Rishbala OS Bewajah

I had written it on another itv couple few years back but now posting it on rishbala because I thought it will suit them. Hope everyone will like it. I have used a song 'bewajah' here. If anyone has not listened to it then please do give it a try. Its such a beautiful song.

Rishbala OS  Bewajah

As Rishabh Kundra looked at his wrist watch he noticed he has arrived in time at airport to catch his flight. He was always punctual, hard worker and disciplined guy and highly ambitious. He came from a middle class family but his dreams were big, bigger than his relationships whether with his parents or friends or ....her. And he didn't stop for more than few seconds to grieve on their loss because he hated to waste time, the time that could be used in making more money to fulfill his ever growing greed for power and position.

But now that today he has reached to that position, it all seemed waste to him. The ever alluring power has no charm left, the greed has been diminishing and lost the luster, the money is not the reason for his happiness anymore. In his race to the zenith, he has forgotten the fact that there is loneliness at the top and now it was catching up to him. The one person he regrets most leaving behind in his blind race was her....Madhubala...his Madhu, his wife. But he knew, its been a very long time now. He has left her far behind and probably never going to find her again.

Hijr-i yaaraan na sata be-wajah

Hijr-i yaaraan na sata be-wajah

Ban gaya tu kyoon wajah be-wajah

Ban gaya tu kyoon wajah be-wajah

He may have this fact inked in his mind but what would he do with his heart? His heart was constantly reminding him of her absence. He was somewhat used to this void feeling now and learnt to live with it but don't know why his heart was not showing even a little mercy on him since few days. It was like he was remembering her at every beat of his heart. His heart was restless, edgy for no reason and he had to repeatedly rein his wandering thoughts about the time spent with her. He knew there is no respite. He didn't know where she is now, what she is doing, whether she has moved on in life or not....definitely she must have moved on, its been more than 5 years after all.

Dil se kah waqt ruk ja paagal

Dil se kah waqt ruk ja paagal

Chal paṛa karne ye wafa be-wajah

Rishabh was lost in his thoughts when there was an announcement made about his flight getting delayed for three hours due to bad weather.

"F**k! Why? I hate waiting to board flights." He cursed and then walked to the VIP lounge. As he entered there, cool ac air touched his face giving relief from humid climate and he calmed down.

Main use bhool chuka, bhool chuka

Main use bhool chuka, bhool chuka

Main use bhool chuka, bhool chuka

Baat ay dil na badha be-wajah

Baat ay dil na badha be-wajah

Hijr-i yaaraan na sata be-wajah

He took a seat and took a magazine for time pass. After some time an attendant came to him to ask if he wants to have something. At first he was about to say no but then another memory of her struck him out of no where and he traveled back to the time when he had just started earning enough money to afford business class travel and access to these kind of VIP lounges at airport. It was supposed to be their honeymoon trip to Kashmir. He wanted to take her to some foreign country but she had this dream to go to Kashmir with him. She had for the first time entered at the airport with him. She was awestruck with the facilities, cleanliness, large area and parked planes. There was a child like excitement on her face and her cheeks had the hue even darker than the color of her chuda. She was appalled at the over priced items at airport and denied to order anything in spite of being hungry. He had first laughed at her then assured that they can afford it only then she has placed an small order of hot coffee.