CHAPTER 7 : PART- 1

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Kya har subah sabke liye ek nayi kiran laati hai,

Ya yunhi kisi subah kisiki zindagi badal jaati hai.

Kya khamoshi sirf labon ke chup rahne mein hai,

Ya fir sab kuch kah kar bhi kuch na kahne mein hai.

Kya sab kuch bhulakar, dard ko chod kar har us unsuni muraad ke pura hone ki fir se umeed ki ungliyan pakad chalna acha hai.

Ya kai dafa apne khud ke bune bharam jaal se nikal kar bina umeed satya apnakar hi chalna rasta sachha hai.

Har us aas ko chodkar jo tum tak jaati thi, main fir ek aas bujhana chahti hu.

Main jo umeed banane ki aas rakhti thi aaj bas tere jivan mein usi ek nayi umeed ki lau jalana chahti hu.

Bas kuch shan,kuch lamho ka aalam hai, fir ek nayi kiran tere mein laana chahti hu.

Maana cheena bohot hai, gar ho sake toh muafi de mujhe,

 Ha har baar bas maanga hi toh hai, isbaar fir kuch maangkar tere jivan se jaana chahti hu.

---BY AAS............

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It's been three days from that Shart day, and tonight is the last night for the wait. Wait for the answers, for his questions. This night is somewhat reliving as he hadn't slept from last three nights, he wasn't able to wait he felt every minute to go to her and ask her,' Wha t does she meant by those words?' But she wasn't present after that day in front of him for more time. She always went to court early and alone without him and came late then afterwards she remained inside her room only. But as she said he will wait for her to answer he will not make pressure on her. Oh, Anirudh it's just last night of wait and tomorrow the new morning will come with new hope as always. With this phrase Anirudh went to his dreamland which unknowingly was consisted of Bondita, and it wasn't soon he was fast asleep after three nights.

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ANIRUDH'S POV

Sunlight was coming through the barriers of huge trees towards the new inaugurated Shanti udyaan of Tulsipur, and I was sitting on the bench while Bondita was standing few feets away from me near that Gulmohar tree, she was surrounded with the new fallen gulmohar flower petals on the ground which happens as usual every morning but when Bondita was standing near it, it felt as if she made that sight eternal without doing anything just her presence makes every sight worth watching. I immediately said Bondita today you have to answer, you have promised me. She just hummed in return without turning towards me and stood there facing her back towards me. But today I was determined that now I would get my answers from her and I moved towards her, she had draped her peach coloured saree like daily in English style with a black full sleeved blouse, her hairs were tied but it was a different style loose braid placed on her one shoulder but her face wasn't visible to me so, I started to move towards her and again said her name. As she was near me a very pleasant fragrance surrounded me when she spoke suddenly 'PATIBABU' and my eyes opened indicating me it was a dream, and I was still sleeping inside my study. But the fragrance which I smelled was still lingering in the air. Confused I roamed my eyes in the whole study while rubbing them sometimes with my one hand and a figure standing near the window caught my eyes. Draped in the royal pink Banarasi saree in Bengali style with a puffed sleeved elbow lengthen blouse she was opening the curtains while humming a tune to herself. I was just observing when she turned towards me and I.. I was just mesmerized by just one glance of her face, adorned with those traditional jewelries, hair dripping with some droplets showing she had washed her hair early in the morning. She had her hair pated from middle and that parting was adorned with a thick layer of Sindoor    of my name. With her one aalta cladded hand she kept her some tresses of hair behind her ear and with other hand she kept holding the Loban mud tray, I was thinking that I'm still in my dreamland when she spoke breaking my trance.

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