Dariya... <3

Tu dariya.... Aur me raahi...
Teri meri hai ek daasta...
Tujh me hi hai manzil .....
Tujh bin na koi raasta....

Ha khudgarz hun....
Tujhe pana chahta hun saara....

Tu dariya...Meri chahat...
Mein raahi hun tera kinara...

Dhal jata hun me tujhme yun...
Jese suraj aasman ki baahon me....

Tu dariya.... Meri aarzu...
Tu dard...
Tu hi chain...

Tu intezar.... Mein inteminan ...

Tu barish ki madham bondey...
Mein khamosh tera kinara....

Tu dariya... Aur me raahi...
Teri meri adhuri daastan...

Tu sham tha...
Tu hi savera....

Kabhi sath tha...
Thi nazdeikieya....

Ab tu judaa hai....
Jane kyu hai ye faasla....

Sun dariya...Yun doorie yu na bada...

Tu dariya.... Mera intezar....
Har pal tu hai ..Har lamha.....

Tu Dariya.... Meri pyaas....

Bhigaa hai tu mere aansuon se....
Ab doobne de muje dariya ....
Doobne de mujhe dariya....

By - Sybil Samuel

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Till we meet again... Part~2

                                PART ~ 2

                                             (Image credits: Imgfave)

The cool morning breeze ruffled Sam's hair... He removed his loafers and decided to stride barefoot on the damp beach sands...

The sun glittered a blushing pink & orange across the horizon...

He turned his gaze towards the beaming morning sun, his eyes closed, he sighed deeply...

The foamy sea waves came chasing the shores, he half smiled as they touched him and left his feet wet... 

He soon realized someone was watching him. From the corner of his left eye, his mind could impress an image of a girl, standing, staring him from a distance.

He turned, his pulse racing now... His lips parted,he stared unblinking... The familiar light lavender fragrance wafted through his nose... She looked familiar too... He tried to call her name but his lips wouldn't work.

She suddenly turned. Sam walked towards her but paused, he noticed someone approaching her, a tall guy, his eyes beaming bright, smiling at her... Sam's heart began to pound as he saw his fingers laced through hers, their eyes were locked... he leaned in to kiss...

"No..." Sam felt like he was choking. "Jenny..." He tried hard but no sound came, his lips quivered... He stood gasping, breathing heavily... The floor had suddenly fallen out from under his feet... 

He screamed loudly "Jenny..." 

"Jenny..." He awoke from the dream and sat on the edge of his bed. Still gasping, his forehead damp with sweat... 

"Hell... Horrible Nightmare..." 

7.55 am he glanced at his Rado and quickly picked out a tie to match his navy blue blazer. His dark hairs neatly combed, shirt looked freshly ironed, Sam was athletic build, as impressive as his power dressing, a hardworking ant, too charming yet he maintained a low profile for himself. 

He reclined on one of the dining chairs, his mind distracted by the dream... He looked anxious, a bit tensed... It was too painful to think about the past.

He sat in silence and turned the fork in his hands. "You seem lost?!"- His mother touched his shoulders and sat on a chair beside him.

"No... I'm here..." -- he turned towards her and replied.

"Hmm... I'm really worried for you"-- his mother slowly muttered, her brows creased.

Sam coiled the pasta around his fork and took a big bite.

"Mom... You don't have to." 

Suddenly a gruffy noise echoed in the hall. The four pawed, dark chocolate Labrador barked and entered the hall...

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Sam's countenance lit up, "Rover" --he exclaimed in joy.

Sam patted his head and he kept wagging his tail. He placed his paws on Sam and waited... panting warm breaths and drooling, "No I'm getting late..." Sam complained, "Okay" he patted him and threw his keys to the far corner of the hall, 'Rover' quickly ran to fetch...

"I forgot to mention. We have guests visiting us tonight. I want you home at 7p.m" --his mother spoke, usually a meek, warm hearted, pleasant looking woman, who'd fulfill his Son's every wish... this time she stood up crossed her arms and watched Sam sternly.

Sam grabbed the keys, Rover clinched between his teeth and walked towards the door.

"Urggh... I don't think you need me." Sam groaned.

"If you love your mom..." She insisted, appearing firm.

"Alright... I'll be back (he paused to ponder) ... Umm.. 7.30 pm "and waved her goodbye.

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7.40 p.m: Rover ran and threw his forelimbs over Sam, soon as he saw him park the Volkswagen and walk towards the door.

Sam threw his keys in air and watched 'Rover' jump excitedly to grab it. "Woah... Rover, only getting better" he patted him. 

"Never seen someone so happy before their decree of execution... Ah!" --Joe walked towards Sam and greeted his elder brother.

"What..?"-- Sam stood puzzled.

"I doubted! Don't tell me you didn't know who's coming?" Joe replied staring his brother amused.

"Who..?"-- Sam quickly snapped.

"Who else, it's our Matchmaking Aunt" Joe teased and playfully elbowed his brother.

"Oh... No!" Sam shut his eyes and groaned.

"Traitor. Why didn't you inform earlier?" Sam punched Joe's arm.

"Her Highness commanded... You're trapped... Just have a look, she's damn pretty, Bro... You'll like her. I bet!" -- He winked mischievously and pulled Sam inside the hall.

"Joe... don't"--Sam sounded exasperated.

The living room was brightly lit, walls were decorated in peach tones, old paintings of relatives hung over the walls, cream cushioned couches were set up and heavy silk curtains were drawn to the windows.

Sam's mother quickly stood up and grabbed his arms to introduce him to the guests, "Here he is, my handsome son Sam." She announced beaming brightly.

Sam frowned at her and lowered his eyes.

The mingling smells of fried appetizers and sauce filled in room... 

Sam's eyes widened... The familiar, faint lavender fragrance, was impossible for Sam to miss, it wafted through his nose...

He looked up and stared at the beaming faces of the guests.

His heart began to pound...

He gasped. His sore eyes stared unblinking... How could he not recognize!

In the back of his mind, he'd somehow known... They would meet again...

And here she was. Alive. Staring straight at him.

Her heart sped up even more...

"Jenny..."-- he whispered, his voice hardly audible.

Jenny and Sam stared each other for static filled moments, in silence...

Their eyes met... Sam froze, his heart raced, he stood barely breathing...

"Maybe we must allow them to converse a little..."-- Sam's aunt cleared her throat and posed an awkward smile.

"Told you..." Joe whispered in Sam's ear and playfully elbowed him.

(Image credits: Imgfave)

The Moon hung in the clear night sky and the stars appeared close enough to reach out and touch.

Jenny followed Sam across the lush green lawns, they stopped near the dangling rose branches... 

Silence hung between them for a long moment... But the silence wasn't a barren one. It was filled with many questions longing for answers.

They exchanged uneasy glances...

"If I knew..." -- Jenny finally spoke then rolled her eyes.

She looked like she wanted to say something, but closed her mouth tightly.

Sam dared to look up. 

Jenny's silky, dark hair brushed against her cheeks. She wore a beautiful pink, fine embroidered chudidaar suit.

Sam stared admiringly... Inhaling the sweet, sugary perfume fragrance mingled with the smell of her favorite strawberry gloss.

"Jenny..."-- he hesitated, but continued, lowering his head...

"I feel terrible about what I did." He stammered. "I don't know... I'm sorry... But please know that everyday I've felt terrible about it since it happened." His voice filled with emotions of the memory. "And life without you..." He paused, tears filling his eyes... "is even more terrible." 

Jenny stared quietly, her heart paced... Her lips parted slightly. 

Even today, a big part of her still couldn't believe it happened.

The corners of her eyes were wet. But she crossed her arms and turned away from Sam. A door in her mind slammed closed again. Her anger was pushing her towards NO... She shrugged her shoulders and decided to walk inside.

"Jenny... " he grabbed her hand, his wet eyes pleading with her... "I won't let you leave me and walk away this time." 

Her heart thudding hard, she tried fighting back tears...

He held her hand firm and stared, barely breathing... 

They stared each other in silence. Tears falling, rolling down their cheeks...

"I've missed you..." Sam said quietly.

Tears streamed down her face... "I've missed you, too..." Her voice thick with sobs.

She collapsed into Sam's arms... He gently caressed her hairs and buried his face on her neck.

"So... They meet again..." -- Joe gasped, then drew back the curtains and passed that know-it-all smile to his aunt who stood beside her.

(Image credits: Imgfave)

~Finito.The End~

~ BELIEVE IN THE MAGIC OF LOVE ~

By~Sybil Samuel

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Till we meet again...

PART ~1

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Sam moved towards the window, it was late already... The whole office fell silent, as everyone finished their work for the day, and left the place, spilling as light beams to different directions...

He peeled the curtains aside to view outside... Gasped and drew out his iPhone.

His eyes unblinking... He saw something, his heart beating faster... He scrolled the texts desperately of 'Alumni Batch 2012' group on WhatsApp... His eyes caught the name, yes he saw it, he tried to convince himself. He sighed... drew a deeper breath... "Jenny".

"Jenny..." His heart raced... 

There were few conversations in group about Jenny.

"Jenny & Sam..." Ex flames... Cutest pair!

Sam stood in silence... He pushed back his iPhone on his office desk and rested himself on the chair.

He closed his eyes, and sat silently in the quiet office building. Outside the window, the dim crescent silver Moon that hung in the inky skies, hid behind the dark clouds...

Sam glanced at his watch, its 9p.m; he picked his files and laptop and packed up his work.

A flash of forked lightning and a clap of thunder close upon each other...

It began to pour heavily; he crouched inside his Volkswagen and drove for home. Sheets of cold rain pounded on the roof of Sam's Volkswagen... He suddenly rolled his car to a stop.

'Jenny's favorite cafe' he still remember the place... He stopped for a hot cup of coffee... 

The room smelled irresistibly of Vanilla, Cocoa and pastries... Sam settled himself on a chair, near the entrance door.

A young couple sat opposite him, sharing a molten chocolate cake... The girl leaned her face closer to the boy, whispering something in his ears and smiling, later resting her head on his shoulders, her soft curls falling over her heart shape face...

Sam turned to gaze outside the window, it was still pouring out... 

He sipped the mocha and stared outside absently, his heart sinking as he watched the raindrops dripping from the cherry red cafe roof... 

He glanced at an image on his iPhone, an image that brought back distant memories... a solitary teardrop leaked from the corner of his eye... It was a shard of memory that pierced his heart... He clung to the image, tried to call her name, but his lips wouldn't work. The memory reel was rolling forward, out of his grasp... 

His eyes filled with tears, he lowered his head, closed his eyes and gasped.... 

*Flashback*

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Sam sat alone sipping the coke greedily in the college canteen. "Hey..." few minutes later Jenny joined him, she was holding a pink pamphlet in her hand, "Did you read this?" - She pointed her turquoise blue painted nails at the pamphlet, gesturing to Sam... 

"Hmm.." - he simply nodded and sipped his coke. Jenny leaned closer, her mouth so close that Sam could smell her strawberry lip gloss. "And... We are joining..."- she chirped. "NO..." Sam didn't seem convinced with the idea...

"Sammy..." Jenny stood up, and wrapping her arms around his shoulders, kissed his cheeks...

Sam first shoke his head as a 'No', then playfully slapped her hand, her bracelets rattled...

"Only for you..." - he spoke, finally agreeing.

"Valentines Day Party... college event like never before... " Sam read the pink leaflet to himself, as Jenny left with her friends for shopping.

Fairy lights were strewn around the Entrance... A banner hung above the door, in sparky, glittering red letters, "Valentines Day Party" ... Heart shaped balloons were visible everywhere in the campus... Heat lamps were set up along the walls making it feel cozy... 

The room inside smelled a mix of various perfumes and make-up... 

The DJ cranked some awesome music, as young pairs holding hands, danced under the Disco lights spiraling above their heads.

Jenny flipped her hairs over her shoulder, they were perfectly blow dried, her skin looked glowing, she wore a fitted red cocktail dress and high, strappy  heels to match the look... 

A rush of warm air greeted her as she swept inside the campus. Her cell phone suddenly bleated... *Text from an unknown number* Jenny stared the screen unblinking, for a long moment... Her heart lurched; suddenly her skin began to fade from pink to pale... She gasped and let out a small groan.

The image attached with the text message, seemed branded on the back of her eyelids. She tightened her fists and walked inside...

Sam danced hugging a girl under the oscillating spotlights; he wore a gorgeous black suit... The alcohol had definitely gone to Sam's head. He hugged her thin waist and danced as Alicia Keys blasted over the stereo... Unaware of 12 missed calls from Jenny.

Jenny watched helplessly, the disco lights reflected off her shimmery eye shadow. 

She was so angry that her teeth began to chatter.

Sahil and his friends laughed, clicking their glasses and high fived each other, standing at an acute distance...

Jenny pulled the two apart, "Jenny... " Sam stammered... Before he could even blink, Jenny slapped him hard, her hand making a loud sound against his cheeks.

The slow song now playing in background seemed agonizing.. Sam froze. He watched silently as Jenny whirled away and left, pushing the gasping and glaring party crowd...

Sam's iPhone buzzed, breaking the silence.

He looked around, his eyes wet... The cafe was empty and silent...

It was 10.11 p.m, he stirred the engine to life and drove home.

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Story continues in Part ~2 .... 

End this Pain...

Rohan sat beside a desk, appearing melancholic, his deep dark eyes looked dull, and anxious, his cheeks tears streaked... still fresh, hot, tears were rolling down his face, his hairs awry, his mind sinking, somersaulting in a myriad of emotions... 

He closed his eyes and gasped.

And then began scribbling in the diary pages... He stopped for a while, looked towards the window, his eyes distant, staring ahead, memories rushed to his mind...

*Flashback*

"Papa look I cleared the Entrance exam for IIT" - Rohan exclaimed with joy, clenching a printed page of result.

"Bravo! That's my Son..." Tears of joy leaked from the corners of Rohan's father's eyes... He embraced his son and placing both hands on his shoulders, spoke, swelling with a certain pride, " My son will become a successful engineer. " " Promise me, you'll fulfill your Papa's dream." 

"Yes Papa, I promise" and Rohan hugged his father affectionately...

 The diary pages began fluttering by the slow breeze... 

Rohan retraced back to the present... He wiped the tears from cheeks with his palms, and continued writing...

"Sorry Papa...  I'm really sorry"

His stomach felt sick, the ugly, haunting memories, suddenly clenched their grip, clouded above him... The vague, dreadful, blurry images played trick on his mind....

"Ahhh.... " He screamed in anguish, placing his palms over his ears, covering them from the hissing, hateful noises and whispers... 

He picked up the family photograph which was kept upon his desk, hugged it for a long while and sobbed...

His dad, squarer build, a quiet always content, yet hardworking person,smiling at him through the photograph, his mother a petite, pretty looking woman standing beside his father and Rohan, only fifteen then, lanky, wrapping his arms around father and smiling broadly... 

He stared at the photograph silently... Embraced it longer, one last time, and placed it back on the wooden desk.

The room felt unusually quiet... His room seemed so silent and empty, yet the presence inside felt strangely heavier.

Out of the window, a flock of birds, flapped their wings swiftly and flew from the roof... As if fleeing something terrifying to come...

Rohan slowly stood up... something fell from the desk, he hardly noticed he dropped the pen. He was no longer conscious of anything...

He gasped.

Hanging from the hook in the ceiling... A rope with a noose all ready. And a chair to stand upon-- a chair that could be kicked away...

Rohan moved forward... His eyes staring ahead blankly like a sleepwalker's...

He climbed upon the chair, his hands were cold and shaky... He adjusted the noose round his neck.

Tears rolled down his face, as he shut his eyes... He sighed briefly... And then kicked away the chair.

"I Quit..."  The diary pages still kept fluttering...

He sat curled up, gripping his knees to his chest tightly. Frozen and numb... Staring absently ahead... Tears rolling down his face.

His wife sat beside her Son's lifeless body, and wept continually... She cried loud and bitterly with hiccups... 

Someone placed a consoling arm around Rohan's father and picked him up. They walked outside and stood in a quiet corner. "We are sorry about what happened." He took a deep, long breath  then continued, "No names were mentioned in the note. We can press charges for harassment and continue further investigation... If you will." 

Rohan's father stood silent, his eyes still wet... He looked at the policeman, then stared the diary for a while. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. 

He simply nodded, in silence.

"Sorry Papa... I'm really sorry" He ran his fingers across the diary page, feeling the letterings...

"Rohan..." He cried, holding the diary closer to his chest... 

"I Quit..." He kept staring the two words, and tears remained streaming down, falling on the pages...

"I Quit..."

*Disclaimer:

It is a work of fiction, inspired by real life issues. The Characters, events or incidences are the imagination of the writer. Any resemblance to any character, event or incidence is purely coincidental.

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~Forever in my Heart~

I sometimes still fight the reality, it seems so hard, but have to accept the truth.

"We can ignore even pleasure. But pain insists upon being attended to."
- C.S Lewis

"Ah..."- I sigh briefly... 

I would visit her often at my dad's younger brother's house, she would be sitting on a cushioned couch, watching a TV show, but I know it certainly well... Every day of the week, thoughts about me would cross her mind. I would greet her cheerfully, calling her my 'old girl' ( oh, she was chatty, happy, my cuddly teddy bear, I had so often wondered what was she like, when she was like me, my age?) 

I would greet her with a tight warm hug and kiss her cheeks, it was like wrapping yourself to coat of happiness, all my worries and insecurities would just disappear suddenly, like evaporate in thin air.... when I was with her. 

I miss her, so much... Her voice when she would call my name, she would wrap her love, to every vowel, it had never sounded such sweeter to me. 

I loved her the most, but I regret myself, to have denied all chances of spending much time with her. 

Dadi I wish you were with me.

I realize now, I lost my bestest friend... My Buddy for life! 

Time, they say, it heals... Seasons change ( just like you observe in the nature cycle) .. It was... Though it still hurts, was a season of pain, season when the trees shed their yellow, brown & sometimes orange leaves.

 A season of bereavement, loss, pain, memories... 

When the bare trees stand alone, silently, in silence waiting... Their stretched branches seems to be pleading to heavens, seeking grace, imploring with aching arms, their branches, that stretch forever to the Creator. 

How often, and how quickly we complain to God, that invisible powerful source, (that no one has ever really seen, no one...) About our lives, our cares, the burdens we are forced to carry... 

Our backs are hunched, we keep cold shoulders, disappointed with ourselves, with people, with circumstances, even disappointed with God, though now as we complain, we rather doubt, we doubt if he does really exist? Or even sees us fall and fail and crumble?

 

Even I questioned, I was doubtful too... Why would such a thing ever happen to her, my granny? Why would a kind, loving and religious soul like her, ever had to experience suffering, why would the life swallowing cancer cells attack her?

I still have many questions to ask from God? I have unresolved issues with him. 

Gosh... I'm not being hard... But I'm expressing just what I really felt.

Plain, unadulterated truth...

**Flashback** 

#Memories ... 

It was evening hour (exactly a month after Granny's 90th birthday),  I was reading a novel on my tab... When mum received call from dad, (Oh my Gosh.... This is early.... Not even prepared for this...) Mum told get dressed we have to go to Dadi's place now.... Even then I thought it mustn't be that serious, not that, of course ... (We'll pray... she will feel much better then... ) 

As usual I was unable to haste; I went with my brother later after my mum reached to Dadi's place before me. (Okay... Sigh!)

She (granny) was lying on bed and she recognized me, her voice so feeble and faint, you had to bend nearer to her, but she recognized me... (Oh God... That was the last day, just the few precious breaths, precious moment in time, I wish God held the earth, like it would literally stop, just let me see her and talk to her enough... Plz... Before she...) 

No one in this world can ever replace my Granny... #Irreplaceable #Unconditional love...

And I know she'll love me forever.. . Even in heaven she would miss me... Since I was her favorite (grandchild)....

And one day... We will meet... And will talk... talk... talk....talk.... (Not everyone knows that I can talk a lot) 

Life goes on.... 

Bare branches grow leaves again...

After the storm ceases, then appears a rainbow...

Some wounds, some pain... Take time to heal... Sometimes it's better if they remain unnoticed by the world's eye...  Cause they are stories... Memorable... Memories....

Scars that sparkle... Scars that narrate an untold story... 

I Glimpse through the pages of past... A moment that passed away so fleetingly, I tried hard... Fought with might to grasp, grasp that thread... Just the gossamer single thread even, to catch the moment I will for eternity long, held it close as a treasure... I wouldn't bury it...I will knit it with a golden lace... Cherish it as a precious pearl...  

And I glimpse, tried too hard to keep my eyes awake, just once Lord... Just once... I would plead... Let me please, let me keep...

Let me see her once even if it's a fleeting moment in time... Her silver hairs, her wrinkled skin, the contours of her face that narrate her life story... 

I would just sing her a lullaby, gently caress her, soothe her pain and see her pale, aged eyes, slowly drop... Sinking, sinking low in the myriad of dreams... 

Fall asleep my old girl, you have wrestled with such forbearance and bravery... 

Oh thy much perseverance and kindness, may we embrace them and preserve them gloriously... 

And spread it as branches; spill it as a sweet perfume... 

Sleep thee ever so beautifully... 

For thy scars has earned thee.. The Gates of Eternal Paradise...

Forget us not... Oh we plea...

Wait till we meet thee in heavens... A company in gleaming, pearly clouds.. This time to keep for eternity...

People may die... But memories, memories live forever!

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In loving remembrance of my Grandmother, whom I loved dearly, will always do... 

The tides of Time cannot erase away the precious memories that shall be etched forever in my heart.... 

A Teen Love Story..

I still stare the rose you gave, when you proposed your love to me...

We were too young, to understand, what is love?

I blushed and accepted both you and the rose..

And then began our love story.....

I wrote you love letters... enveloped with my perfume's fragrance......

And you would jog every evening outside my home, just only to see me...

Though it would rain but you always came.

We were both just only teens!

I remember when we finally met, long after months of exchanging letters and smiles, because we were scared of our strict Mom & Dad..

You looked so charming, in your sky blue jeans, and brought a red rose for me.

I loved the way; you would stare the floor and then turn your gaze secretly admiring me...

That was so cute, when I would catch you staring me silently... and we both would then smile, blushing pink shyly...

That day too, we only blushed and smiled, and observed the Park's scenery.

We were just only teens!

We grew up and were still in love...

You still looked charming as you use to be, but you became busier, as you studied too hard, just to keep parents happy.

You would help me in Maths, when I couldn't solve equations... though I hated Maths but loved it, just for being a reason, for us both to meet.

Its been many years...

And we are no longer, the crazy teens in love.

It's years.. Since you promised me, you'll come to make me forever yours...

And it is the day indeed...

Which we both have waited for, so eagerly...

I'm here; adorned in a pearl, white gown..

Together for eternity we belong.

I see you, beside me walking the aisle.. and you still look charming, as you always use to be.

It all began when we were both, just only teens!

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:Edited version of the Post previously updated on my blog, "Teen Lovestory" (dated 1/12/2013).

*Image Credits: www.Imgfave.com 

Yours Truly

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A pleasant February evening... The cafe looked unusually quiet... Dim Candescent lights were lit and sweet aroma of cinnamon, vanilla and cocoa infused in the entire room.

Kabir & Sneha sat near a corner, beside the entrance door of the cafe.

Some moments later a guy approached their table, and collected the empty coffee mugs. Both Sneha & Kabir ordered their usual favorite mocha... The pragmatic yet unassuming, Kabir sat opposite Sneha his face downward, in the silent, dimly lit room his countenance visibly expressed his sadness.

His eyes were glued to the delicate diamond ring... One which sat in his right palm and the other one, which Sneha flaunted on her manicured fingers. 

There was an awkward silence for a long while.

"I think, I must leave now."-- Sneha finally spoke, to loosen herself from the strangling, strange awkwardness.

Kabir held Sneha's hand and tried to stop her.

Sneha stood staring Kabir with questioning expressions.

" Let me leave first."--Kabir replied, his face downward, now staring the mosaic marble floor.

"Because...." --he paused, looked at Sneha with pleading eyes, but failed to continue the gaze, as his eyes became wet with tears...

"Because.... I can't stand.. to see you walk away from me." 

He picked himself and and began to walk towards the door.

"You were my Bestfriend, Kabir. We could still be friends...." -- Sneha spoke slowly rather hesitantly.

Kabir turned to reply "No! (he drew a deep breath) I don't think ...  I'll subscribe that idea. Good bye Sneha...."

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A burgandy diary lay open beside Kabir's mocha coffee mug.

Kabir's mind raced back to the past... Almost a year have passed, since he last met Sneha.

He relaxed on a chair, inside the same cafe.

It was late evening hour.

Kabir appeared melancholic, his hairs awry and mind busy in musings....

He held a silver pen and began writing intensely.

He paused some moments later, looked at a picture, the one he found while flipping the diary pages; early college years... an adorable picture of Sneha & Kabir together.

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He brushed the streaming tears from cheeks, and picked up the pen again to write.

"Slowly as the mists disappear....

A vision begins to unravel... I find myself sinking below the deep blue Sea of Emotions...

It felt like a Dream, but I knew, I was wide awake... And then I saw Her...

She was there... Standing under the shade of the same mango tree, where we spent most of our childhood..

Her butcher brown eyes, that smiles back at you . . hides a thousand galaxies..

The gleaming Sun lighting up her skin, and she looks away, her cheeks turn red and pink blushing shyly...

I then follow her to a Secret Garden... Where she hides her favorite things, and fondest memories and wishes of heart.

We dance to her favorite melodious tunes.. There's tenderness in the air. Her dark brown curls appear as happy as her, they sway as she dance... 

It was but a Dream... I reminded myself.

I close my eyes and tried listening to the rythm of my beating heart. 

And then... I felt the deep silence.. Silent Secret Garden... I opened my eyes and stood bewildered... She left me... I searched her everywhere. Her absence left me teary eyed... 

I stood there alone, still waiting... Waiting.. Wishing she would return. Waiting, until it was dark... 

Waiting with a aching heart..

...... I still love you (a solitary tear ran down Kabir's cheeks).... ""

The ink was smudged... Kabir closed the diary and begin walking outside the Cafe. Light drizzle began falling from dark sky.

He suddenly stopped reaching the entrance door of the Cafe.

Kabir stood outside the door for a long while, almost drenched by rain...  He picked out from his right pocket, a glittering ring, and ran his fingers on the gold rim, where two letters were visible. Two letters etched 'K' and 'S' for Kabir and Sneha.

Still rains were pouring.. But Kabir's cheeks were wet with tears.

He sighed briefly, then slowly, decided to stride the dark, silent, empty streets. Walking the distance, each single step, moving away from the Cafe and the past memories.

"And it rained all night..  But could not soothe the lone, aching hearts..

I stare the silent, dull gray walls around and wonder, what possibly had gone wrong? ...

Past memories creep through the door and then silence begins to haunt..

The distances between us seems to be a million miles.. I fight hard not to cry...

Though each time, I gasp and brush away the tears... The silence, completes the sentences... That my rhythmic heartbeat whispers.. 

I have to leave it all behind...

I decide to loosen these strands, that entagle me to your memories... 

This time I truly let go...

But I promise to meet you, to the place far away... To a place where dreams turn real.. 

To a place where happiness is found...

To a place where I find you...

It is the Secret Garden.. 

Where everything you desire, everything you seek... and everything you need .. You shall find..."

~Yours Truly~

Kabir

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