reading

Haayyeee Khushi...goli maro shirt ko...and throw caution to the winds TongueTongueTongueTongueTongue

Can't wait for the next part!!!

Edited by IPKlover - 14 April 2013 at 9:37am

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