Moments and Memories…!!

January 5, 2010

EXPRESSIONS II ….!!!

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December 23, 2009

IT’S HARD…!!

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AIN’T NO SUPERMAN…!!

November 29, 2009

A CAT KILLED…!!

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had a break…

had a kit-CAT…!!

 

 

P.S. when started this post, had a lot in mind to write. But now, numb. Tags will explain what this post was to be all about.. 🙂

Enjoi..!!

September 26, 2009

FRIENDS…!!

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friends  : They come in your life… become special… and then they leave u…

and u miss them… forever…!!

will miss getting drenched...!!

June 23, 2009

क्या भूलूं… क्या याद करूं…!!

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Talked to my friend today… the same great girl I talked about in my KAASH thread… She was happy… very happy… today was her first day in college… IIM B… a dream came true for her…

The best campus…

Awesome whether…

Behatareen Rooms…

She was happy…!!

I kept asking her questions… and she kept answering… in full zeal… had too many of them…. And I asked them all…  she too was ready to answer each one of them… and she did…

And then there were tears…

Ek Kaash…!!

I never cried all these days over what has already been split… even the day when result was announced, I was sad, a little sad, but never cried… and today, tears won’t stop…!!

All those days when I was preparing (or when I kept myself and the world in the illusion that I AM preparing), it never came to my mind that I could fail… OPTIMISM or OVERCONFIDENCE… whatever…!! That was ME then… without negating any thing which could possibly go wrong at the last moment, I had this strong feeling that I cannot fail…!!

Everybody around got their reservations done for Hyderabad, to join Deloitte… but I waited… waited till the D day arrived… 10th April’09… I wanted reservations for Khozikode.

Till 10th, I was busy quoting facts about IIM K on long phone calls… somethings like “its god’s own campus in god’s own country”… the fee structure… the kind of life there… read blogs… fantasized things…

Till 10th

But as soon as results were out, I called up home: “mummy, hyderabad ke tickets karwa dijiye ab…”

But I didn’t cry then too…

And suddenly, today, these tears…

“how is everything in IIM…??”

“A dream come true Rohit…!!”

Tears were there…

“Rooms…?? Got roommates…??”

“Yeah… single room…!!”

I kept asking…. I kept crying…

She kept answering… she was happy…

I wanted to be as happy as she is… I wanted to find the answers myself…

I kept asking…

“Boys and girls have common hostels…??”

“Yeah… different floors though…!!”

 

All these days I kept telling myself that whatever happens, happens for good… but m insecure now… don’t know if next CAT is THE CAT for me or not… I made infinite tough choices… skipped NTPC and sat for Deloitte… I had my reasons for everything i did… the reasons I cannot claim to be any true now… m not sure of them any more… m insecure… daily I console myself that company is good… future will be good….

COMPROMISING has come into my nature…

All after 10th of April 2009…

Since then… for the last 2 and a half months, I never thought of it… I was virtually happy with what was happening around… hamesha achha hi hota hai

All these days I never cried…

But tears wont stop today… everything is coming back…

 

(and the same day, another friend of mine said: “yaar, m very sad for some reasons… bas ye samajh le ki IIM ki call aayi aur convert nahin hui…”

I sincerely wish, she is not AS sad as she said she is…!!)

June 20, 2009

I Wanna Live it All Over AGAIN….!!

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“Oye.. aaj teri tone hi badli hui si lag rahi hai… bada khush lag raha hai tu aaj…”

“Hmmm… didi aaj friends se mila hun bahut dino baad”

Amandeep didi could make out from my voice… I WAS HAPPY…!!

 

Long time since college got over… 30 days to be exact…

They say, “time heals”… 30 days… m still waiting…

 

But something good happened lately… we met… the BURI NAZAR WAALE group of ours…

The long planned meet… the same old jokes… illogical discussions… leg pullings… sitting on the pavements… making fun of modern art… the same victorious feeling that no one in this world can withstand the kind of sarcasm and creativity we bring into everything we do together… the same old expressions saying “YET AGAIN” whenever something went wrong… and eyes going watery again with laughter on things that exclusively happened to us… it was like feeling college all over again… all fun!!

Metro walks… DTC tours… Akshardham queues… Museum pics… all moments!!

 

Not long and all of us will be entering a new world where none of us will have enough time to celebrate life the way we had been doing till date… CARELESS is the word… Soon, no one to discuss… no one to share… no one to adore… and no one to suggest… A completely new phase of life where one has to loose one’s self to make a name for one…

 

Huh… confusing…!!

Life….!!

 

And before we get into questioning “are we ready to step into the new world and loose ourselves”… an impromptu reply comes:

“As long as we are together, a ME will never be lost… there will be someone always few moments with whom will remind us of what we actually are…

That when we sang, ban ke sahara ek duje ka yun hi chalte chalein…we meant it…

That, we ARE… coz we are TOGETHER…”

 

At no point in life we lived in a moment when things were easy… or when there were no hard choices to make… there wasn’t a day when we didn’t feel the blues of being solitary… yet we smiled and lived… all coz we had few people who were always there for us…

 

Not everything will change… few things definitely will… but not everything…

the ways may change… but the quest for girlfriends never will…

the point of discussion may change… but pointless discussions will always grow…

the size of wallets may change… but the fights for a dime will always be there…

the prayers for “GOD… Y ME” may seem to seize… but the feeling of “Y ME” never will…

 

Hum na badlenge zamaane ki raftaar k sath,

Hum jab bhi milenge andaaz purana hoga!!

 

Life is tough… Fir bhi, isko has kar jeene ka… ek alag hi hai mazaa…!! 

 

 

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May 23, 2009

IRONIC is life… and so will be the ways to LIVE IT…!!

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“Zindagi mil ke bitaayenge… haal-e-dil gaa ke sunayenge,

hum to saat rang hain, ye jahaan rangeen banayenge…”

still remember the day when a group of friends… each one of them equally untalented… got together to sing this song on their college farewell… IRONIC…!!  singing “zindagi mil ke bitaayenge” on a farewell day… 

they blew it… seriously blew it…  many of them never had any experience of stage till that day… the experience was great… they laughed at themselves… on the officially last day of the college,  when everybody was expected to be in tears, they laughed… IRONIC…!!

then there’s this another day coming to mind when we had a never ending discussion on these lines by gaalib:

“humko maloom hai jannat ki haqeeqat lekin,

dil ko behlaane ke liye gaalib ye khayal acha hai…”

 

suddenly… all the IRONIES was resolved….!!!!

 

P.S.: humko ab bhi pata hai jannat ki haqeeqat lekin… hum zaroor milenge…!!

May 16, 2009

The Last One to FALL…!!

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“why…why do i have to see all this…  in this already lost battle that we are fighting, i die everytime someone i love… someone i know, dies…  Why?? I wanted to die peacefully… not in bits…”

“but u wanted to die last….!!”

May 8, 2009

DAMN… I LOVE U…!!

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>>Before u get into reading this, please read I WON’T LOVE AGAIN post…. This is a sequel to it…

Even if u have read it, go thru it once… pleeeeez….!!

DAMN.... I love U

“I love u Dhara…”

“kab se DD… I am committed… for 2 yrs now…”

“DD, promise u will be ther always… promise that u will help me…”

“I will, I PROMISE…!!”

A lot of promises were made… but none of them… none… were kept. A lot of believes shattered. Dhara feels like witnessing this conversation with DD everyday… and everyday she is lost.

She checks the calendar-11th June- huh, HER birthday… She always had troubles remembering birthdays. Every year on their b’day, DD never failed to call her up at the stroke of 12… He used to call her, then wait for Dhara to wish him first and replied saying “same to u dhara…”

Every year the first wish for Dhara came in this way:  “same to u”… a rare thing to hear on your birthday… but this happened every year… every year till two years back…

Thoughts flew back to school days. The first time when Dhara met DD, something told her that this thing between them, their friendship, is gonna last long- really long. DD never spared a chance to irritate her. She although showed that she has lost it again to DD and she is irritated, she loved THE DD’s ways of making her feel special. They always ended up fighting and patching up the next day only to fight again. If she didn’t see him for even a day, then it was not a day worth remembering.

They grew up together…

Dhara knew that DD will never be serious in his life… actually, he can never be… Moreover it didn’t suit him… he looked good only with a smile.

But the day when he said he loves her, DD was serious…Dhara knew it wasn’t a joke… that for the first time in his life perhaps, DD was serious…

She had no other option but to tell him that she was committed… how she was proposed and how she said YES…!!

Since then, there were no calls from DD… three years and 2 birthdays gone and not a single call from him…

She didn’t even know where he is now…

The boy who proposed her also left, without giving any reasons… ahh..!! thank god I had reasons to say NO to DD… And with him were gone all the promises whish he had made. That was the time when she wanted DD’s presence the most… but he wasn’t there…

She was alone…

TIME FLEW FOR HER… NO PROMISES WERE KEPT…!!

He got up… and replayed the same paragraph of the same song… for the nth time today…

Muskuraun Kabhee To Lagataa Hai
Jaise Hothhon Pe, Karz Rakhaa Hai…

Tujhse naraaz nahin zindagi, Hairaan hun mein…

and he  smiled again… for the nth time… today, on his b’day….

Well, job was fun… an all together new experience but nothing less than the fun of sitting idle in hostel for hours. He was the most sought after companion to have for lunch time- all thanks to his instantaneous jokes and spontaneity to react foolishly to any situation… He smiled a little and made everybody laugh… the same daily dose of humor was still intact.…


His dressup would never go with the kind of personality he is….

Today was no exception…

Dressed in suit, looking like gentleman, he looked exactly opposite the way he actually is. A smile on his face, hair not combed properly… and with a red rose tucked to his pocket, he was the talk of the office… today, on his birthday…

There was a grand party for the office colleagues… host was DD and the reasons were double fold… one of them being his birthday…

Smiling and happy faces all around… it was virtually an off day…

But, among all these smiles, among all his friends, he was still searching for a special wish… he was missing Dhara…

DD wondered if she even remembers it is her birthday today… Dhara was bad at remembering birthdays…

He was missing her… today, on their birthday…

Haah…!!! the same memories… the same joyful moments of togetherness… the same painful last two years… the same never ending wait for a response….

All started to come to him in flashes… again…

Since the D-day, life was never same for DD…

Everything looked deserted…

The only thing he wanted from life… for life… was not his, and the rest mattered least.

Whenever something good happened to him, he so craved that she was around…

Whenever something bad happened, he wanted her all the more…

But she wasn’t there…

He was alone…

Every night he expected dhara’s call… there was none.

Every hour he tried her… no replies.

He had to quit…

He knew that Dhara feels he was not the kind of guy she would like to spend her life with, and he feared that she will never know the truth…!!

TIME FLEW FOR HIM… HE LEARNT TO LET GO…!!

The long-long day was over… DD wanted some moments in isolation… public gatherings still irked him…

The party was good… and celebrations for the day were over… A lot of surprises made this day an unforgettable one…
Walking along the pavement, he was noticing every face that he came across. Every face had its story…

A kid screaming just coz he was denied another sip of cold drink… A couple standing in the deserted corner, girl crying and boy with stern looks… A lady, 50 something, walking alone and murmuring to herself… a beggar, an astrologer, another girl having golgappe… the pavement was full of faces tonight, each with a story… everyone seemed to have one… or at least he could make one from each one of them.

Wait… the voice was heard before… the voice of the girl having golgappe-

He moved towards her… long hair…

He moved closer… fair complexion

He inched closer  and… oh my god…!!

“DHARA…!!” he exclaimed

It was hard for the girl to look at DD’s face coz of the glare of the lights from behind… but that was not necessary… she recognized the voice…

MY GOD…!! Dhara… its u… of all the people in this world, its u…

HI…!!”

“Hey DD… hello”

“kaisi hai yaar…” he was breathing hard…

“mein bahut achi hun… tu bata…”

“yahan kya… matlab Hyderabad mein kyun… matlab kya kar rahi hai yahan… matlab tu to shayad delhi mien thi na…” words were not coming out properly… DD just hoped that they made perfect sense…

“Mein to yahan kisi project ke kaam se aayi hun… abbey, main Radio Mirchi mein RJ hoon… Delhi mein… tu yahan kaise…”

“Bhool gayi, arey mein to yahi kaam karta hun… Deloitte…”

“Jaise tune mujhe bataya tha… remember the last time we talked… its over 2 years now…”

“2 years, 3 months and 2 days to be exact…”

A silence followed… very unlikely of them… it continued for long… very long…

Dhara broke it…

Dhara: by the way, HAPPY BIRTHDAY…

DD: aah…:)… same to u yaar

And here was the first wish of the day for her… coming again from DD…

DD: chal chalte-chalte baat karte hain…

till when are u here in Hyderabad..??

Dhara: Not long, perhaps 2 more days… but it won’t be possible to meet u, will be very busy…

DD: 😛 I didn’t ask u to meet me… still try if u can take out time??

Dhara: DD, tu badla nahin yaar… the same way of saying things u want as if I want them to get done…

DD: pata hai…

Ye bata, wo banda kaisa hai… jisne tujhe propose kiya tha…

Dhara smiled… she had no answer to this… the boy was long gone… she didn’t even know where he is now…

DD too got the answer… he knew how and when to stop asking questions… As always, Dhara never had to say everything… yet everything was understood.

DD: hmm… rehne de… samajh gaya… ye bata, tu theek hai na… mein us gadhe ke bharose tere ko chhod ke gaya tha aur wo bhaag gaya…. GADHA…!!

Dhara: hmm…

DD, do I need to tell u that I missed u… all these days… U never answered my calls DD… no messages… kyun?? just coz, u thought that boy was there…??

Ohhk… must be network problem then… she too tried… it wasn’t that bad atleast…

DD: chhod un baaton ko… ye bata, hw was today…

Dhara: huh… can’t say. Till 30 mins ago, it was the worst b’day of my life… but now it is the most cherished…

DD: hey Dhara, u talk like an RJ… u know how to flatter…

Dhara: how was yours…?

DD: Great… you were the surprise of the day… a lot of surprises today… u were best among them…

Dhara: surprises like..??

DD:  like this one from my family… I AM MARRYING…!!

Dhara: WHAT..!!! girl of ur choice…??

DD: nah… arranged…

Dhara: tu arranged maariage kar raha hai.. u always had dreams of love marriage…

It must be coz of her that DD has agreed to this arranged marriage…

DD: I WILL LEARN TO LOVE HER…

She was supposed to be happy… she wanted to be, but she wasn’t…

The guilt increased many folds…

He will LEARN to love her…!!

Can I now tell him that I LOVE him…Now I realize ki of all the things in this world that ever mattered to me, I need him by my side most of all, can I NOW tell him this. Will that make any sense to him… will that change anything now…

And why, now, suddenly when he is getting married, sharing the best moments of his after D-Day life, why does it feel like a loss to me… Did I ever ‘not-loved’ him…

I love him… I surely do…

Oh god…y did we meet…!!

“tune baat ki usse kabhi… jaanta hai…”

DD: hmm, ek baar baat ki thi… achi bandi hai… u will like her…

Dhara: DD, its a great feeling for a girl to get proposed… to know that there is atleast someone who feels for her… who loves her truly… understands and appreciates her… and will continue to believe in her forever…

Before u marry her, ek baar propose karna, she will feel special…

DD: 🙂 yaar, pata hai these are the reasons why I missed u all these days… tere suggestions nahin ho to mera kya ho… will surely do that… and will tell ya…

Vaise, you are coming to the wedding… Agra mein hi hai… 29th ko, this month….

Aayegi na… kitna bhi busy ho, please aana… I want her to know each and every person who made this life worth living… I want u two to meet…

Dhara: ofcourse… pakka mein rahungi agra mein aur tere se contact karungi… tu mere ko pick karne aa jaayega na apni shaadi ke din… 🙂

DD:  koi shak… tu apna naya contact number de…

And the conversation continued for few more hours…

I LOVE YOU...!!

Dhara left Hyderabad the very same day…. Some jobs were still incomplete… but then they didn’t matter much…

TIME FLEW FOR DD and DHARA… LIVES WERE TO CHANGE….!!

28TH JUNE:

Dhara on a call: Mummy, m NOT coming to Agra tomorrow…

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Haan, tomorrow is still a holiday but I have to pay for some delays I had made earlier… I have to stay mummy…

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Haan, sure…  I will… Bye…

29th JUNE:

Her cell kept on ringing…. 17 miss calls…

She left it that ways….

And it started to ring again…


He had been trying her for over 4 hours now… the contact number was wrong perhaps… huh…!! So the only way of talking to her was lost…

He couldn’t do anything…

He had to quit…


HE took vows for the life ahead…

SHE cried for the loss…

LIVES CHANGED FOREVER…!!!


April 26, 2009

Whats with HER…??

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she is still a puzzle for me...!!

 

 

“U proposed her…??”

“hmm… she said NO…”

“And then u guys fought…?”

“Naah, we have high levels of understanding… we were still the best friends, till yesterday…”

‘Till yesterday… !! why, what happened…”

“She was mad at me… didn’t talk”

“Why…??”

“Her roommate told her that she likes me…”

“So what…”

“Exactly, so what…??”

 

 

 

 

 

 

April 23, 2009

The LOSS…!!

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i miss u maa...!!He wanted to tell her how much she mattered to him… today, on HER BIRTHDAY… everything he felt about her… every thanks he wanted to say and every sorry he felt for being so unthankful all these years…

He ran… leaving everything behind… he ran to tell her…

perhaps for the first time he had an option of buying something for his Mother… today, on HER BIRTHDAY…  he thought of buying a bouquet… but it was 5:00 in the evening and he was getting late… mother won’t be available after visiting hours…

He banged on the doors… it’s her b’day today… let me in….

the mental hospital was closed for visitors…!!

5:15 PM…. Like every other day, he was late…

he had to wait another day… yet another day…!!

March 30, 2009

The Puzzle That LIFE IS…!!

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few memories scar forever...!!

few memories scar forever...!!

 

 

MAKE A WISH FOUNDATION aims at fulfilling last wishes of children suffering from life threatening diseases….!!

 

 

ROHIT was happy…

Things were good… everything right in place…

 

But there was something bothering him… few resolutions he had made… some good things he wanted to do… pata nahin kya… but something was missing from life… something bothering him…

perhaps he was happy…. perhaps he wasn’t…

 

He wanted to contribute to the bettering of the world he had lived in… but how… he had least idea.

 

Then he came across the name of MAKE A WISH foundation… took almost three years to see if his commitment is strong enough to keep him going or not… and determined, he walked in for it…

 

Make a Wish’s office was in Bhagwaan Mahaveer Cancer Hospital…

As he stepped in… he was well received. They thought that he is a student and won’t be very much available for kids always… but he had resolutions…

 

The next day, he was called and a sort of interview happened… not exactly interview… the lady in green saree wanted to now why is he doing this…he had no reasons:

“Mam, these being the last days of my college, I will be free for most of the days… and in all those free days I don’t want to sit in my room and think what good I can do to this world of mine… I would rather help people… or whatever… and that’s why I am here…”

 

Satisfied, she asked: “rohit will u volunteer to organise events here…”

“No mam…. m not here to help MAKE A WISH… I am here to help and talk to kids… I won’t do anything for Make a Wish… I will do it directly for the kids I meet.”

 

Pata nahin kyun, she smiled and then sent him to another room… there he was told what is the whole procedure of talking to kids and getting friendly with them… but who cared… he was quite confident of himself… he had his own ways of dealing things… his own ways of getting involved.

 

He was taken in a ward… there were 4 kids there… they were there in the ward for long long times… all looked up to him… perhaps they didn’t have the habit of seeing visitors…

Rohit looked around not sure of what to do… suddenly all his abilities of dealing things his own ways were of no use. Then he saw a little girl, 8 yrs age, at the corner of the room fighting with her mother…: “moti, tu mujhe khaana khaane de…”

yeah…!!  ‘moti’…

 

He moved towards her bed… There was something in her aura… and he knew that they will be good friends. Starting the conversation was not a big deal… the little kid was ready to prefer anybody above her mother. So he was well received.

 

“hello beta, kaisi ho…”

“tu is moti ko yahan se le ja…”

“achha… kyun kya hua…”

“mujhe pareshaan kar rahi hai ye..”

“acha, le jaunga.. tum khana khao… Tumhaara naam kya hai …”

 

“nahin bataungi..”

“chalo khana kha lo fir baat karenge…”

 

It didn’t take her long to open up herself to him… he just had to favor her above her mother every time… and aunty was there, always smiling…

 

After a while she spoke herself: “mera naam Prachi hai… Prachi Jain”

“mein Rohit hun.. Rohit Mishra.”

[pause]

“pata hai Prachi, meri ek aur sister hai…  uska naam bhi Prachi hai…. wo Bengal ki hai… tum kahan se ho?”

“mein agra se hun…”

“o teri… mein bhi agra se hun… fir to tum bhi meri behen ki tarah ho gayi… hai na…”

She grinned… for the first time since he had entered the ward… and that smile of hers took him by heart…

 

“haan… mein aapko rakhi baandhungi…”

 

Rohit smiled…

 

Soon there was a call from college, and Rohit had to leave…

 

But he was determined to be there the next day…

He was…

 

He moved into the office first… collected art books… some crayons… and went to see Prachi… for the first time he knew that he was doing something good…

 

He was happy…!!

 

As he reached the ward, Prachi was there again fighting with her mother… and as she saw him, she knew that it was the end of war… she had the majority… Rohit was being awaited.

 

They sat together… talked… she drew pictures… colored them. He taught her how to sign her drawings…

“prachi, sign kiya karo… taaki agar mein ye signatures ko kabhi bhi, kahin bhi dekhun to mein pehchaan jaaun ki ye waali drawing meri prachi ki hai…”

 

And she learnt well… a capital ‘P’ followed by ‘jain’ in small caps… in a little cursive fashion- that was how she signed herself…

Every page of the craft-book was signed.

 

Among all these, it was time to leave… some college work for Rohit.

He spent three hours with her…

 

Another memorable day for Rohit… another of those rare smiles filled day for Prachi… he took some of her drawings while leaving and went to the office…

 

“Mam, Prachi Jain ko kya problem hai….”

“Prachi, jo ki agra se hai..??  kyun..??”

“aise hi.. I found a good company in her… and wanted to know her better…”

“Rohit, u shouldn’t get involved with the patients u find here… because they all are temporary here…”

 

Rohit had some bad feelings and so, he asked her directly: “Mam, u said that not everyone who comes here is incurable… hai na…?”

 

“Rohit, prachi is… She is suffering from Leukemia… blood cancer

[pause]

 

“how much time does she have…”

“Not more than 1 month perhaps. Can be any day…”

[long pause]

 

“and mam… what is her last wish…”

“A Barbie doll… that has already been fulfilled…”

So, everything was set… she could die…!!

 

He came out… mind blank… he had just met a sweet soul who wont be there in this world for more than 1 month. The ‘moti’ knew it too and perhaps that’s why all she cud do was to have a grin on her face every time she was addressed by her nickname. She knew it that these are the last times she is being called up by her kid… soon the voices will fade… all she could do for her was to smile… helplessly…

 

He tried to recollect the hours he had passed with Prachi… future and past mingled… her grins with her pains… her signatures with her epitaph… her voice with the cries of her mother…

 

News of some train accident was being flashed on TV in the hall way… who cared…

 

Life was teaching him some lessons… Rohit had seen people preparing themselves for the last days of their kids… buying them their Barbies…

 

Someone changed the channel… now the song was playing:

yeh jeevan hai, is jeevan ka…

yahi hai, yahi hai… yahi hai rang roop…

thode gam hain, thodi khushiyan…

yahi hai chaon-dhoop…

ye jeevan hai…

 

Rohit got up… never to come back again… perhaps his commitments were not strong enough to keep him going in situations involving feelings… he couldn’t be uninvolved with people he meets everyday…

Perhaps he was in the wrong job… he got up and left… forever…

 

He doesn’t know where is Prachi now…?? if she ‘is’ or she ‘was’…

It’s been 7 months now…

No hopes of seeing her again… even her face is fading away from the memories…

But today also, whenever Rohit comes across a ‘kiddy’ drawing full of flowers and a hut with a stream flowing nearby… he couldn’t help but search for that capital ‘P’ followed by ‘jain’ in small caps…

 

Few memories still kill him…

 

Perhaps, he is not happy…!!

 

 

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