❝ वो बारिश का पहला दिन याद है? ❞
Geeli mitti ki khushboo, that urge to go out and play just to feel the drops wetting your skin.
The first monsoon showers bring along with them thirst quenching rain for the earth, and a bundle of memories for us. Th...
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~ Kahani Aajkal ~
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The raindrops fell on the window, making a gentle pitter-patter sound that echoed through the stillness of the early morning. The world outside was cloaked in a soft, grey mist, the kind that blurs the edges of everything that it touches. The rain, steady and unhurried, cascaded from the sky in a rhythmic dance, each drop tapping gently against the leaves, creating a delicate symphony that whispered through the air.
Pushing the blanket off her body, Tara sat up straight on her bed. She looked out the window and a deep sigh escaped her lips. Tara had never been fond of the rain. While others found solace in the monsoon's arrival, relishing the coolness it brought after Delhi's sweltering heat, Tara only saw the inconvenience-the muddy streets, the clogged drains, and the unending gloom that seemed to hang in the air. The rain, to her, was a reminder of everything uncertain, everything that could go wrong.
Shaking her head, she got off her bed and freshened up, before walking out of her room. As she entered the living room, her eyes fell on the scene unfolding in the balcony. From the window, Tara caught sight of her sister, hurrying out to the balcony. She watched in curiosity as Heer bent down to adjust the flower pots that were neatly arranged along the balcony railing. The terracotta pots, with their earthy tones and intricate designs, stood in stark contrast to the grey of the morning. Each pot cradled a different kind of plant-vibrant marigolds, delicate ferns, and the bold hues of bougainvillea-gifts from Heer's friend Aarushi Roy Sharma.
Aarushi, with her bubbly personality and infectious laughter, had been a constant presence in Heer's life since college. Tara recalled how she initially disliked all of Heer's friends because whenever her sister called, she would often talk about them, making Tara feel as though her didi loved her less. But after meeting Aarushi and Inaya, it was as if she had found two new sisters. It wasn't long before Tara realized that their friendship was built not just on shared memories but on a deep understanding of each other's quirks and passions. Aarushi, with her pottery business, had found a way to blend her art with Heer's love for nature, gifting her sister these flower pots that now graced their balcony.
Tara sighed softly, sitting down on the sofa, with her legs rolled up. She had friends, of course, but her relationships always seemed to lack the depth that Heer's did. There was a warmth, a closeness in Heer's friendships that Tara yearned for-a bond that went beyond the surface, one that was nurtured with care and affection, much like the plants Heer was now tending to. Tara wondered what it would be like to have that kind of connection with someone, to share inside jokes, to have someone who just understood without the need for words.
As if on cue, she saw Darshan enter the room carrying two steaming cups of chai.
"I was about to wake you up only." Darshan exclaimed, settling himself next to her. "Mujhse chai thodi zyada ban gayi. Le tu pi le." He handed her one of the cups.
