"Did you check with Mittal?" Mayank asked as she walked into his office discussing a lead for an ongoing case of hers.
"Hmm, let me see if he agrees!" She spoke, looking at the man.
"Talk to him, let me know, I will send Ankur for the meet up. Tu ghar ja!" He added looking up from the phone.
Shehnaaz had just been back from the court hearing. Still dressed in the courtroom apparel, only the black wrap missing. "That's not an issue, I can go. Abhi time hai!"
"Ghar ja. Prepare whatever you can from home, you will have many working days!" He spoke, once looking at her. She had changed. Shehnaaz from the day he first had changed into another kind of woman. She was more calmer, mature, less rigid and more accommodating. That Shehnaaz he had met, long back was fierce, and almost brutal. He had even considered her crude cold blood. That woman lacked ability to be loving, considerate and accommodating. But this one, Oh! She was a gentle soul, more tamed to reality of other people.
"Would he be able to pull it off??", she aksed.
Mayank smiled. Just when he was thinking that she was different, he could get a glimpse of that old Shehnaaz. He was glad, but in a new way, she had changed but changed for a better person. Her soul seemed more subtle and kinder, that person combined with what was so inherent to her would do wonders for herself and others. "Tujhe bikul bhi nahi lag sakta ki tere se better koi kaam kar sakta hai!" He spoke raising his eyebrows.
Life changes as it moves ahead, small curves, sometimes sharp curves, sometimes blind curves, but it does not move straight and definitely not flat, many a times there are steep falls and elevations. Shehnaaz was quick to move out, as she drove the car out of the building. She had responsibilities waiting at the end of the day, well the responsibilities were present almost all time. And with people who are buried in responsibilities, the possibility of life is very slim. Those people move and work almost with robotic tendencies often failing to notice the trivialities of life.
What would describe love? A relationship? A tag? Is love a thing? Is it something that you get into and then move out? Is it something that is done with other people, someone maybe a special person. Is it ever possible to love only one person? What is the essence to love. Well love, the word, as it means, is not a relationship, it is not something anyone gets into or out of, love is a state of being. It is something you become, and when you reach that, your soul is love itself and that soul would reflect the same to anyone and everyone around? Could the love be the same thing, that people use for every second person? If you date people and then separate from them, can that be called love? If yes, then what do you the call the other thing, the eternal longing, the eternal belonging? If not, then is love not a right word for everyone you ever date?
Sidharth had been driving back home, when he halted at the red traffic signal. His driver had a habit of using the radio, while driving and hence the podcast. As soon as the RJ stopped for a break, Sidharth took a sharp breath. It was monsoon arrival in Mumbai, the winds carried the heavy drops. He could smell those. He had once asked Shehnaaz to marry a good man, and he hoped that she had found that in her husband. He wished and prayed that she stayed happy, had beautiful kids. The thought made him smile, he had dnot seen her in almost two years, though a little less, not even a picture. He thought that was wrong to look a picture of another man's wife. But he smiled, he hoped she was happy.
He looked ahead and waited for the signal to turn green, he had a chess game planned at a club with his brother in law. Yawning, as he looked at the remaining 25 seconds of the light, his eyes fell on something. Someone. And as soon as he saw, his head turned in the direction of the car. He looked at the car moving in the direction opposite his, his eyes trying to see her. His mind trying to believe that was her, indeed her. But then, was she really back, he could only see a blurred idea of her moving in the car, but was it her, his brain thought.
