The Living Corpses
Part I
Their tumult.
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"Vah vah Mitali Bhabhi! Mujhe pata nahi tha ki aap itni acchi shayari kar leti hain!", Abhishek Prem Mehra clapped along with the other Mehras, a Khanna, and a Kohli, both of whom had hung their heads in gloom, watching the show nonchalantly.
Aryan Khanna nudged an almost dead Ranbir Kohli in the ribs, to bring him out of his trance. Both of them clapped indifferently at the woman's performance, plastering fake smiles on their faces.
"Hey Ranbir!", Abhishek called out. Ranbir immediately looked up and tried to manage a straight face and a forged smile on his face. "Y-ye-yes chief?", he stammered.
"Are teri baari hain. Utha na paper!", he urged him, taking out a completely different and useless conclusion for the boy's loss of attention.
(No Tanu)
The wedding of Ranbir and the spoilt twin had been announced. Ranbir and Prachi, both were heartbroken.
The darkness spread across the sky, but the pale appearance of the full moon ensured brightness everywhere. The ethereal glow of the moon was a beauty that was rare and irradiating. The blanket of the twinkling stars stitched across the charcoal sky, stretched to infinity. The stars in the sky were like lights singing in infinite patterns. A kind of scenery that renders a touch of serenity into the walls of a soul, beautifying the empty soul and filling them with enchantment. A gust of wind passed by, and the trees grunted, their voices echoing in the dark. The coolness of the wind and the music of the nature had ignited some sort of magic that made the aura complete.
(Thanks Ahana. 😅😘)
"Er...Haan.", Ranbir agreed half-heartedly.
He fished out a slip of paper out of the glass bowl, kept on the round table in front of them. Opening it gently, he announced, "Meri phrase hain ... kya ho gaya hain tujhe."
"Ooooo!"
"Ye to easy hain yaar!"
"Isko kitna easy mila hume kitna mushkil mila tha!"
The animals of that zoo began hollering.
"Accha thik hain ab dekh to lete hain ki ye kehta kya hain.", Pragya suggested.
After a lot of murmurs and complaints, the animals finally stopped blabbering.
Ranbir exhaled exuberantly and closed his eyes. The moment his eyelids covered his eyes, his mind began flashing various memories of that sole girl, whom he had loved unconditionally, more than himself, HIS Prachi, HIS Chikchiki, HIS Lecturi. There was no measure of his love for her! Yet there she was, hurting him so much, that he had become a living corpse.
He began ...
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Kya ho gaya hain tujhe ... ?
Kya ho gaya hain tujhe, Kyun hui hain tu itni khafa humse?
Dil ye sochke tadapta hain mera,
Kya bhool ho gayi hain mujhse?
Kya kam pad gaya tha mera pyaar,
Jo tu aise roothi hain mujhse yaar ...
Laga tha kabhi mujhe, ki meri doori se tu khush hain,
Par na jaan paayi tu ye kabhi ki tujhse doori meri maut hain ...
