Love Started With A 'Boo' | ✓

Episode 9

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘩, 2017
𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘬𝘢

Twilight melted away, majestic sunrise, red-orange glow trickling over the horizon as if the light itself was being poured from a molten sun. Powerful rays flood over the city beautiful, shimmering its sumptuous excellence in the sunshine, lighting every blade of grass, shining from each leaf. I breathed comfortably in the tranquil and chirpy air of Chandigarh, standing in my gallery. I could see the beautiful, lushed-green Shivalik sierras of the Himalayas.

Morning tea was already brewed and savoured by us, breakfast would be now on the platter to be served and my plan for the date with Yuvraj Hippo was shrewdly destroyed as I needed to go for shopping with Simran Pabhi and Mr Lawyer too had some meetings lined up on his amaranthine list.

Dad and Veer Ji had already departed for police station; grandpa, grandma and mum had left yesterday for Amritsar as they wanted to visit the Harmandir Sahib.

Only I, Harnoor and Simran Pabhi was in the house now which we too would be relinquishing very soon as we needed to leave for the Elante mall from where we'd be purchasing the quintessential goods for our house as there was an off-season sale on everything, plus on the grocery items too, Simran Pabhi's words not mine. I was just for giving the needed company, I groaned dejectedly. I too had fancied going for the date but I think this was not intended to be.

All my playfulness', smiles' and bubbliness' bubbles were smashed by the abandonment of the plan, I had even selected an elegant apparel for the occasion, I had even applied the Himalaya face mask along with the cutting of my long nails as I had heard, lawyers generally are neat-freaks, now all this was for what? Cancel, Cancel, Cancel? I breathed out lamentably.

Looking at my waxed hands, I retrieved the preceding dusk where I was screeching shrilly like a crotchety kid when the ruthless and heartless beautician was applying molten wax on my thinly nurtured and deficiently-proliferated areas of body hair on my limbs as I had selected a one-piece dress for today's event but for what? Cancel, Cancel, Cancel?

I had never waxed my body before, either some hair-removing creams or had just left them like that as the growth was not even noticeable; but just because of my self-consciousness having an antagonistic effect on me, I did that and the whole night I was sobbing; first because of the peppering pain on my beautiful yet delicate limbs and second, because all this was for nothing, the idea of our first date was aborted.

Grieving like a two-year-old whose lollipop had been dropped on the ground, I heard my Harnoor's shrilly crying sound. She usually cried when she would wake up and would find no one around her or when she would pee. Did she pee or was she awake, I couldn't distinguish and sprint towards Simran Pabhi's room as our doll was snoring there only when I had last checked.

Noor wasn't a diaper loving baby. So even in her first pee, she used to feel uncomfortable and then she would cry. I confirmed when I got inside the room and saw how screechingly she was bawling her eyes out with her body system's water entirely befallen on the bed. How adorable, I mused laughingly and took her in my arms. Like a perfect aunt-cum-second-mother to her, I changed her baby pants and patted her back to soothe her down. Children are truly the crankiest after waking up in the morning, with that thought, I got up from the bed with Noor in my arms and trudged towards the terrace.

Harnoor loved to watch birds and aircraft manoeuvring in the vast blue sky. She would scream every time in absolute joviality and euphoria in her baby voice whenever an airliner would make a show above her head in the firmament. The depth of the sky's blue was as our love, that only over the years to we notice the strength of the hue. She was not even a year old yet she became the most invaluable part of my life with whom my every sun glistened and with whom my every night shadowed.