Ehsaas-e-Abhiya

Os: U & Me

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"Ke ye ab fitrat si hi hai sirf tujhe baat baar
Dekhne Ki,
Ke Tu bhi mujhay mud k ek baar dekh le ye
Toh hasrat hi reh gayi!
Kya itna bhi kabil mai na tha ke kabhi theherti nazar teri mujh pr,
Ke ek dafa hi sahi baat krna tujhse
Niyat hi reh gayi!"

Abhishek Singh Rathore

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Abhishek POV:

I laugh so hard that tears stream down my cheeks, blurring my vision and making everything feel surreal. The tight knot in my neck intensifies with each burst of laughter as if there's an invisible force squeezing the muscles there. It's a familiar ache, reminiscent of the way a knife jabs into my heart again and again, leaving me gasping for air but unable to draw in a full breath. Why does it hurt so much?

The answer, like the tears that have long since dried on my face, eludes me. My will to breathe feels fragile, nearly extinguished, as though my heart, which I once thought was full of life, has become a hollow shell. It beats mechanically, a cruel reminder of what once was, yet I can't fathom why it continues to do so. Is it the remnants of feelings I still hold for her that keep it going, or is it the weight of the promise we made to one another when we were just innocent kids, so full of hope and dreams? The thought confuses me, pulling me deeper into a well of bittersweet memories that clash with my current reality.

Why was it so hard to love someone? Why? Why? Why?

She was a remarkable girl, gifted with a sharp intellect and a kind, compassionate heart-a perfect embodiment of the phrase "beauty with brains." I met her through my dad's best friend, who had just relocated to Gurgaon when I was only six years old. The memory of that day remains etched in my mind as vividly as if it were yesterday.

As I walked into the modest gathering, I spotted her standing shyly behind her parents, seeking refuge in their warm presence. Dressed in a charming red frock that elegantly reached her knees, she appeared both adorable and demure. Her outfit was complemented by crisp white socks and delicate ballerina shoes, which seemed to dance with her every move. A cute headband adorned her hair, holding back playful strands that framed her angelic face. I couldn't help but notice how she fiddled with her fingers, a nervous habit that only highlighted her innocence.

At that moment, she exuded a sweetness that made my heart swell with a protective instinct; I felt an overwhelming urge to shield her from the harshness of the world around us-anyone who might dare to hurt her. There was something so pure in her demeanor that I wanted to embrace her and promise her that everything would always be okay.

🎵🎶Main tooteya taara, na ambar sahaara
Alag so mein te, main tere aitbaara🎵🎶

Author POV:

As the adults gathered in the living room reminiscing about their fond memories, Abhishek found himself unable to concentrate on their laughter and stories. His gaze kept drifting to the little girl who clung shyly to her father's leg, seemingly lost in her world. She was new to him, and while his parents spoke animatedly, Abhishek found himself eager to connect with her, but his attempts to draw her attention were unsuccessful. He waved, made funny faces, and even tried to tell a few silly jokes, but her focus remained fixed on her father, a look of uncertainty on her face.