"As their eyes met, the hearts fluttered. The butterflies danced, as the souls found their solace in each other's hold. "
A tale of romance that made their hearts to skip beats, as it will make yours too.
Dive in to know how they found their...
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After a hardwork of nearly thirty minutes, with we both throwing the stones and competing to who will pluck more raw mangoes, we finally succeeded in having four raw mangoes being plucked. Yeah. 'Just four' She said.
"They are so sour! ", I saw her making a cute little face as she took a bite of the raw mango. " Aise nahi khate, Shri! ", I told her as I took the mango from her and walked to the kitchen. After cutting the mangoes in little pieces and sprinkling them with the apt amount of masala, we walked out in the open. (We don't eat them like this, Shri.)
She settled beside me, as we both devoured the sour delicacy.
" You know Shri.. Dadu is the reason I never wanted to leave Nagpur. This place now reminds me of him. Aur agar mei ek baar yaha se Delhi chala gaya na, toh I know, kabhi wapas nahi aah paunga. ", I confessed.
(You know Shri.. Dadu is the reason I never wanted to leave Nagpur. This place now reminds me of him. And if I leave for Delhi, I am sure enough, that I'll never get to return back.)
I was letting it all out today. I felt Shri's hold on my hand. She was caressing my hand as I looked into her eyes. The love that those orbs held gave me the strength.
" Shri.. Maybe.. Maybe I never wanted to be a doctor. I don't know. I seriously don't know. When.. When it was the time where one decides about their career, I was simply told ki Kartik Tu doctor banega. Family mei sab doctor hai, toh tu bhi wahi banega. Mumma didn't even ask me what I wanted to do. But I tried.. I told her Shri.. Once.. That I wanted to join fine arts. But she simply said, Shut up Kartik. And there it ended. I could never get myself to voice my wishes in front of her ever again..
No.. I don't hate my profession. In fact I love it. I love being in the scrubs, I love the atmosphere of the OT's, I love my scalpels and scissors. But.. Sometimes.. Just sometimes.. I wonder if if.. I had the choice, maybe life would have been different..
Mumma.. Wants me to join the family hospital now. I don't want to Shri. I don't. I want to be here, in Nagpur. It's just.. Such a coward I am. Right? ", I let everything that was hovering over my soul out. I looked at her. How can she still look at me with those eyes? Those eyes that made me feel like I am nothing less than a super hero. (Kartik,you'll be a doctor. In our family everyone is a doctor and you will be one too. )
She held my hand in between both her hands as she gestured me too look into her eyes, " You are not a coward, Kartik! ", she said.
I scoffed. I know it's not the truth. The truth is I am a coward who couldn't fight for his dreams.
" Shu.. Listen to me. You are the bravest person I know. Kartik, it takes courage to follow your passion even when you were made to leave it years ago. You still paint. You didn't give up on it. Had I been in your place I would have. But you didn't. And I know, you'll slowly take your life in your hands too. And I am always with you. In every decision of yours. I love you. And always will. ", the way she said it. I felt so overwhelmed. Her presence is so calming. She softly rested her head on my shoulder as we looked at the horizons, our breaths synchronizing with each other as the sky painted itself in hues of orange and yellow.
