Geet enters the library. This library is very near to her home. She has been coming to this library since she was a child. Her father is a teacher, was very fond of this library. On every Sunday they would come and spend some time together here in this very library. Whenever she is free at home her father would send her to the library to read some meaning full books. He is a good father but very strict. He has this rule in life which suggest not to waste any time. Under this rule. he doesn't want her to waste her time by playing with the children from their street, maybe this is the reason she doesn't have any friend. Now books of this library have become her friends. "I am now get addicted to these books though geet as she looks at the well-arranged ranks of books.
As she continues to walk, she feels a cold wind snake around her legs. She shivered to step back in fear, because of her fear she was going to fall back. geet immediately takes to spot of a bookshelf. This action causes her to pull a book, which is situated in the middle of many books, as a result of the entire collection (of books on that particular shelf) rain down on her. One by one they fell down in a crescendo of loud thuds. Geet raise her arms above her head to protect her herself and shut her eyes close.
Luckily, none of the books fell on her. However, when she opened her eyes and looked down. all books are lying around her feet. Scared about whether she would get caught or not, as undoubtedly someone must have heard the noise. she crouched down and began to put the books back on the shelf. With a thumping heart, she places each book back in its position on the shelf.
When she had finally finished putting the last one back she let out a deep breath. A breath that she has not realized that she had been holding all this time. She places her forehead against the wooden shelf and sighs "this is definitely not something I have expected "thought geet taking deep breaths as she clams herself.
"Get a grip geet, thought Geet. The library looks silent once again as if nothing had happened. geet look left and right to confirm. she slowly figures that no one is going to come if they have not arrived yet. Geet breathes a sigh of relief and turns around. As she did, she felt something hard under her foot... another book. It is a small book, Old with a weathered cover and loose binding. Something about it magnetically drew her in. She slowly crouched down and pick it up.
As she held the book, she felt a strange kind of calmness in her heart as she held it. She turns it around and looks at its cover "TERE LIYE is written on it. As the book is the very old title is faded but she can still read it as if she always know what would be the title. she opens the front page of the book, at the back side of the front cover one line written. it is a faded yet beautiful and cursive handwriting...
Geet read the words out aloud, "Is Janam may na shii per aglee her janam main tum sirf or sirf mere hoo".
This line touches a chord in Geet's heart unlike any other. the sheer impact of line forced her to sit down on the floor itself. "This line sounds familiar but why? Why these words seem to hold some meaning"thought geet as she once again read the line "Is janam may na shii per aglee her janam main tum sirf or sirf mere hoo... it made her heartache while the fuzziness of her mind would not let her clearly figure out how this can have any impact on her, with shaking hands she turns the page to read.
She wants to read this book, despite its underlying strangeness it feels so familiar to her. Geet looked at the words that began at the bottom of the page... It read:
Everybody wants that special someone to come for them, even I did and he came in with all his splendor. When I saw him across from the hall that night, the night we'd first met, I'd never realized how empty I had been without him and how much I did not want to be without him...
"it looks like someone diary," thought geet after reading first 2 line... "many stories in books start in the same manner geet, said geet to herself as she shakes her head at her own stupidity. Her eyes scroll across the words faster and faster as she took in the story. The words began to leap off the page and take a voice of its own as the pages turned. Geet took in every word like a traveler who had not realized how thirsty they had become. Her eyes began to redden and fill with tears as she read the tale of the two lovers destined to be together though evil forces had other plans
As she read through the misunderstandings, sufferings, and pain they underwent, especially the trials and tribulations of fire the girl had suffered. Geet could not help but wimp and cry. The feelings executed in the story were so strongly and acutely felt by her that she could not help but empathize along with the heroine in the story.
geet take her short dairy from her handbag. She has this habit of carrying a short diary with her. when even she like some lines or dialogue in the books she used to write it in this dairy but today for the first time she has used it for another purpose...for the first time she writing something of her own. She writes on the behalf of a heroine in the story. The lines represent are feelings that heroine want to express to her lover.
"Jism Pak Aankho Mein Bhar Loon
Saans Saans Mein Shaamil Ker Loon
Is Duniya Mein Jaan Gawaa Tujhe!!!
Us Duniya Mein Haasil Ker Loon
Zindagi Gawaa Ker Bhi Jo Zindagi Mile
Har Khushi Gawaa Ker Bhi Jo Ik Khushi Mile
p.s. reposting this Os as the older link is blocked.
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