Bas Itni se Kahani thi Meri

Tried something in Hinglish 

Bas itni se kahani thi meri...

Aaj phir ghar k khidki pe baith k barish ko dekh rha tha.. woh tip-tip kar k girti bunde.Kuch bol rahi thi. Kuch yaad dila rahi thi.

Shayad main kch yaad karna chahta tha. Woh bachpan k baatein. Jab dil tutata bhi tha to mummy k ice cream naa dilane pe. Jab barish mein maa pakodiyan aur bournvita deti thi. Jab papa ghar k baramde mein heater lake Bhutte k saath caramboard khelte the.

Par aaj waisa kch nahi tha. Aaj main akela baramde mein chai k mug mein rum daal k pee rha tha. Woh baramda to tha par aaj papa saath mein caramboard nahi khel rahe the. Aaj ice cram khane k paise to the par khane ka mann nahi tha.

Aaj dil tuta tha to bas kisi aur k wajah se. Aaj maa k gale lagane se bhi woh dard nahi jaa skta tha. Aaj guitar to tha haath mein par jisse sunana chahta tha woh nahi thi.

Zindagi ek anjane mod pe aake ruk si gayi thi. Aaj so called successful to kuch hadd tak tha par koi tha nahi batane ko. Shayad main simate liya tha khud ko kahin.

woh bachpan k din hi ache the. 25 paise mein bhi hum apne mohalle k hero hua karte the. Woh chaat pe cahad k ball utarne ka mazza hi kuch aur tha. Aaj kal log to bas yoga karne jate hain.

barish k bunde dhire-dhir tez hone lagi. jaise aaj kal k zindagi k raftar hai. Har koi ek acha option talashta ha. Chahe woh khane k baat ho ya phir pyar ki.

Aankhen num hone lagi thi meri. Shayad bahut kuch mere andar hi tha, iss barish aur ghar k yaad ne usse bahar aane pe mazbur kar rha tha. maine ek zatke mein apni rum khatam ki aur dusri banane chala gaya.

Barish kuch aur tez ho gayi. main palat k khidki band krne aaya. Haath badathe hi kch dikha mujhe.

Ek kagaz k kashti, barish k pani mein ghote kha rha tha. Kuch hi pal mein ek judaw sa ho gaya uss kashti se. Jaise k main hi hu woh kashti. Dubne k kagar mein.

Woh kagaz k kashti dubne lagi. Maine bhi umeed chor di k woh phir se tairega. Aankhen jhuka k mai khidki ko band karne laga. par tabhi koi awaz aayi. Ek bacha dudte hue aaya uss barish mein aur uss kashti ko uss bahvar se nikal phir se tairne k achi si jagah pe rakh diya.

Pata nahi par ek muskan se aa gaya mere chehre pe. maine khidki band k aur kitchen k self ko khol bournvita ko woh packet nikal liya jo maa ne aatee waqt diya tha.

Bas itni se kahani thi meri...

Synopsis-The novel

                             The Last Conversation

Things would have been so different if we knew this is the last time. If we knew this is the last kiss, it would have been so passionate. If we knew this is the last hug, it would have been much tighter. If we knew this is the last time we are talking may be it would have never ended.  But things never go the way we want. Everything ends, irrespective of our wish.

Sometimes it’s better to let things go, but hard to follow. So was my case. Even after a month of breakup I was still at the same place. I was so tempted to get back with my ex, to hear her voice. I read lot of articles how to get over your ex. I tried everything possible to get over her. Painted my apartment, grew my breakup beard. Fixed every electrical appliance in my house. But if you attached to a person, you will find her/him in everything. Every gravitational and magnetic law will drag you back to that person which you were unable to use in exams.

I wanted to share my feelings with someone. And for whom was my feeling was not there to hear. So I decided to write everything on a paper and went to terrace and threw it. It was little relaxing. I could feel the elevation under my feet. The sight down seemed so entrancing, I lifted my one foot. Again closed my eyes.

Suddenly I was hit by something on my head, my foot trembled. I misbalanced and..

“Ouch”, I opened my eyes. I was lying down on the terrace holding my back.

I was quite sure what hit me was not bird spit, it had more F=MA. I looked around and found the same paper wrapped around a stone.

“Ahhh.. how could… why.. who” now my voice was trembling. Anyways I picked up. Something was written on the other side of paper. I quickly unwrapped the paper.

More to come :)

CAUTION!! WET FLOOR

I opened my eyes to find myself somewhere very luminous. What is this place? I questioned myself. This can’t be my place. Never, it’s so clean. It’s like they are using 1000 watt tubes.

“Cushions too, no damp walls, it seems like they have painted it recently. I should definitely take some pictures and show my landlord. This is where I want to live. Let me take out my phone.” I murmured inside my head and started searching for my phone.

“Hey strangers too..All in white. I guess its independence or republic day. Nice kurtis.”I continued talking to myself while looking around.” Wow! She’s really tall. Such long legs and that too on clouds.”

“Clouds? Oh my god. Where the hell am I?” I panicked by seeing the really tall girl walking on clouds.

“Son of Biscuit..What I am doing on clouds. And wearing white clothes.” I looked down and started falling towards ground.

Within few seconds my body hit some solid surface and I was unconscious again.

“Splash” I opened my eyes again. Wiped water thrown on my face. As I came back to senses I looked around. I was in a room again very luminous. I was sitting on a chair. I was confused. What was happening to me? First I opened my eyes somewhere very incandescent with people wearing white clothes walking on clouds. When I found myself walking I fell down and fell unconscious. Wait a second, I know this is. I have seen movies both holly and bolly. Only dead peoples wear white clothes and walk on clouds. What the fudge? I am dead.

BAAAAM!!

Someone opened the door in which I was. I stood up to see who’s there. Entered an old man, dressed in white.

I tried asking him all the questions I had. But before I opened my mouth.

“I know what you want to ask. What is this happening and where the hell are you? But a slight correction”, he spoke” not hell its heaven Son.”

“What?” my mouth was wide open.

“And indeed you are dead” he said winking.

“Don’t joke? How is this even possible?” I questioned him.

He smiled hearing my question.

“Ok. If I am dead then why I fell from clouds?” I asked again.

“Because that was the time.” He replied.

“What time?” I asked.

“Time to know that you were dead” he replied again.

“What the heck? Then why I fell unconscious. Dead people don’t fell unconscious.” I was not in mood to accept the fact that I was dead.

“You were queued. Let me explain. When you realized that you were walking on cloud that was the time for you to know that truth. And every day we have lot of customers to handle, I mean dead people. So you were waiting in a queue and a conscious soul with questions in mind often are very dangerous” he explained the whole thing.

“But how am I dead?” I asked again.

“That’s why you and I are in this room. It’s time for truth.” He said and put his hands on my forehead,” now try to remember. Think; go deep in your thoughts”

Slowly my eyes became heavy, I started going back in thoughts. From water splashed on face to getting back to clouds. Closing my eyes and finally Saturday evening.

It was Saturday. I had date with new girl who joined office few weeks ago. It all started when I was given responsibility to teach her all about the new project. After a month of training we became a lot friendly.  I started liking her and was getting tips from play boy of my office sunny.

We were best buddies. I shared everything with him. Earlier he was also interested in her but when he came to know that I like that girl. He stepped down. Finally under his guidance I asked her out and she said yes.

In afternoon I got call from her that she has some important work in office so it won’t be possible today. I was little upset. In twenty four years this was the first time I asked any girl and somehow it was screwed.

But again my holly and bolly experience helped me. In some movie I had seen a geeky guy who was in same situation arranged a date in office with the girl. And after that the girl said to that guy, you are so sweet. You made my day and kissed him.

I too decided to do the same. However it was against office policy but its Saturday and that too around eight in the evening. No one will find out. So I brought flowers, foods and wine. Took an auto and went straight to office.

While coming I was stuck in traffic, badly wanted to go washroom. I took all my stuffs and ran towards the washroom. In front of washroom was a caution sign

CAUTION!! Wet floor. Please use another washroom.

I saw but ignored because I didn’t wanted to be late. Anyways I had walking experience of 24 years on different surfaces be it cement, muddy or whatever. So I ignored and got in.

I was walking friskily and my foot slipped.

“Baaamm” I slipped so badly that I was dragged into one of the toilet room.

I was badly injured. my head was little dizzy and aching. I opened my eyes, to see someone inside the toilet room.

“Sorry sorry… actually the floor was slipper and I..” before I could complete I noticed actually there were two people inside. One girl and one boy.

“Crap” they were my mentor who guided me and my date. What are they doing inside? Probably making out. Yes they are.

I stood up and broadened my eyes to believe more that I was back stabbed two times. From my new date and my best buddy.

“Why?” I asked them in anger. I was getting out of control.

“Look dude” sunny started speaking. But I was furious. I grabbed the wine bottle to him.

“And Then” the white God agent asked me.

“I don’t remember. What happened next? How I died? Please tell me.” I asked him.

“That’s why I am here” he said smiling and started speaking.

When you took bottle to hit again you slipped because of wet floor. Hit your head on tap and the bottle too fell on your head. You had excessive bleeding because of head injury and you are here.

 I came out of the room thinking what I got to know inside. What if I wouldn’t have ignored the sign CAUTION!! WET FLOOR. I would have been at home seeing more holly and bolly. I would have been not hurted that my love and best buddy cheated on me. And above all I would have been alive.

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A tale of few hours

I got down from the train, looked at my watch it was still 3:10 AM that meant I have to wait two more hours for my train. I kept my luggage down and looked around stretching my arms. It was a small railway station with just two platforms. 

There was no sign of human being. Only empty trolleys of food were there. I picked up my bag and started to move towards the stairs hoping to find someone.

“Hey! Show me your ticket. Where are you going?” an old man came running towards me.

As he came closer I noticed his old torn blazer that he was wearing. He was a ticket checker. But as he was dressed it didn’t looked like he was. Big unshaved beard, bald head with some hairs here and there, an old blazer with stiches everywhere, covering him with an old dirty blanket.

“You thought you will run. we are very strict on this station. Come on show me your ticket” he shouted trying to scare me.

“I have ticket give me a minute.” I answer convincing him that i am carrying ticket and started unzipping my bag to get my ticket.

Within those two minutes he was staring at like some alien has arrived on his station.

“Here it is.” I said handing him my ticket.

“Hmm.. ok “ he looked my ticket holding upside down,” always carry, I am very strict.”

“You are holding wrong… just turn like this… yes this is correct.” I said helping him with ticket.

“I know, I know! Don’t teach me. Keep your ticket” he almost threw ticket towards me and walked away mumbling.

I picked up my ticket and started searching ticket counter. Finally found one little room on one side of station the only place there with some light. I went near the ticket window only to find a man with a big belly sleeping on the chair.

“Thak-Thak!!” I knocked on the glass pane.

He woke up a little, saw me standing there and waved his hand to go away. I was little surprised. Why he waved me off? He should be happy. Seeing this place it looked like I am the first one to buy ticket in thousand years.

“Thak-Thak!!” I knocked again. He woke up this time, slid his chair near the window.

“We don’t sell ticket here, take ticket from the TT if you find him on the train.” Said in an irritated voice.

Before I could say anything he switched off the only light on that place and went back to sleep.

“Bloody hell”, seeing no way I turned back to get some information about my train from that old TT.

As I was moving back I had an urge to smoke. I moved out of the so called railway station. Lit one cigarette and puffed out the smoke slowly. I saw some dry leafs and twigs there put them on fire and started warming myself.

I was busy enjoying my cigarette and fire.

“Splashhh!!” someone threw a bucket full of water on the bonfire I made. I tried looking around in the darkness for that someone.

“What are you doing here” a girl in early twenties appeared from one corner.

“It’s so cold here. I am just getting some heat. What your problem? ” I asked her in anger.

“I will tell you but if you want safely reach your place follow me.” She held my hand and pulled in the direction from where she appeared.

Unaware of the fact what was going? I just followed her. She took me inside a hut behind the railway yard. It looked like her home.

“What’s happening?” I was eager to know.

“Would you like some tea? But I will charge for it.” She replied smiling.

“yes.. sure. Just me a cup but please tell me first.” I said confused.

She sat down near stove and started making tea without listening me, at least I thought so. In few minutes she came back with a glass of tea. She offered me, I took that, had one sip.

“Now please end the suspense. Tell me.” I again asked her.

“Well as you know this area is full of naxalites and we are given strict instructions by them not to put on any kind of light or fire. Any kind of fire or light works as signal for them.” She told.

“Shit!!” my hands became cold,” will they come here to check.”

“Hope that they don’t come and if they come also I will say my father lit the fire. He’s always drunk. I will handle” she said holding my hands.

Her warm hands on mine relaxed me a little. She took her chunni to wipe sweat on my forehead.

“Don’t worry I will take care of everything. Relax I am there” she said placing her hands on my cheek.

“Thank you so much.” I said looking in her eyes placing my hands over her.

We kept looking at each other, suddenly everything changed. The ambience became musical. We have known each other for less than an hour or so but our eyes met like we know each other since thousand years. 

I held her hand in mine and kissed looking at her. She dropped her eyelashes in shyness. I held her another hand and kissed again. I moved little closer to her, slowly moved my hands on her cheeks and clipped her hairs back. She also kissed my hands closing her eyes.

I placed my both hands on her face, moved more closely. Tilted her face a little and placed my lips on hers

.

“Thak-Thak!!” some knocked on the door. She hurriedly moved back.

“May be Baba, came back” she said without looking at me.

I was no more scared, I have lived my life in few moments. I stood and followed her.

“You mister, hide, naxalites may also be outside.” She said to me turning back.

“No I am not scared of Naxalites anymore, I am no harm to them. Just tell them I am your relative.” I said in confident voice.

“They know each of us in this village very well. They will kill you.” She replied.

“But “,I tried speaking

“No but, I never knew what love is but these few minutes with you made me feel. Please for me.” She interrupted me putting her finger on my lips.

“Ok. Where I have to hide?” I kissed her finger and said.

“Come.. this side..in bathroom” she held my hand and took me behind her hut from other door.

Now I was standing in her bathroom waiting eagerly listening what was going inside. She opened the door.

“Why was their light?” someone shouted on her. It wasn’t her father for sure. They were naxalites.

“May be BABA did, you know he always drink. I will make him understand. Please forgive us this time” she pleaded.

“Don’t worry. We are not here for light, we want you.” The same person said this time laughing.

“What?” she questioned them. I was unable to understand what they were talking about but I think she knew. She sounded scared.

“Today is comrades birthday, you are his birthday gift.” He said again laughing.

Next what I could here was her scream. They were taking her with them. I tried moving but my body was freezed.  Thoughts started occupying my mind. If I go I may be killed. I have my whole life. My parents are waiting for me, hoping their son will arrive in few hours.

Next thing in my mind flashed the hour I spent with her. The way she held my hand, took me to her hut. The way she made me relaxed, The way she touched my cheeks, The way I kissed her hand, The way we caressed, The way I put my lips on her lips.

That’s it! I rushed inside the hut, they were dragging heraway. I jumped towards her, kicked the guys who was dragging her, held her hand and got her up. She hugged me while crying. I wiped her tears and kissed on her forehead.

“Noooo” she shouted looking towards door. I also turned to see why she shouted.

“Thaakk!!” they hit on my forehead with the gun butt. My eyes closed.

I opened my eyes, saw everything white around. I tried turning to see if she is on the adjacent bed but it was empty. I saw my mother their crying. I wanted to hug her and cry. Tell her that because of me a girl was violated, I tried saving her but failed. I am sorry.

“Maa” I got up, tried hugging her but I fell down. I just passed her  why I was not able to hug.

“Maa” I again called my mother almost crying but she was not listening. I again tried touching her but my hands again passed her. She was looking at the bed where I was lying closing my eyes. I was dead.

Someone touched my shoulders from behind, I looked back. The same girl was there smiling.