They were exactly defining their names;
Shravya ~ always kept listening to everyone, except her heart.
Pranay ~ always kept showing his love, for her.
Will she ever be able to Hear the voice of his Love?
(The story is inspired by a hindi story which...
Shravya have travelled many times by this path, in last seven years.
A journey from her parents' house to, her own House!
290 kilometres! Means, a silent and tiring journey of six to seven hours.
Bus was on highway. Road was smooth with the shadow of mango and neem trees on both sides. Area around the Indravati River, was very fertile. Green colour was scattered everywhere.
But, only Shravya's mind was stopped on a dry season.
The bus came out of the city and now, it was crossing the bridge of Indravati River. Shravya recalled her childhood after seeing the water flowing beneath. Maa used to give coins to all siblings and they used to throw it in the river after making a secret wish.
She didn't know about others' wish but she remembered her wishes, how she wished for little things.
'Bhagwan Ji! Show some magic and give me a very big Teddy Bear, that would be equal to me in size and a chocolate also, which never ends. God Ji! Give me two wings and I would fly away.'
She lightly smiled on her weird wishes. She still remembered her every wish. Fulfilled and unfulfilled, both.
Humans are selfish. They forgets what they got but,never forgets what they didn't get. Unfulfilled wishes makes deep holes inside mind or sometimes in heart too.
It was a mountainous way as, Bastar city is situateded on mountain but, the road was good. One side, the stony wall of mountain and the other side deep ditch. The area wasn't fertile still green. It rains here, throughout the year.
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The view was beautiful. Sometimes watching the profound ditch can make you feel dizzy and emesis. But, Shravya loved that view as much as she loved bus's journey. That mysterious darkness inside woods, always kept her curious.
From her childhood, she wanted to know what was there, except trees and shrubs? Though she knew, there was nothing, still. She loved adventures. She wanted to touch that flustra coated slippy and rocky ground. She even wanted to know, how it would feel if someday, somehow she fell in that ditch? What would she do and who would come there, to save her?
'Hunh....Childishness!!'
She smiled sarcastically. Those could be only a child's logic less imagination. Not an adult's practicality and now, she's confirmed about it.
"12, 13, 14...."
A modulated voice broke Shravya's trance.
Her four years old daughter Ankita, was counting the passing vehicles. She was sitting on window seat, enthusiastically. She loved the journey of Bus, like her Mother. Not only in this matter, but she was just like her in every way. She was Shravya's copy.
