❝ 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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Tara leaned back on the mudda chair, kept in the balcony. Her slender frame silhouetted against the dusky sky of Delhi. Dilwalon ki Dilli. The place which once had been a metropolitan city for her, now seemed to be her second home, after Nainital.
It was funny how people craved to visit mountains to find solace, while she found her peace amidst the hustle and bustle of the city. The constant hum of traffic, the clatter of footsteps on the pavement, and the distant murmur of conversations provided a symphony that calmed her restless mind. In the midst of the crowd, she never felt lost; instead, she always discovered a new version of herself.
Yet, today she felt adrift. Tara, who just like her name would always twinkle the brightest amongst the numerous stars on the earth; today felt her inner light dimming. The city's comforting chaos failing to quell the unease within her.
Craning her neck upwards, she gazed into the sky, searching for a glimmer of hope among the shroud of clouds that obscured the stars. The evening was unusually dark, with the moon hidden and the usual celestial brilliance smothered by the heavy, moisture-laden air. And all she found was a bleak expanse, mirroring the turmoil within her.
Tara's mind was a whirlpool of thoughts and emotions. The past few weeks had been a relentless barrage of disappointments and setbacks, each one chipping away at her once boundless optimism. She had always been the beacon of light for those around her.
"You are the person who can find a silver lining in even the most thunderous of clouds, Tara." She smiled remembering the words of her elder sister, Heer.
She exhaled deeply, her breath merging with the thick, humid air of the summer night. "Just one star," she murmured to herself.
"Just one ray of hope, please. "
But the heavens remained silent, the clouds stretching endlessly, mocking her with their gray, impenetrable facade.
"Bhaad mein jao!" She shouted back to the clouds for not listening to her.
Toring her gaze away from the sky, she directed it towards the open laptop in front of her. The screen displayed a word doc- her resignation letter. She had poured her soul into those words, finally mustering the courage to break free from the suffocating routine of her job. Yet, finalizing the letter seemed to intensify the night's oppressive atmosphere, as if the heavens disapproved of her audacity.
As if on cue, the sound of footsteps echoed from the room, pulling Tara out of her reverie. Darshan, her brother-in-law, peeped through the door, his voice tinged with warmth and concern. " Tim-tim, khaana ready hai! Are you coming down? "
Tara hesitated, torn between the urge to confide in Darshan and the weight of her own silence. Summoning a weak smile, she shook her head and called back, "I'll be there in a minute, Dj. Just need to finish something."
