Saturday, 24 November 2012

I Love you Maa

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Do you remember this day? It was my 5th birthday,and according to our custom I was standing for the evening pooja, ready with the plate of aarti, everyone was there, but my eyes were only looking for one person, I was looking for you. You were busy in the arrangements but all I wanted was you to leave everything and stand beside me, and finally you were there :)

Maa, you are the reason for my being able to see this world, you are the creator of my identity. The moments we shared together, can never be tied in words, whether it was the day when I said bye for the very first time I was leaving for school or my first cooking lesson, they can not be expressed in words. You taught me everything. I still remember the day I was leaving home for higher studies, I was sitting on your laps and crying that I would not be able to come back like the old days; and you said, "You are not going anywhere laado, you live in our hearts and you will stay here forever." These are the words which bless me with the courage to survive in this strange place. You made me strong enough to face every up and down in my life. You made me the person I am and I am so proud that I came to this world from your womb.

If someone compliments your daughter that is because I have inherited that quality from you maa. Today your laado is miles away from you, but she is still following everything you taught her. I love you maa, you are my best friend, my guide, my partner and my GOD. Love you maa, missing you a-lot.

- your's and only your's Aayu

Sunday, 4 November 2012

Journey With A Cute Guy...!!!

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Reader's guide : Text written in *....* is what my character is thinking or saying to herself in mind...

*Mamma's gift, check..!! Popsi's gift, check..!! Sadu's gift (my brother), check..!! toothbrush, sunscreen, face-pack....check..!! Hmm I think I am done,now I should leave..*

"Hello guard uncle,will you please open the door for me? "
"Sure sure..Going home beta?"
"Yes guard uncle..Diwali with Family...!!"
"OK beta..Take care and do not talk to strangers.OK?"
"Ooh uncle, you know that's tough for me..I can't even sit quite continuously for 10 min..and I have to travel for 8 hours."
"hahaha....Go enjoy...Happy Diwali."
"Happy Diwali to you too uncle. "

Somehow I manged to pull my heavy luggage to the main road. "Taxi Taxi..!!! Bus Stand bhaiya..." and I got in.

*Don't talk to strangers...Hmm... I used to hear this line before commencing every journey..and with the same frequency I am sincerely not following this... how could one stay quite in whole journey, Saahhh..I don't understand..But I know I can't..Hmm...*

"Bhaiya one ticket to Chhatarpur..Window seat..and don't give the next seat to any lofar..OK???"

*Finally get the seat..God knows who's gonna sit with me..Hmm.. O God please send a cute guy,with deep blue eyes so that this journey can be a real fun..!!!*

"Excuse me, is this seat number 14?" A sweet manly voice was coming out of a dashing tall and handsome male figure.

"Yes It is."
"Thanks its mine."

*O God I need a flat on  burj khalifa and a red Bugatti Please Please Please* I opened one eye and I was still in the bus not in Dubai *Shit..I should have asked for Bugatti first.hmm..But no doubt the guy is also cute..*

"Where is your destination?"
"Chhatarpur..Heard about it?"
"Yeah I had been there last month.A perfect place to visit with your and refreshing with the sweet essence of an small Indian town."
"That's good to know."

*For the very first time I am feeling proud on my birth place..Good good..He is kind of sweet..Loves greenery and small town..Hmm..*

"SO where are you going?",I asked.

*Just three hours..O God how could you be so cruel..You have taken my chance of getting Bugatti and now when I met this cute guy..He is just gonna be with me for just three hours??? You are so....*

"OK.That's a nice place too with lots of historic importance.", I replied.
"Ooh ..You have a lovely voice, do you sing?"
"Hahaha...No I am just a bathroom singer, Thanks."

*O God his eyes are killing..I can't stop staring at them.. Why you stopped cute guy? Tell me.. are you single? Do you sing? DO you dance? Do you believe in Love at first sight?....*

"Hey, Do you like Lays?"
"Yeah I do."
 He took out a large pack of American creamy onion (My favorite).
"This one is my favorite."

*O look our choices are also same.. So he is cute, he is sweet and he love lays...Hmm...I am liking this...I wish I can read what he is thinking..*

"So are you single?"
"Ahem Ahem...what...I mean yes I am single..and you?"
"Me too..My mother is looking out girls for me but I wants to fall in unexpectedly..with a stranger all of love in the first meet!!!"

*O MY GOODNESS..Is he trying to flirt with me or something..Or he is serious.. His eyes..Aww... They are so real ... How he could fake..Aww..I am ready to fall in love with you cute guy...*

"That's so sweet,I hope you find one soon."

And the three hours passed away like time was sliding over the butter slice..with hundreds of butterflies in my stomach and cupid flying over our heads waiting for the right time to hit the arrow..We talked about studies, future goals, jobs, our family, marriage and much more...I know its too much to talk with a stranger but that's the beauty of it...I spoke continuously for three hours..He complemented me for my voice, my being so sweet and friendly and being so talkative (he said he likes it)..and this is what I am..

"Those who have to left at Jhansi please come at the front door.",conductor shouted.

"Looks like I have to leave now."

*No No please don't go, I have so many questions still left..Don't go.*

"Hmm..I guess..", I said by keeping my emotions aside.
"So can I have your number?"

*Mom... Dad... can I give this cute guy my number????? He could be your future son-in-law pleaseeeee, Simmi if mamma get to know this she will kill you..hmm..yeah*

"That's OK,I understand..Now I should leave... Hey I am coming back on 16th in the same bus on the same seat, can I expect a sweet talkative angel to meet me then?"

*Aaaaaaaaaa.....He wants to meet me,He wants to meet me...O God you are superb...*
*Blushing blushing blushing...*

"Yeah she will come.I promise."

I was overwhelming with joy, so these were the only words that came out.

"OK, see you soon angel.Happy Diwali."
"Happy Diwali to you too."

*O God He is going..why is it too tough to say good bye to you cute guy....cute guy...?????What the hell?????????? O shit..!!!!!! Simmi how could you be so stupid.. You forget to ask his name... Damn....You are an Idiot.*

 I tried to open the window but it was locked. So I ran toward the door.

"Hey hey cute guy...What is your name?????"
He was almost in the cab. He turned around while I got to see his killing eyes once more and said "CUTE GUY.."

I came back on my seat, with his image in my heart,an everlasting blush on my face and the empty chips packet as the memory of our first meet..I sat back on my seat with closed eyes, playing back each and every piece of our conversation and now my reason to celebrate has doubled..

*O God... I don't need a Bugatti..Thank you...*

Author's note:

* Author is not going home this Diwali because of some stupid tests and she is yet to meet such cute guy.
* Thank you for reading and wish you a very happy and  prosper Diwali...Stay safe Stay healthy Stay Blessed and Let the celebration continues...

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