Love is such a delicate thing. We never realize how priceless it is until one day we wake up and realize we have no love left in our big world.
For love is like the wind, you can't see it but feel it.
As the school bell reverberates all over the school premises, a bunch of tiny students appears in the passageway of the school. Surrounded by the crowd, a little girl come into sight along with a pleasant tinkle, the moment her anklet's small silver bells were strung together. She flashes her toothy smile on noticing one known face at the one end of the passage alley. Dressed up in school uniform of one loose white shirt, blue tunic, a warm blazer with two hair plaits beautified with cartoon design hair clips. Carrying a small water bottle around her neck and a pink school bag on her back. The same girl fastens up her pace to get herself squeezed between a pair of arms. Excitedly, she squeals "Mumma".
The latter one also embraces her firmly who was waiting for the last 3 hours outdoors at the school building. "Mumma nahi, Papa. Jab dekho mujhe Mumma bulati rehti ho tum. Main kya tumhe Mumma jaisa lagta hoon." Sameer expressed while caressing her daughter. In response, she nods her head in confirmation and then chuckles. Taking off the bag and bottle from her, he clutched her tiny hand in his big one.
"Acha batayo School ka first day kaisa gaya?" While walking up the hill lane, he asked.
"Pata hai Papa, Teacher ne mujhe Toffee di thi. Maine ache se in...Instruction diya tha na."
"Instruction nahi baba Introduction." He explained and pinched her nose.
"Haan haan wohi wohi. Maine bola...My name is Inayat...Inayat Maheshwari. Phir Teacher ne mujhse mere name ka meaning pucha. Toh maine bataya ki Inayat ka matlab hota hai Blessing of God. Papa, main kya sacchi mein Bhagwan Ji ki blessing hu?"
"Haan...aap God ka bheja hua sabse pyaara gift ho. Aap ho, isiliye Papa hai. Acha batao, aage kya bola."
"Phir maine kaha...I am 5 years old. My favorite color is Pink. My favorite food is Aloo Parantha. My favorite person is my Papa."
Intervening her in middle, "Ek minute...Yeh itni tareef kyu ho rahi hai meri aaj. Kya chahiye?"
"Offo Papa...aapko pata toh hai I Love Ice Cream so much. Aur yeh bhi pata hai na konse wali."
A few minutes later, she made a sound of slurp-slurp while enjoying her favorite Ice Cream.
"Papa, goddi." She looks at him, pleadingly.
In the next second, he picks her up in his arms, rubs her mouth with his handkerchief, and cleans the remains of her favorite Ice cream.
"Papa, hum itni upar pahadi par kyu rehte hai? Main thak jati hoon roz itna upar chadke."
"Kyuki yeh jagah aapki Mumma ko bahut pasand hua karti thi. Aur phir meri bhi yeh favorite ban gayi."
"Papa Papa...aap bhi apna in...instruction, arey nahi kya tha...haan introduction do na. Aap mere Student, main aapki Teacher. Chalo do jaldi ab."
"Yes Mam. My name is Sameer Maheshwari. I am 37 years old. My favorite color is also Pink. My favorite food is Gobhi ke Paranthe. And, my favorite persons are Inayat and..."
"And?" She raises her brows and questioned.
"Inayat and...Inayat's Mumma," came the succinct reply from him.
"Aap mujhko zyada pyaar karte ho ya unko."
After silence for a few seconds, he said "Aapko...kyuki..."
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𝙉𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝘽𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚
FanficSome serendipitous encounters in life gives all the meaning to the life, or perhaps it gives the whole life. But once that momnet is gone, it's gone. Though for someone, love becomes the synonym for their breathing. That is why love should never be...
