Fanaa - Destroyed in Love - A Swasan FF

Chapter 6 # Match

 Dheere Dheere se Meri Zindagi main aana

Dheere Dheere se Dil ko Churana"

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The smallest of things that you can do for others can make such a difference in their lives... Sanskaar discovered that The next day when he distributed stuff among the kids along with Swara. Sanskaar could truly understand what Swara was talking about that day in the coffee shop. The happiness of those kids, he realized in that moment of stunned pleasure, was beyond price. Their sparkling eyes and laughter just made his day. So much, that he told Swara how he loved it, and to him be part of her wish list shopping every month. She agreed. Like Christmas and Santa every month...it warmed his heart to be able to do that for the children.

Audits and repair work started soon after. They met often, spoke on phone when he couldn't be on site. They met over coffee when schedules allowed, outside her gift shop after her shift, if he could only drop in; and invariably dropped her home on such days. Even her trips grocery shopping became brainstorming sessions for Little Flowers. Other topics made way to these conversations as well. He found himself relating to her little anecdotes from office; and found her takes on campus life witty and funny. He appreciated the levity.Wish list shopping was their monthly routine now, which he enjoyed. He didn't mind the trips to the supermarket either, though he had taken to wearing semi formals by now; seemed like the thing to do.

Sanskaar had become a frequent visitor to Little Flowers, and valued patron. And soon he became the kids' favorite Bhaiyya, just as Swara was their favorite Didi. He adored the kids same as she did, and Baby Angel was his favorite little person there.

Weeks flew by in renovations and restorations of the orphanage; and he juggled work and play with dexterity. Sometimes it felt like two lives to him. And Though it wasn't easy, it was definitely worth it. His time with the children. And Swara. Definitely Swara.

He looked forward to their meetings, though he hadn't realized. Impromptu or otherwise, he looked forward to them, little things like sharing coffee and the day's bulletins with her sitting on the church steps in the evenings, the little stone bench inside her apartment building's compound. Those were their hangouts, when it wasn't Little Flowers or coffee shops.

One such day, he drove up to Little Flowers, bearing gifts for the children, and for her. He had a cache of new bats and balls for his cricket enthusiasts. The bats were English White willow, imported.

He parked by the ground, stepped out of car thinking what would those little devils be doing, hoping he hadn't missed them. Friday evening was cricket time, which was why he drove in earlier than usual. He looked around; those were not his people on the ground, but some other gang. Frowning a little, he walked up to Little Flowers church. And saw them sitting on the steps, all quiet and brooding. Now that was something to worry, as it was not their usual style. This was a cheerfully noisy bunch almost always; today their brows were all furrowed. One of the little ones was gnawing his lips. Their captain, madam Swara was frowning as well.

He walked up to them, got some worried smiles in greeting. Swara waved a hello, tilted her head in consideration; she seemed to be having a light bulb moment as she murmured Hi to him. Seeing the calculating light in her eyes, Wondering what she was upto now, he sat down with them on the steps.

"Hello ,kya baat hain? Aaj itna sannata kyu hain bhai?" he said picking up a kid and making him sit on his lap .No Answer

"Swara ..kya hua?" he said looking at her for a answer." Koi kuch bolega please", he said looking around when none came in