✨tum Ko....Paa Hi Liya!✨

chapter 11

Sometimes you wonder what life is all about! ,and the next moment something organic strickes you in a most unexpected way. Things you desires to happen in a most beautiful way ,are the things you may not get!... But that doesn't mean one should put a leash on his or her desire and inclination. Keep dreaming, keep wanting, keep waiting for the best to happen. Let urself feel free, liberate your energy n soul to the beauty the world holds. And manifest the aftermaths of ur concrete life, which is basically a movie. A movie which is directed by the one sitting up there, the omniscient, omnipresent, omnipotent.
The stage is set, let the show begin.
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Sidharth dropped her to the bakery n went to his studio office. This would be the first time in these years, when he decided to work on his mothers death anniversary. The commotion is quite high inside his mind but today he felt slightly different. Better from all the previous year memories of this day. Reaching his office, oblivious to the person present there, who was looking at him in complete disbelief n shock.

"what!! Bhoot dekh liya kya " he scoffed looking at vikrant, who was now looking like an idiot. Glaring at him for no reason! Aah! According to him.

"bullshit to bhoot, what l am seeing is something close to magic! tu aaj yaha kya krrra hai? Theek to hai na tu! " he retorted back mocking at him.

" kaam kr apna, theek hai." he replied rummaging through his drawer looking for something exquisite.

"bhai, im just asking. You don't indulge urself into work on this day. Tu toh dant raha hai !" Vikrant was probably flabbergasted with the fact that sidharth, who doesn't even prefer to meet anybody on this day, is here infront him,all set to work n looked absolutely normal. Sana has a quite different n enigmatic effect on him. He felt that because sana did what nobody could do at all. What is this in that girl?  What did he saw in that girl. He thought.

"dant raha hoon? Huh! Tu naya aaya hai kya!" siddharth remarked scrambbling around in, with the things in the drawer annexed to the table,

"yaar vikrant! Dare u mess around with my things. Drawer se kya nikala tune ? I couldn't find a single thing!" he prattled closing it with a thud.

" ek baat bata. Ye tujhe jo hua hai , shalini ke life se jaane ke ghum mein hua hai ya sana ke teri zindagi mein aane ki khushi mein?" he sniggered supressing his laughter, making a poker face infront of him.

" sale muh tod dunga tera!  Jyada firki lene koshish ki toh " he mumbled, hitting his forearm with the rolled out file in his hand.

" ouch!  Tu violent kyu hora hai bhai. Ek sawal hi toh pucha hai. " he muttered rupping his arm, pretending to be hurt.

"By the way, where have you met her for the first time? I want to know yaar. when and where did you see her for the first time?" he asked, in anticipation n curiosity. Stagnating sidharth's action, from whatever stuff he was indulged in.

Taking a deep breath, Siddharth goes back to those days. He remembers the day when he  met Sana for the first time,when he saw Sana for the first time. Fully remembering what happened that day, even today everything replayed in his mind like a reel, more like a movie.
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That was about three and a half years ago. Siddharth wanted to make a film. A documentary to be precise. On a world which is demeaned by the Society itself. whose existence is considered as a taboo among the so called reputed and sober society. On which, people do not want to talk about.Such a world, yes! the world of misproportion and misuse . The world of prostitution. Though society talk about it, indeed in a gabble manner. Out of malefesanse n obnoxiousness. They do it purposely to dig out the entertainment quotient from it , some people do it for the sake of manifesting the intellect n social awareness in them. But ,if the same lot of people were asked to adopt this thing, then every decent person in the world who calls himself/herself the same atleast, would swiftly back out. . In those infamous streets of Kolkata, where any decent person want to be behind a mask of decency or whether that person is really honest. No one wants to go into those streets, but Siddharth had a purpose. He wanted to see, Wanted to test that thing. wanted to know. wanted to make a film. Thinking that one day his mother who used to feel very sensitive on all these issues and adversities coming upon women who are either poverty stricken or just happened to land there forcefully by the pimps and owner. She used to felt a lot of consolation for the sufferings of women out there. He wanted to get closer to his mother in a way. Thats why did he reach the infamous streets of Kolkata that day where he met this woman!