Humara Aashiyana

Chapter 1

Authors pov

"Tip tip tip tip tip.......... the rythmic dance of raindrops against the window pane echoes the whole room. It was a simple yet elegant medium sized office space of subtle colors, placed a table in the centre having a rectangular shaped name plate adorned with a tint of golden shade written "Chief executive officer Aryan Dutta". There wasn't much : a phone, Pc setup, a legal - sized lined beige pad, a translucent Bic pen with a place black top, pen holder filled with markers & pens, few files with official documents & a square shaped photo frame with a picture of a beautiful lady in her 70's. She had worn a yellow colored suit complementing her wheatish skin tone and a soft smile adorning her face reflecting a soft aura.

The other side of the office was spaced with a set of classy black sofa set which was currently occupied by a young man of around 29 years old. His few shirt buttons were undone, sleeves uncuffed, hairs messy, lips trembling, teary eyes, body shivering with slow breathe intake trying to open the bottle of anxiety pills again after multiple failed attempts but fortunately this time he opened it successfully. Without wasting a single second he gulped the medicine instantly with a sip of water and curled himself against the sofa. After around half an hour he felt better....... & he was none another than Aryan Dutta himself.

It was around 9 o'clock at night so the employees were long gone to their home. The building was empty and the occasional faraway drone and the jolt of the elevator only added energy to the silence. Feeling better Aryan straighten his posture & made his looks a little presentable, picking up his blazer from the chair with Mobile phone, iPad, & few important documents exited his office passing by the empty cubicles of the employees, switching off the lights of the floor properly moved toward the elevator. Nothing fancy about the building. It was simply a solid construction 5 storey space, a bit like the man it served ; knowned by the name "Dutta construction". It was a small start up company started few years back by Aryan just after completing his master's from IIT Delhi. It was the fruitful result of his contanuos efforts & hardwork that today in market it was doing quite well employing around 100 people.
It was raining heavily still the town seemed to pulse with life and excitement building. Afterall Delhi hai janab Bharat ki rajdhani : Delhi hai dilwalo ki aur dil khamoshi se rah hi nahi sakta jabtak saansein ho, halchal laazmi hai. Aryan drove his car toward his apartment which was hardly at a 15 min distance. Reaching the apartment he opened the door & got welcomed by dark and quiet house. It was a decent cozy 2bhk apartment but lacked the warmness of life. Aryan was very tired today so having no energy to cook, he entered the kitchen & boiled the instant noodles. After having it he moved toward his room & tried to sleep. Being insomniac it was quite difficult for him to have a proper sleep, leaving no choice but to depend on sleeping pills many days.

While on the other side of Delhi, a girl of around 25 years "Barkha Srivastava" was painting the new abstract placing it near the window. The weather was absolutely blissful, the raindrops falling on the ground, pitter - patter on the rooftop, delicious petrichor scent produced due to wet soil & wind slowly blowing the curtains. In Barkha's words "behad khubsurat shaam". She was humming the pyaari lyrics of Sawaar loon in her soulful voice while painting the beautiful abstract.

Her humming was disturbed by the sudden entry of her mother in her room. 

Barkha replied that she is coming in 5 minutes. She wanted to tell her mother to knock on the door before coming in the room but knowing that Indian middle class household & door knocking system doesn't work simultaneously so she dropped the thought. Deciding to complete the work within this week, she carefully kept it in one corner where all her recent works being kept. Her house has 3 rooms, a kitchen, one midium sized hall with sofa on one side and other side joining the small varendah toward kichen & there kept a dining table with 6 chairs. It was not so fancy but a pretty decent place to live.  Barkha always wanted to decorate the house with her works but her father didn't approved saying that there will be no hammering of nails in the wall so she decided that she will decorate her own house one day when she will get married.

She doesn't have that close bond with her parents. Ofcourse she loved them as a daughter but lack of communication  drifted her quite far away from them. Her mother Savitri Shrivastava, a lady of 48 yrs old with a good height of 5' 6", long hairs below hip, good features, beautiful skin tone was quite a beauty to behold.She was a teacher, currently retired. Her father Shiv prasad Shrivastava was 50 year old man, used to work in corporate office. They both were pretty strict & follow their conservative principles very diligently. Barkha being the only child, they always wanted her to excel something very big & persue her career in a perfect manner with no disruptions that's why they sent her to a boarding school when she was in her 5th class only. She never liked studying too much, always had interest in art but her parents were totally against it. They literally gave her warning to not to even think of that but Barkha being Barkha, taking risk is her habit from childhood. She was pretty constant on not compromising her passion & dreams be it for any person even her parents also. She always believed we got only one life & we should not give it's command and authority to other people. Love and respect has it's own place & dreams has it's own. She tried to make her parents understand her views but unfortunately it made her even more distant with them. They felt that we have given too much freedom to her that's why she got spoilt & to say it didn't hurt Barkha would be totally wrong. She is very sensitive & fragile from inside but always had this shell of happiness and strength from outside following her basic principles of life that "kisi ko ghanta farak nahi padta tumse ya tumhare dukh se, isiliye bindass khaneka, soneka aur rehneka kyuki zindagi me thodi pagalpanti bhi zaroori hai". 

Reaching the hall, she saw her parents sitting with her bua Dropati Shrivastava,the most lovely lady on planet earth (please note the sarcasm )

"Lo aagayi maharani" echoed the honey dripping voice of Dropati Shrivastava.

Barkha controlled the urge of saying "haa sevika bolo fir se tum aa gayi" loudly ,but stopped knowing her parents anger. She silently sat on the dining table with her food and started eating it. Kofta was one of her favourite dish so her mood got changed from gloomy to happy within seconds kyuki sirf aadmiyon ka nahi, aurton ke bhi dil ka rasta pet se hoke gujarta hai. Her father suddenly announced that she was getting married to one of his friends relatives son & literally warned her to not even think of doing something irresponsible this time because he had enough of her already. Saying this he left from there. Barkha was not shocked much because her marriage was one of most hot topic being discussed in her family nowadays so she continued her dinner. Her bua again spoke that see this girl isn't showing any emotions at all jab maine apni shaadi ka suna tha to main puri raat roti thi & blah blah blah........................... Avoiding this irritating voice, she completed her dinner and retired to her room.

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Jai shree Ram( it's a very proud day as well as emotional for every Hindu's all over the world, today on 22 Jan 2024 our Shri Ram, Mata Sita, bhagwan lakshman is returning their home Ayodhya after completing 500 years of Vanvaas. 37 people died protecting the honour of Ram Mandir, It's literally surreal and blissful moment for every Ram bhakt. Tears in eyes, joy in voice & internal happiness is something which is very normal to feel today & so am I ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️).