Something Called Love
One
New
Delhi
She stood there, near the
pane, gazing at the sunset, it was the end of the day, the dusk, but it was
beginning for her life. She could not make out whether it was fine or dire, but
it was her fate.
She came backside, and
looked at the young woman, a bride to be in front of her, a replica of her,
same eyes, same features, she was looking beautiful, like a perfect bride
should seem to be, wearing red and white sari, with most striking jewellery, and
crimson look, She once again looked at her with narrowed eyes, in the mirror
and muttered, 'I'm getting married!' with the weirdest expression ever. She sat
there expressionlessly. She was still in disbelief that, she was getting
married.
She was disturbed by a
sweet voice, which later, turned into a panic one, 'Oh! Jeez! You are not ready
yet! Geet, what on the earth are you doing? It is supposed to be your marriage
today!'
'Can you get me a
beer?' she said, trying to bite her nails, but did not.
'What?' have you gone
mad?'
'Get me a beer, I'm
nervous, please, you do understand me right?' she pleaded. She, indeed, was edgy.
'Okay! Wait! I'm coming
but get ready!
'Love you, pinkey!' she
smiled nervously and left for the washroom, for a while, she sat in the
washroom, still the same thought and same disbelief, covering her mind.
'Here you go! But
please, geet I know you are nervous, but its fine, it is okay, honey!' pinkey
reassured her.
'Thanks!' and she
started gulping down the drink.
After few seconds, and
gulping the half of the drink, she looked at her, with little satisfaction, 'You
are a savior, pinks!'
'Geet! What are you
doing? It's your marriage, for god sake, be happy!'
'I' m happy.'
'No! You are not; this
pathetic habit, this drink of yours can't make you happy!'
'Then what…? What can
make me happy? Pinks! Tell me! You know something; I deserve this, so it doesn't
matter now! I ought to have this only, and who wants pleasure, anyways? I lost
my right to be happy the day, I betrayed him,
so just let it be, I am just fed up, I already messed things up, now I do not
want more drama, at least for my dad! He will die! So, please let me enjoy my
wedding! My grand wedding…! Wow! I'm getting married…! You, too enjoy, go and
enjoy yourself.' she snorted a hysterical laugh.
There was a silence in
the room, both of them did not speak much, eventually, they knew the answer,
but they successfully avoided it. Without further argument, she left from the
room, after giving her the last warning, to be on time, to the aisle. Geet,
looked at her, trailed away in frustration, she smiled a bit, at her
frustration and her own confusion. She got up from the bed and once again, looked
at herself in mirror, those eyes, she looked in her own eyes, for a second, and
dart away the gaze, to avoid her hidden sadness, to avoid the hidden tears from
herself. She looked at wedding card, put on the table; she read it again for
the last time,
Ms.
Geet
Weds
Mr.
Nikhil
And, she threw it away,
finished the drink in one large sip, flinched a bit and wiped her face, and
left for the occasion, the day of her life.
***
Mumbai
He was waiting for her,
standing near the trails, seaside; it was full moon, on the beach. He stood
there in his black attire, shining in the moon light, with raw expression, tired
and exhausted, but somehow, he could manage to arrange that. Still, he was
wondering, why she had arranged the business meeting which was formal dinner,
at this place, the sea-side luxurious inn. But he was least interested in the
matter; all he wanted to do was to go back, his hometown, his mansion. As soon
as, he turned around, he saw her, coming from the aisle, looking gorgeous in
her black cocktail dress, he saw her, with least interest.
'Hey! You!' she
exclaimed with over joy.
'Hello! Where are the
clients?' he asked curiously.
She did not say
anything, it was better to keep mum instead of telling lies.
'Wait! You set me up,
right? No one is coming, right?' maan asked her in sudden realization.
'Well! Maan…yes! Kind
of…I know you are alone, you want someone, maan. I wanted to be with you' she
explained him in easiest way possible.
'No! Just…how could
you?' he was angry by then. The start of the sagacious matter, abruptly, he was
surrounded by the memories of her. He
wanted to forget all that, forget her.
He shut his eyes, tightly, he never wanted someone to pity and sympathize him,
he never, let anyone did that, too. With concluding his haunting memories in
mind, along with his eyes, he tried to leave from there, but she stopped him,
blocked his way.
'Please, maan! It's my
birthday today, please. I want to spend few hours with you; you are alone in
this city.'
'Sam! Please! Let me
go!'
'Please…maan! Just few minutes'
she pleaded.
'Okay. Only thirty
minutes.'
'Fine, Come, let's
celebrate my birthday. By the way, you have not wished me yet!' she said
smilingly, still she was nervous, but happy, too. Finally, she got the opportunity.
'Happy birthday!' he
wished her and hugged her artificially.
'Thank you, it matters
a lot!'
They did not talk much,
but went to the dance floor, with a cool gentle breeze, blowing their mind,
they were indulged in the ambiance, though, she forcefully, made him dance with
her, he could not refuse much, he joined and slowly, they were dancing slowly
on the rhythm, it was nice and melodious music, with the use of piano and later
on, with pipes. She was lost in his miraculous embrace and strong arms, with
the melodic tune and cool, calm and collected vibes; she moved closer and
closer, he was lost, somewhere.
He closed his eyes, and
images of her flashed through her
mind, all over again, he was lost in the trance, he saw her. A beautiful girl, with big brown - childish, yet passionate
eyes, the flawless complexion and the same image in light pink sari, long dark
brown silky hair, and top of that, a charming smile, he was leaving the place, emotionally,
to a little new world, his world, her
world.
He remembered her words.
'Oh!
maan…! Is this happening? For real? Or am I seeing, some horrible dream?'
'Stop
that!' and her musical laughter chimed hysterically in his ears and mind.
'Mr.Khurana,
you bring me to whole new another world! Should I take it seriously?'
And,
he found himself, in identical trance of another, tuneful laugh, a sweet melody
to hear, to heal his pain.
'Oh! It feels nice,
isn't it?' she asked him, who was lost in his thoughts and probably not heard
her at all.
'Yes!' he said under
his breath.
'…hmmm…I…I love you, maan!'
and she hugged him tight,
And he hugged her back,
'I love you, too! Geet…!'
And that was it, he
ruined it which he thought, was not the fact, he did not bothered at all. Within
a split of second, she broke the hug and looked at him in unease, then surprise,
then shock and finally, in anger.
He stood there, rooted,
eventually, he came out of his trance, it was not her, he was not with her,
realizing his mistake; how could he say this? How…? He did not say anything,
but looked at her, with no regret in his eyes. But still he tried to explain
Sammy, his forcefully made, girlfriend and to be fiance, sameera.
'Sam! I…' but he was
cut off her.
'Maan…! I
thought…you…how could you…?' with that, she ran away, with a broken and
possibly relieved heart.
He stood there, and
smiled a bit, smiled at his own act, minutes ago and then, he walked down the passageway
and moved ahead to the sea shore, in wild and stormy waves, he walked on and
on, aimlessly. After a while, he was found shedding a lone tear, from the corner
of his eye, and muttering under his breath, 'It's you, geet! It's you! Oh…my god!
Geet…! It's you…!' he laughed unconventionally through tears, realizing his
love, at the wrong time, wrong place, and wrong world. And he collapsed on the ground,
and he did not even realized, when his unusual laughter turned into whimpers,
he grasped the sand in his hand and freed it away, in the wind speed, with the
flow of nature, as his life was flowing – aimless and hollow.
***
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