Straight From The Heart

Her Memories - IV

2012-01-29T23:59:00.000+05:30

Her Memories - I | Her Memories - II | Her Memories - III

That letter still had the same effect on him as it did when he had read it first. His eyes filled with tears. He knew that Samruddhi loved him but he was pleasantly surprised to know that she loved him so much. She perhaps loved him more than he loved her. May be it was because of the thoughts of his mother, as he boarded the train to Cochin but the truth was that he did not miss Samruddhi so much and he never even realized that she would.

He was not the kind of person to make comparisons ever, but then he started comparing. He compared his love for her and her love for his. He even mentioned once to her that he felt she loved him more than he loved her and to that she had one answer. “Look from where I am standing”

He smiled. He loved her for her short replies. He folded the letter and placed it back in the box. He was tired, very tired. He had a slight headache. Thanks to the tears that gathered in his eyes on reading the longest letter she had ever written to him. He kept the box back in the drawer and got up. Picking up the phone he ordered dinner.

He lay on the bed for a while but was awakened by repeated ringing of the doorbell. It seemed as if he had just closed his eyes but when he saw the bedside watch, he was surprised to know he had slept for half an hour. He got out of the bed hurriedly and opened the door to a frustrated parcel boy.

“Sorry” he said before the man could complain.

As he had done with the tea, he served dinner in two plates. After finishing his plate he ate from Samruddhi’s. He knew, people would perhaps laugh at him if they came to know that he did something like this but he did not care. It was important for him to keep her a part of his life. She was still a part of his life. He finished the food in the plate but choked on the last morsel of food and instinctively he called out to her for a glass of water. He shook his head, got up and carried the plates to the sink. He drank a glass of water before doing the dishes. He was the one who always did the dishes after dinner. She liked that about him. Normally as he washed the dishes, she sat on the kitchen platform and talked to him. He missed her voice. Dishes took more time than it should have. He wiped his hands, switched off the lights and walked to the bedroom. He fell asleep the moment he hit the sack.

... To be continued

(to be edited later. Editing suggestions to be sent to online-editor@artihonrao.net)

OK! It is time for me to hit the sack as well ;) Had a long day and my writing time (night) was taken up by something that was important as well. I wanted to write something, hence this short post. I would love to hear what you think of the story so far :)

Her Memories - III

2012-01-28T23:59:00.000+05:30

Her Memories - I | Her Memories - II

He moved his fingers over the carving, remembering their anniversary. Only then, that day, he had completely forgotten it.

“Who forgets their first wedding anniversary?” she asked angrily.

He had no answer. She was right. Who, other than him, would forget their first wedding anniversary? She loved him despite all his flaws, so it had not taken much time for her to forgive him. He was lucky to have her in his life. Someone who completely understood him! A woman, who even after becoming his wife, continued being the friend she once used to be!

He sat on the chair and closed his eyes. The movement of the chair was comforting to his disturbed mind. He wanted to call her, hear her voice, talk to her and tell her how much he missed her. He even took out his mobile phone from his jeans pocket and was about to press the speed-dial for her number, but he changed his mind.

The valentine day remained as an invisible barrier in between the two of them for quite some time. She easily ignored the looks the students gave her but it was difficult for her to ignore the look in the eyes of her professors. One of the professors even ‘talked’ to her stating that she was a bright student and she should not waste her time in ‘all such things’.

Things changed a bit after that. She started to avoid talking to him in college. He was fine with that only because they spoke over the phone every evening and went for a walk together at night. Her parents knew about them. This was a plus point. By now, at least he had gotten really serious about his feelings for her. He never questioned about her feelings because he knew it. At the same time he prepared himself for the day when she would come and perhaps say that there was no future for them. Thankfully, that day never came. Holding hands while walking stage of their relationship was soon replaced by hugs.

The third letter to him was during his final semesters. It was just an “All The Best” letter but for him, it implied that she would be a part of all the important events of his life. And, that she was.

It was the third day of his examinations when he got a telegram from his father mentioning the death of his mother due to illness. He knew he would have been a lost case had this girl not been there for him like a strong support. He cried in her arms the whole evening. He was even invited to sleep over at her place. She did not want to leave him alone. So, instead of walking back to the hostel he had accompanied her home. Her parents were supportive enough and that meant a lot to him.

Their first night together in the same house, they spent the entire night studying for his exams. The roles were reversed for the night. She was the teacher and he was the student. Her mother was kind enough to make some tea for them. Things had started to get that serious now. They had committed themselves to the relationship without even really committing themselves! They both liked it that way.

In her letter, which she had to post for the first time because immediately after his exams he took a train to his house in Cochin she mentioned how she felt about the direction in which their relationship was going.

He opened the box and took out the letter. This one was written on a different kind of paper than the earlier ones and was the longest letter she had ever written to him. The other letters were more like notes. This one was a letter! He had read this letter so many times that he knew it word by word.

Dear Rohan,

I miss you. I know I have said this several times over the phone but I wanted to say it once more. The moment the train moved out of the station I could feel the emptiness in me. It seemed as if a part of me was sliced and placed inside the train that was moving farther away from me minute by minute. I stared at the train until I could see it no more. It was because of the tears rather than the distance covered by the train. I am a no-tears person. Or, you can say- that is what I believed all these years. Even I was surprised when I felt the warm tears on my face. Everyone at the station was staring at me. A few were looking at me with the expression of “we-know-how-you-feel” and all I wanted to do was cry out loud. I wanted to be invisible or at least for others to leave me alone at the station. The right option would have been to walk out of the station but I could not move. I did not want to move. I was hoping that you’d change your mind and come back. How selfish of me, right? Would you believe if I tell you that I stood there at the station for half an hour?

This is the first time I am experiencing something like this. Just today, after we spoke over the phone, I walked out of the house for a walk and without realizing where I am going I walked to your hostel. The best part, I walked to the watchman and asked him to give you a message that I am waiting for you at the gate. Can you believe it?

What is happening to me? Does being in love feel like this?

I never believed what they show in movies. We both know how much we both hate all that rosy stuff. Therefore, I was really shocked when I found myself entering Archies Gallery simply because I had to spend the time I usually spent with you. I literally walked to the “Love” section and went through the cards, which I would have never touched as if they were something dirty! Not only that, I ended buying something for you! Don’t worry; it is not a heart shaped balloon. It’s this lovely, cute little greeting card which sings “Nothing’s gonna change my love for you”. Okay, I am lying.

But, yes, I did buy something for you. I seriously hope you come back before I become totally filmy and start singing “kabutar ja ja ja” at the top of my voice, standing on the terrace of my building and waving goodbye to the pigeons of my area!

On a serious note –

I love you. I know you have always known that. You were always sure of my feelings, not because you took me for granted but it was because you knew me, sorry, know me so well.

This is the kind of love story I have always wanted where two people really understand one another. Thank you for being that kind of person for me. You must be thinking that I am going too sentimental on you. It’s true, so you can tell me that when we talk on the phone. I never knew this part of me ever existed. Every time we held hands, we hugged, it seemed like a regular thing for me. But, this …

Being away from you, being far in distance, this is different. I never want to go through this again. This better be the first and the last time. That reminds me, yesterday night my mom came to my room and asked me “Do you miss him?” Seriously! And, I don’t know why – I started crying. It is not like you have walked out of my life but… forget it.

You know what mom did when I started crying? She laughed and walked out of the room!

After some time, I heard her talking to my dad. She told him that I was crying. I felt so embarrassed! Worst, my dad started laughing too.

After they finished laughing they got really serious and discussed our marriage. Yes, you read it right. Our Marriage! I don’t know what your reaction was after reading this. I wish you were here. I wanted to see you reading this. I wanted to know the look in your eyes. Whether your eyes were smiling or were they serious. Do you think it is too early for all this or do you think we are ready? Am I ready? Are you ready? Are our folks ready for this?

I knew this is the direction our relationship would go in but when I heard my parents talking about it, I felt shivers running down my spine. I want this but I am not sure whether I want this now.

Okay, gotta go!

Regards to your father.

Did I mention I love you?

Samruddhi.

Part Four

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Her Memories - II

2012-01-27T23:56:00.000+05:30

Her Memories - I

Her friends had planned an end-of-exams outing but she refused to go because her mother wanted her back home early. That was just an excuse given to her friends; he came to know later on. They watched a movie together only to be found by her friends who had come to watch the same movie. “Will plan something better next time” she whispered in his ears as she finally walked out of the cinema hall with her friends. He smiled.

He never shared details of their friendship with any of his friends but he was sure, his friends would have said that it was a frank hint she had given about her interest in him. He decided not to take her for granted. He wanted this to be the way it was right now. No rumors, no teasing, no taking for granted, no red roses. But, he was soon disappointed as the following Valentine day someone gave her red roses in his name. It was an awkward moment for him and she was furious. She knew it was not him, she trusted him enough to know that he would never do anything of this sort. Amateur expression of love was not his style. She was pretty sure it was someone from her class, someone from her friends who had done this, after seeing them together in the cinema hall. Everywhere they went people looked at them. Girls giggled and guys looked at him with jealousy. They left college early that day. She wanted to go out somewhere, wanted to spend time alone with him.

“Can’t we let this be just the way it is?” Her words, his thoughts. He understood what she meant. “Do we really have to label this relationship?” she complained. Tears started forming in her eyes.

That very moment he wanted to go back to the college and beat up the person who had done this. His own eyes filled with tears.

“Please don’t cry.” He pleaded.

“I love you” she told him, looking deep in his eyes

“I know” he wanted to say. His friends would have considered going out for movie together as a hint but he knew her better than that. He knew she would have gone to the movie with him even if she took him only as a friend. But, he knew she loved him. He knew her really well.

“Are you listening?”, she had asked and he had snapped out of his thoughts.

“Sorry”

“Forget it. Let’s go” she stood up to go

“What happened?” he asked, confused.

“Nothing. Can we just forget what happened today. Or what I said” She said, looking at him, avoiding the eyes. He tried to read her face. What had he missed when he was traveling in his thought-world?

She never told him, what he had missed. Not then and not even now, after knowing him for so many years. He had tried many a times to know. He did not have to know because in the end what really mattered was that they were together but still, he wanted to know. The thought that he was missing a part of the moments he spent with her, bothered him even today.

It was dark inside the house. She always complained when he did not put on the lights on the right time in the evening. He closed the box and put on the lights in all the rooms. He walked to the kitchen and made tea for two. Five months, it had been five months since she had gone but he could not get used to it. Like all the other days, he drank the tea in both the cups and washed the cups immediately. He knew she would have wanted him to do that. He wanted to do, and almost always did everything that pleased her. He wanted things to be the way she always wanted it to be. He did the laundry every day, ate on time, slept on time. Only he could not stop thinking about her, the way she wanted him to. No, that was not possible. She had told him that it would affect his work and yes, it was affecting his work but he could not stop thinking about her.

He walked back to the bedroom. Instead of opening the box again he opened the wardrobe and kept the neatly folded clothes inside. He cleaned his desk. Wrote a few checks to pay the bills, returned the missed calls and then lifting the wooden box he sat on the rocking chair.

“Happy Wedding Anniversary”, the words carved on the rocking chair brought back the smile. It was a gift from her.

Part Three

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Her Memories - I

2012-01-26T23:54:00.000+05:30

First short story series since I started writing one post per day in 2012. Second, after the short break I had taken from writing. First being "Hope", which I have submitted to be considered for publishing in a short story book.

The silent room had started to become suffocating. He walked to the window and opened the curtains and a cool breeze entered through. He stared at the setting sun. The orange yellow color spread across the sky might have seemed to be romantic to her, but for him, it was the end of just another day, another day without her!

The gloominess of the room shifted a little on the positive spectrum as he thought of ~~her~~ the way she used to smile. She still managed to brighten up his life. Still. Even after so many years.

Unconsciously, he moved towards the desk and opened the drawer, full of her memories. From the first Letter she had ~~written~~ handed over to him to the last letter that he found under her pillow, he had them all, neatly kept in a scented wooden box. He opened the first letter. College memories! He smiled. Smell of fresh coffee wafting from the kitchen filled his nostrils. It seemed so real. But, there was no coffee on the burner.

Her first day in college, he remembered. She was subjected to mild ragging but her innocent mind could not take it and she started crying. Seniors apologized and she felt embarrassed. He saw everything from across the hall and instantly fell in love with her. He walked towards her and ended the awkward moment. The seniors nodded and walked away. They respected him. He was their senior. He gave her his handkerchief to wipe the tears, which she took without looking at him. "thanks" she said handing over the kerchief and looking at him for the first time. Another embarrassing moment for her.

"sorry, I thought it's..."

"It's okay" he said taking back the kerchief.

That day, at the end of college he had offered to drive her home as she was scared to go by train. Railway stations, yet another place common for ragging. She knew. She said she had called her brother but he could not make it and so, he offered to drop her home.

His first time in her house and no one but the two of them in there. She ~~had~~ made coffee for him.

The next day, she had written a letter to him. An apology letter. It was a part of ragging that she had to convince the guy staring at her to drop her home. He had laughed out loud unable to believe that he got fooled.

He laughed again. The memories of those days still fresh in his mind. They had become friends. They spent a lot of time together in college canteen. He had sort of become a private tutor for her. She appreciated his help. He was thankful that he got to spend quality time with her.

Just a few days before her exams she had written another letter to him. This time, a thank you note for all the coaching he gave her. He smiled, remembering how she had smiled after handing over the letter to him. His heart had skipped a beat then and it skipped a beat even now, in the present, as he visualized her.

After the last paper as she walked out of the examination hall, on seeing him she had ran towards him and almost hugged him. She ~~had~~ stood frozen, very close to him, so much that he could ~~feel the warmth of her body~~ smell the shampoo in her hair. But then she moved back and held his hand instead and they walked to the canteen. Coffee time. Time to make some more memories.

Part Two

(Written as a part of "one post per day", this would be written on daily basis and posted here as series, raw, without any editing.) (Strike-through editing done online the next day, right here on Sfth page)
Anymore editing suggestions? Please send them to online-editor@artihonrao.net

Cannot

2012-01-25T23:33:00.000+05:30

Always afraid to say "I can"
She allowed others to tell her "you cannot"

Until one day...
She came across a man -
who believed in her
more than she did, herself
He showed her the path
And she walked ...
step by step -
Without realizing that he ain't following

Until one day -
She could not hear him
She searched for him
Called out his name desperately
An ache in her heart everyone could feel
She cried out ...
Told him she needed him
And, she loved him
But he did not hear her voice
People tried telling her to forget him

She said "I cannot"
And people said "yes you can!"

Tea for two and a piece of cake tuesdays by Preeti Shenoy

2012-01-25T20:33:00.002+05:30

This post has been written for Preeti Shenoy's Tea for two and a piece of cake tuesdays

If I could invite anybody for 'tea for two' today it would undoubtedly be ...

The one who realizes that a cup of tea is not only water, milk, tea and sugar. It is much more than that. It is also about the time given to you by the person who makes the tea for you. The person who would be invited for a cup of tea with me would appreciate that, the invitation for tea is not only about having tea together, it also means I want to spend time with the person. Have a conversation, share, learn and teach.

Perhaps Preeti was looking for specific name because almost all the blogs that I read mention names from J. K. Rowling to Sachin Tendulkar to their friend. I did not specify a name because for me it would be more important who wants to have tea with me and who would appreciate the gesture! It could be anyone... It can be you ;)

The Best

2012-01-24T23:50:00.000+05:30

Pray for others
Ask what you would ask for yourself
And, be assured that He'd give you -
From the bag labelled 'The Best'

Be good to everyone
Treat others the way you want to be treated
And, you will, for sure -
Be treated,'The Best'

Smile, always
Go out of your way and make others smile
And, you would be gifted -
With memories that are 'The Best'

The one who truly lives
Is the one who lives for others
Replaces their sorrow with his joys
Becomes what he must - 'The Best'

Crossroad

2012-01-23T23:20:00.000+05:30

Alone I stand on a crossroad -

Different roads, different opportunities

Different paths, different responsibilities.

Which one should I take,

I ask myself each minute,

As the wind plays around me -

Dust storms at times,

Sometimes, a pleasant breeze...

Alone I stand on a crossroad.

One road I must choose, I know.

The one that would lead me to happiness

The one that really matters,

The one going through the heart of others.

Alone I stand on a crossroad -

Which road must I take,

I ask myself each minute.

Leave behind something -

As a sacrifice to gain something else.

Something, that really matters -

Something, which means a lot to me.

Things that would teach me the meaning of life.

Alone I stand on a crossroad -

Trying to make up my mind.

Different roads, different opportunities

Different paths, different responsibilities.

One post per day

2012-01-22T23:55:00.000+05:30

Writing (and publishing) one post per day was the promise I had made to myself and as you can see in the blog archive I have succeeded keeping the promise for 22 days. However, I have begun to question myself whether it is appropriate?

Am I missing the bigger picture?

I mean -

I write everyday, that is good. But, sometimes I write even when I am tired just because I have to write. Is that right? Would that not bring down the quality of my writing?

Other than this -

Would writing short poems/posts per day, give me less time (or maybe break the thought process) for bigger posts/stories?

Right now, I am confused. Your two cents?

Mirage

2012-01-21T23:45:00.000+05:30

Picking up the pieces

Of his shattered heart

He travels alone on the forbidden path

No footprints ahead, none to follow

Alone he walks in the darkness

Across the field of pain

Slimmest chance of crossing over -

To the other side, hopeful and bright.

He walks and walks for hours,

Aching feet, tired body.

The sun about to rise at the horizon

He knows he is near the place -

He had been searching for, all along.

Optimism radiating out of his steps

The feeble steps gain speed.

Something shines in the distance, Hope, he thinks.

However after a while he falls on his knees.

Mirage - that is all it is -

Mirages all along the path.

Making him travel alone -

This journey on the forbidden path

No footprints ahead, none to follow.

You Will Know ...

2012-01-20T03:46:00.001+05:30

Look into my eyes...

And you will see

What you mean to me.

Hold my hand ...

And you will know

What your presence does to me.

Close your eyes...

Listen carefully

The sound of our hearts

Beating Rhythmically.

Trust the heart...

Let things be the way they are

And you would then believe

In the togetherness We share.

Contemplating Life...

2012-01-19T02:12:00.000+05:30

Silent reflection -
Staring back at me,
Looking at me from the outside
As I stand, contemplating life.
All that I gave up
that I failed to earn
Calculations of -
Income and expenses of lifetime.
Values of love found and lost.

Drops of water -
Slithering down the window pane
The smell of wet earth
Filling up the air.
The darkness wrapped -
Around the bright room
Alone I stand, contemplating life.

Conversation (2)

2012-01-18T21:05:00.002+05:30

You said a lot without saying a word,

I heard the unsaid

My heart hopes you would use words

And my ears hear your voice...

Still, I love what is -

Unsaid, yet heard...

Conversation between -

You and me.

(Inspired by comment left by Manpreet Bedi on first version.
This is how a writer grows)

Conversation

2012-01-17T23:45:00.000+05:30

Unsaid, yet heard

The conversation between -

you and me

Penning Down Thoughts - II

2012-01-16T12:01:00.000+05:30

There are so many things we want to say. So many thoughts nagging at the back of our mind throughout the day. We want to say it, but do not know how to put it across appropriately so that it won't be misunderstood. We cannot say all that is in our mind. There is a huge difference between what goes around in the mind and what comes out of the mouth. Each thought cannot be put into words. Each thought must not be put into words. Some things are better left unsaid. A disturbed mind always misunderstands. You can never know what something might mean to someone.

Somewhere in between being seeded into the mind and being born on the lips, the value of the thought decreases. They say - it does not hurt to tell someone in words that you love them. At times, saying in words taints your feelings. Some things are better felt than said. My opinion.

All I Want

2012-01-15T23:47:00.000+05:30

Words inspired by this photograph

Photograph taken from the wall of a facebook friend

All I want,

Is fall asleep in your arms

Feel protected,

Let all the worries slip away from the mind.

Listen to your heartbeat,

And smile,

As you whisper promises in my ears,

Every night, for the rest of my life.

All I want,

Is wake up in your arms

Feel hopeful-

About the day that has just begun.

See you sleeping peacefully,

And smile,

As I kiss you good morning,

Every morning, for the rest of my life.

Open Book

2012-01-14T01:29:00.003+05:30

I am like an open book -

Seen by all, read by many;

Understood by a few.

Some pages worn out

Some freshly written.

Passages read and re-read

Also, shared with others over coffee...

Some passages, left alone.

Neither read nor shared

I am like an open book -

Choice is yours -

To read or not to read.

Shooting Star

2012-01-13T23:22:00.000+05:30

Image (c) Danne Eriksson

Alone I stand -

Amidst the many

Shining as bright, as I can

Doing my best.

My existence might be tiny,

Considering the universe on whole

Yet -

I can be a shooting star for someone;

Fulfilling their dreams as I fall

Dear Lord

2012-01-12T23:02:00.000+05:30

Show me the way, Lord
When I become blind with ego
Don't let go of my hand, ever
Even if I seem to be strong -
For, I am not as strong as I might seem to others.
Only you can understand, how vulnerable I can be.

Guide me, encourage me -
with your caring words.
Let your voice be so loudly heard -
That I become deaf to words said against me.

You are the only one who knows
Even though I try my best,
Sometimes, I might fail.
I might fall short in my duties,
Care less for someone, give less love
Misunderstand people -
Even those who love me
Despite my shortcomings.

You are the only one -
Who believes in me, and
What is in my heart.
Let your love touch my soul
And bless me to be the best I can be.

Today's Picture

2012-01-12T20:12:00.000+05:30

It was during my earlier days of blogging that I came across "Today's Picture", photography blog of Danne Eriksson.

I have even used a few photographs from the blog for my poems

Window and Journey, where the photographs add so much meaning to my words.

The photographs clicked on daily basis range from mesmerizing Landscapes to simple yet meaningful portraits.

Mail the owner Danne if you are interested in using a picture or if you want to subscribe to the mailing list

Check for yourself :)

Today's Picture

Thoughts

2012-01-11T23:47:00.000+05:30

Written and scratched over,

Again and again, words-

Sometimes, they fail.

Not all thoughts can ever be

Put into words to read.

Some, have to stay hidden

Invisible to the world

Whispered only in prayers

Soothed by hope...

A puzzle, left on the desk -

Unsolved.

Brought Together

2012-01-10T03:29:00.000+05:30

She could feel him standing behind her. Watching his daughter. Their daughter. Their sick daughter. Having returned from the hospital a few hours ago she had now tucked the little girl in her bed and on her way out, turned to look at her. She remembered those moments when she had to carry her unconscious daughter to the hospital in her arms. She also remembered how, after so many days, finally the girl's father, the man she loved so much, had broken down the guards and allowed her inside the secluded part of his life. He had cried for their daughter. His daughter. She had wrapped her arms around him and comforted him.

Just then he had come and stood behind her. She could feel his warm breath on her neck. She pulled out the clutcher from her hair and allowed the hair to fall over her shoulders. He moved back. Looked at her for a while before walking in to sit on his daughter's bed. He had never noticed how beautiful the woman at the door was. He noticed it now. In the most simplest clothing, no hairdo, no make-up, she was still beautiful. He turned to look at her. She was gone. He looked at his daughter. Their daughter. The little girl was sleeping peacefully, having finally brought these two together. Made them realize their love for each another.

Your Memories

2012-01-09T00:47:00.004+05:30

Scattered around the room,

Memories -

Some wrapped in photos,

some in the little gifts

Some lying on bed, covered with sheet.

Some, held back -

Tears that never flow.

Some hidden in the once-upon-a-time smile

Some whispered as your name, in sleep

Some caressing me in the dreams that I see...

Memories -

That's what is left of you -

With me, to keep.

Scattered around the room,

Around my life.

Waiting

2012-01-08T00:33:00.002+05:30

Silent

Engulfed by darkness

Weeping alone

In some corner -

Invisible to everyone

He spends his time, waiting -

for someone to come

To hold him, support him

Love him, care for him.

Give him a shoulder to cry

Hopes to cling on to -

Life worth living

Love, that completes him.

He waits, still.

As she sits silently next to him

Engulfed by darkness

Unseen by him -

No sound, no movement,

Else his ears would hear -

What his eyes cannot see.

She fears his hatred -

His confession that he needs no one,

Not even her to complete his life

But, she is incomplete -

Without him.

False hopes

2012-01-07T23:52:00.000+05:30

She had warned her maid that she did not want to be disturbed and no one should be allowed in the house. She wanted to spend time alone.

As Samya sat in the living room with her back towards the door and her eyes set on the setting sun, she hoped someone would come and knock on the door. She wanted that someone to be Tushar. Despite all the hints that he gave her indicating that he was not interested in her, Samya prayed for a miracle. Even today, right now, as he was about to tie the nuptial knot with the woman he loved since childhood.

As per Samya they were not compatible at all and the marriage was a mistake. She closed her eyes allowing the setting sun to vanish slowly from her vision even before it vanished from the horizon to be replaced by numerous stars and a full moon. It was time for her to stop, she made up her mind.

The doorbell rang and the maid opened the door. She heard the maid talking to someone and then a loud male voice arguing. The man wanted to meet Samya. She smiled with her eyes still closed. She had won. Tushar had finally come home to her. The door closed and Samya opened her eyes.