Tark Se Mitaayenge Fark

The Discrimination

Chan chan chan!! The whole haweli was prevailed with the sweet sound of the ghungroos. Kaka sasurji  as usual , was reading his newspaper in the hall, with Bihari sitting near his feet. The beats of song and ghungroo sounded divine and ethnic. Rubbing his eyes, a man having thousands of dreams in it, stepped down of his couch. With his messy hair and red  night suit, he wore his slippers and headed towards the source. He mounted the stairs and reached the terrace, where a girl was rehearsing, just like an angel.

Meetwa bole meethe bain
Meetwa bole meethe bain
Saaware kajrare nain
Meetwa bole meethe bain

Aniruddh's P.O.V :

I saw her doing flawless movements of her hands, stamping feet. Her long hairs waving when she rotates. It seemed as if an angel of heaven was dancing on the earth.

Saaware kajrare nain
Meetwa bole meethe bain

I looked and was lost in her little eyes for the first time. It contained so much emotions- the contend, the happiness, the maturity. It was as deep as a ocean, which hold the determination to change the soceity , to fight against wrong. I could see my fitoor in her orbs.
"Meri kranti ki mashaal.' I uttered.
I didn't wanted to disturb her. I stood there, without making any noise, looking her kathak.

Bondita's P.O.V :

Soye toh saanj bulaye
Jaage toh bhor kaare
Saanse bete nain
Meetwa tere nain
Meetwa bole meethe bain

I was engrossed in my dance. Whenever I tried to close my eyes, I could see his face. I took a big round and saw him standing, gazing me continuously with a big smile on his face.

Saanse bete nain
Meetwa tere nain

I glared at him. I could see a feeling of proud in his eyes. I smiled. How lucky I am to have a husband like him. We share a bond, a bond which no one can understand. A bond which is different from others. A bond which do not have any expectations. A bond which have trust. A bond which have respect. A bond which is pure. Aisa hai rishta tera mera.
I smiled at my own thoughts. I jerked off and realised he was still there. I quickly took off my ghungroo and ran away. I could sense him smiling back. We didn't talked anything. Perhaps, our eyes had conveyed everything to each other. Thats a bond of understanding.

Batuk's P.O.V:

"Boudi jaldi aao!! Deri horahi hai!!"

"Ha bas do minute batuk. Abhi aayi!!" She yelled

Uggh this girl!! Always ends up shouting do minute. Why dont she completes all her work in time? Huhh!! It has been a part of my daily schedule actually. My schedule goes like - wake up , yell to come fast and sleep. And the cycle continues. Ek baar suraj ugna bhool jaaye lekin meri boudi jaldi taiyyar nahi ho paaye!! For reaching on time, we have to run. Run across the rough and kacchi streets of Tulsipur, through the markets  and across the ghats. Result? We both end up sweating and panting, the guard of our school passing nonsense taunts to us. Only thinking about the scene makes me tired. I am not even a good runner!! I didn't even have the 24×7 energy which she possess.

"Boudi jaldi!!!" I shouted irritably.

"Hhhh...aa gayi..." She came with a bag on her shoulders and two tiffins in her hands.

"Arrey ye..accha hua leke aayi aap.aom toh bhul hi gaya tha. Kya banaya hai aaj?"

She glared at me and held my wrist.