KISMAT - A MishBir SS

PART 2

Mishti loved the mornings. She loved the sound of the chirping birds, she loved the sense of calm that prevailed before everyone started with their lives. There was something about mornings - early mornings to be precise. 

Smiling, Mishti took a deep breath as she cycled, revelling in the greenery on either side of her cycling route. She loved this time - it felt as if it was just her, her thoughts and the world. 

Her thoughts when she cycled ranged from simple joys to pertinent questions. She often found that she had answers to questions that troubled her when she cycled early morning. She could understand herself, her thoughts, her feelings. 

Her feelings......

"Kunal...." She muttered to herself. There was a huge decision she had to make - but she just didn't know how? She had met Kunal a couple of times but it still felt like she didn't know him at all. 

Maybe that was the problem - it was just a couple of times. "Not enough time to know a person, right Mishti" she trailed off.

But she still couldn't excuse the way he had reacted over her job interview. 

"Maybe he was angry" Mishti muttered, as she turned a right deftly. 

Uh huh but what about what he said, Mishti? He didn't ask you once about what you wanted. What was your professional aspirations? Would you be happy sitting at home? 

"I'm sure he didn't mean it that way. Maybe he only meant that there was no real necessity for her to work" 

It sounded bad even to herself. Mishti frowned, she should talk to kunal, she decided. 

This only went to show that she needed more time to know him. 

But to be fair to him, they had met only a couple of times. How could someone know and care for the other person to actually think from their angle? For them?

But Abir.....

Mishti smiled as she thought of Abir, his joyful face popped up in her head -  lips that almost always held a smile, his tousled hair, his eyes so deep that it held pools of emotions, and yet managed to be full of mirth -  that boy was mad. 

Mishti felt her smile widen. He was one of a kind. Always lighting up the place he was in.

Mishti realised she still hadn't thanked him for talking about her father at home, "very bad Mishti"

But how many thanks would she say? And for what all? 

He had been there for her at every step. Knowingly or unknowingly he had helped her ever since she knew him. 

And it had only been a couple of weeks. In such a short time -

In such a short time  -  

Why was it that it was so easy with Abir - but so hard with kunal. 

Why?!

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Abir loved the early mornings as much as he loved the late nights. He loved the tranquility it brought.