Shraman: Tales Of Love || Completed

7. ||Aahista Aahista||

Episode 146- Continues from the last leg of the conversation between Shravan and choti Sumo.

" Waise ye sari baatein tu jake ander wali Suman ko Kyu nhi khta? Life kitni mast ho jayegi, soch!", Choti Sumo, or rather Shravan's inner conscious chided him, as he sat staring into space for some uncountable seconds.

Tum milo roz hi, magar, hai ye baat bhi,
Mere Hona, aahista aahista!
Mere Hona, aahista aahista!

In all honesty, Shravan was tired.

Tired of being a ploy of his own ego.

Tired of fighting the one relationship he had desperately seeked for all these years.

Tired of loving her from afar, and hating her close.

That one sentence from the younger Suman had forced him into a dreamland, where situations were not this grim, where life was easier.

Stumbling twice in his way, as the magnanimous amount of alcohol he had ingested started to show its effect,  Shravan pushed open the door to his room, wanting to have one glimpse of her, of Suman.

Tum, mere ho rhe, ya hogye,
Ya hai fasla,
Puche dil toh kahu mai kya bhala!
Dil sawalo se hi na de rula!
Hota kya h aahista aahista!
Hona kya h aahista aahista!

He could deny it to the world but not himself, Suman did effect him. Her smile did lit up his skies, her laughter was his favorite sound in the world. Those moments when she playfully fought with him, or replied him with equal sarcasm, were the moments he lived for. He loved the way she would dance at the sight of Kulfi, he loved how her favorite drink in the world was Tom uncle's tea.

Walking in, his eyes devoured her sleeping form, her hairs hiding the view of her face, as she slept on her side, or rather, pretended to sleep. Shravan took slow steps to the bed, before falling down on it, wincing suddenly. While he rubbed his head that had striked the headboard by mistake, he missed her open eyes full of concern and her left hand that had almost raised to rub it out for him, but she had again gone back to pretending as soon as he had tried to turn back.

Doorie, ye kam hi na ho,
Mai neendo me bhi chal rha!
Hota hai kal bewafa, ye aata nhi chhal rha!

Shravan turned, only to remove the locks from her face, so that it comes into his full view. It didn't help him that her face had frowns. She didn't look like the girl he knew some days before. She seemed so distant, so different than her usual self this days.

Suman felt knots in her stomach when he touched her. His touch was so soft that it almost made the tears she was holding back, slip away. She felt loved in that one moment that she had full expectations would never come back. No one had handled her this softly, like he was doing, running the fingers over her forehead trying to ease out the wrinkles. Ironically, no one had ever handled her as roughly as he did in their waking hours.

" I am sorry Sumo!", She heard him mumble, as he leaned in to drop a kiss on her forehead. The tear that she was holding did slip away this time, down her cheek into the web of her neck. He was too drunk and lost to notice, though.