Where should i start?
I thought a lot to say but this poem... this poem alone made me mute.
Awesome Poem! If i try to write anything on this, I would be a fool. I tell ya one of the cutest, loveliest poems ever!
That yellow dot in the distance,Became the centre of my existence,
A voice full of sunshine,
Brought life back into mine.
I longed for a glimpse,
Of that curly-haired nymph,
But all that I got, was a bright sunny blur.
So I'll bide my time, till I see her
Her of that yellow dot, the one in the distance
That became so soon, the center of my existence.
I bounded up the stairs to our conference room on the
third floor. As fatigue-ridden as I was in the morning, I was now filled with a
brilliant red of energy boost after one hour of good food, coffee and care by
Dadi.
And that yellow dot. The exuberantly cheerful yellow had
certainly left its mark on my spirits; to a certain extent atleast.
I highlighted the above for two reasons.. One I really am impressed the way you describe the meaning of each color. Two am nothing them down😆
A cocked eyebrow and my practiced monologue died on
the tip of my tongue. His tall frame towered over me dauntingly even though we
had the whole expanse of the long chestnut table between us. Damn the old man!
And people called me intimidating. Well, the apple doesn't fall far from the
tree, does it? Where is Chotte Papa when I need him?
This is something different! Till now no matter how many fics I read, I never came across this. I mean.. see the MSK we know is intimidating. Yes, But i always wondered how would he be before his parents if they were alive?
Till now I've seen fics in which either the parents are dead or grey shaded. But this was something new! And the lines i've underlined made me grin. Exactly like father like son..
I'm clean bowled by Dev oops Deveder singh's punch lines. Awesome one liners that Old man has!😆
Their friendship had begun when they were but children. And now
extended to their brood of children too, two of Khuranas and three of Handas.
Hmm. Two Khuranas and three Handas. You see am making a mental note. Kyun? ye tumhe baad mein pata chalega😆
It was the take-Maan's-trip
tone. It was times like this that the black in me wished I was ten again. When
I could stomp my feet when teased mercilessly by elders. And still be oohed and aahed at. But wait how old I am now? Twenty seven. Now I will only
get mocking snickers from Dad and Chotte Papa. These two derived sadistic
pleasures from my sufferings. And by now I was resigned to this torture.
I laughed out loud at this line. yeah yeah I did imagine Maan stomping his foot. And i ended up rolling in my seat.
Two important things now..
One.. I loved Yash-Dev's bonding. Jai-Veeru ke nakli nahi lag rahe? 😆
Seriously Bechara Maa ko dara diya na?
Am I really calling him bechara?😆
Well I like teasing.. until and unless m not the scape goat😆
It was hilarious to see the two friends betting upon how much time it takes to scare their son. Good Idea😉
Oh BTW my secnd point is :
BEchare Dev aur Yash ko budde bana diya?
Imagining Abhinav shukla as an old man is relatively easy. I imagined him with light grey hair but imagining Jai bhanushali as an old man was hilarious. You know i find him cute actually😆
This disaster reeked of Vicky.
My second point to note down. So, One Khurana is Maan, second seems Vicky. Two done. Now the Handas to go.
I hate surprises. Particularly the ones my family
springs on me. There is always a...
Hell!
Even I hate surprises. Bingo Maan. Ah don't roll your eyes. Seriously I hate surprises.
Oh BTW Wait there! This again caught my attention.
There is always a.. what?
You know how to increase the suspense don't you Suspense queen?
We have been waiting for this for so
long. I must call...
Nanhi! Right? Nanhi it is..! I'm pleasantly surprised by the bond they share..
I don't care who Nanhi is.. you-know-why.. but seriously I'm in awe that their bond is so deep. It's a bliss to have a support like that.
I ran my fingers over the name-plate once again. Odd!
Why did it feel that it has not been virgin to a human touch? Why did my senses
pick a lilac of woman's touch on from the metal?
I need not mention. I saw all your readers loved this line. So I need not mention it that it is indeed a beautiful line.
Class that oozed from simplicity of design,
it was clearly imprinted by the signature of our family's only artist. Nanhi. Her
mere thought brought a smile upon my face.
Okay so it was designed by Nanhi. The room's interior dcor was done by her. What surprises me is she's
the only artist. So as per my previous notings, as already two children from Khurana Khandan are done, Nanhi is from Handa parivar.
And she's the interior designer. Cool.
Yellow flowers. This single yellow dot against the brown setting of his office.
Hmm. Yellow flowers are kept in his room. Why do I feel that those are kept by Geet? She was there apparently so I strongly feel it is her who kept those flowers there. You may wonder..How does this simple thing matter?
It does matter. I'll tell you in my next comment😆
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