Part-11
EHSAAS TOH!
BY-ZOYA ♥
She was silently consuming her sobs in her hick ups, clutching his shirt tightly. He simply adored her hair with light touches of his lips, "I think they are gone" he spoke a moment later, she pulled back rubbing her wet eyes like an irresponsible kid, "it's the time"he remarked gazing at the needles of his watch, "what time?"she asked, "remember I asked for your 24 hours, & you feared trusting me, 15, 14, 13, .......do you want to be with me, 10, like this.... it's coming to an end.... 6, 5, 4, 3....." he was at the end of the count down, when she shouted, pinching her throat,
"I swear,
I swear,
I swear! I trust! I trust!
Don't ever think to leave me" she fixed the statement, by entwining her fingers with his'. He smiled a bright, "chale", "yes yes chalo" she was excited, on the way, he took complete care not to let go off her fingers, instead he guessed her emotions, as the heavy traffic followed by, she pierced them deeper in his fingers & with that he passed her a confirming glance, "I m here", & infused a light press, crossing the heavy traffic, her fingers told a lot of her, she lossened her hold when her eyes fell on the puppies playing in the garden & eyes smiled, & he admired,
"Clutch, hahaha,
It is so delicate of you
To hold onto me, when the world horrifies you,
So, amusing of you,
To signal with your warm fingers,
What warmth is,
When the puppies play heedlessly,
I admire it, when I want to tell you the reasons,
Y It's not just a press, it's you,
& your antics,
Which makes me feel,
How fears are shared just
In the twist of hands,
How my crave is greater than yours,
To be entwined into
A forever; CLUTCH!"
They were strolling when a scene caught her eyes & her she pierced her nails thoughtlessly on the top layer of his fingers & instead screaming at his aches, he better turned to her eyes, first! They were an exploration to him, he knew,
"It's not wet completely, it's just an injured smile, smiling in tears" he observed in her orbs
& saw a father holding his baby girl in arms, feeding her ice-cream. She let the tear smile in her eye, with a sharp pierce of ache smudging on his skin. He let her do it, as the girl smiled, "Papa more" her dad stuffed a spoonful in the little mouth, "yum" she giggled,
"Pappi, ............... yum" she whispered.............making efforts to send her voice to his father
"Why your think of your belongings, belonging to bruises,
How effortlessly you smile
At your tears,
Keeping in making,
Making sure,
Bruises should be scratched,
Yes, scratched
because, it makes you feel,
A little more,
............................a little little more!"
"Smarty" he gained her attention, "I want to eat something, shall we leave?" He asked, "yes" she, was unaware of the cuts her sharp nails decorated his forefingers with,
& took a table in a restraunt. He called the waiter, "kya khana tumhe?" He asked, "kuch bhi" she was in some other world & he signalled waiter from the menu card.
After a minute or two, her eyes were painted in awe, the table was decorate with ice-cream cups, around twenty. "Yummm!" She whispered gulping the sound in mouth,
"I don't like ice-cream, chocalates & chips from my childhood" her memories over-powered her senses.
But he didn't pay heed to her words & a second later he shouted,
"Blood, blood, it's oozing a lot" & her orbs widened, "kaha?" She asked & he showed her his knuckles which she screetched a moments ago. The scratched made her doubt her nails for the crime, unfortunately, the nails found the culprit, as still blood hints were there on them,
"M shorry (sorry), " she sobbed like a baby,
"Phunk maro ab (blow your breathes on this) " he twisted his lips,
& she began with her task, "phoooooo" she whispered alongside making d moment "worth-remembering" for him,
"Phoo! Phoo!" He giggled,
"Haan... phoooooo, tabhi pain jayega" she kept on blowing,
She widened her mouth to blow more,
When he stuffed her mouth with
" chocolate oreo, vanilla dipped in choco-chips", her mouth overfilled, she decided to spit, making a rebellious face...
"Can I be you Pappi, for this second" he entwined d fingers yet again, she closed her eyes & relished, tasted & savored the ice-cream, making use of her every sense, she wanted to steal away the moment from the time,
"SMARTY! ISH-CIM (ice-creams), CHIPSH (chips), CHOCATES (chocolates), love you a lot, please don't hesitate, and my baggage friends love these a lot, now you are in company, so u have to follow the rules" he grinned
"Emmmmmm.....yummmmmmm....weeeeeeemmmmmm" she made wierd sounds, nibbling the oreo chunk,
While he enjoyed every second she was gifting him...
"Aur! Aur! Aur!" She pointed to other flavours,
He took up the spoon,
"Ye! " he pointed, "noi-noi,......aaaa ... wo wala... noi-noi.... pink, aww, green, ....pistachio, noi-noi..... butterscotch....." her intruiging eyes & lips were unstoppable & he blocked her mouth with his palm,
"Pink! Green! Yellow! Brown! White! Symmetry decided! He ordered,
She blinked her hungry lashes adoring d sweet temptations
He fed her in symmetry,
She overfilled her mouth, forgetting the table manners, chocalate syrup dipped from the corner of her lips, but she slurped carelessly.. a moment later, he with his cheeks resting on his palms was adoring the girl who pulled d spoon off his fingers & was feeding herself like a hungry dinasour, "Cherry cherry!" She laughed,
& she shyed seeing him that way, "shorry, m so mannerles, ye lo tum bhi, jhoitha kha loge?" She asked spreading ice-cream on her cheeks with her fingers
& he relished the first food she fed him,
"You taste tasty!" He winked,
& she blushed reddest,
I am so really flabbergasted,
The way,
You relished every drop of
Ish-Cim (ice-cream)
Being heedless, that someone is noticing your over-hungry lips,
Or the way you decorated your face with the cream & syrup,
Like a kitten,
Instead using those hundred dollar lip-glosses,
Your eyes told me,
How the natural make-up
Is the most beautiful,
I wonder,
How do you manage,
To quench of thrist of "your scars"
With this Ish-cim (ice-cream)"
Zoya gyan- the old bruises, stay in the form of scars & we try n find ways to scratch them deeper, because we know they were the reason to rare smiles & today they will be the same reason to rare injuries. It's so beautiful of love, to heal them with an ice- cream, flavoured with sprinklers of love.
