Silsila Chittiyon Ka- Book 1 Samaina Love Saga

13.

It was some days since we had met but her face never left my eyes. If I would see the sky I see her face on the clouds,  if I turn to the waters,  I see her hair decorated with flowers. If I look into the mirror,  I see her standing by me and smiling. What was all this? Why was I seeing her everywhere. I know she was beautiful...she was elegant.....she was serine. But why was I so attracted to her. Is it her face or her heart or is it that she bore the same pain as I. Or was is just my heart feeling weird things.   

I was waiting for Monday to see her in the temple...I have never been to one. I do not believe in God but I am going to go there only to see her smile...only to see the  spark in her eyes...to feel my home. Was she really my home? Why did she matter this much to me?
I was waiting for the rings of the cycle to be heard to get the letter...her letter to me. I was excited to know what she had written this time. I wanted to know if she has changed the plans...to meet before Monday. I wanted to just feel her in her letters,  breathe her smell from it ...
I dozed and woke up only when Nanu came by me with the letter. Oh no, he shouldn't have got it. What would I tell him... 

"Sameer, yeh letter tumhare liye aaya the..." 

"Haan dijiye Nanu." 

"Par kaun bejta hai tumhe letter?" 

"Dost!" I said blushing 

"Special friend hai koi?" How did he guess? 

"Nanu, ap..ko apko kaise Pata?" 

"Hum bhi guzar ke hi aaye hai uss time se!" 

"Accha batayiye!" 

"Sun, jab kisi se baat karna,  usse milna accha lagta hai na usse dosti toh kehte hi hai par kahi baar dosti se bad jaata hai yeh rishta. Aur agar kisi ko dekhte hi upar bharosa ho jaaye aur unka sath rehne mein accha laga toh usse pyaar keh sakte hai. Aur yahi hua tha mere saat bhi...tumhari nani ko do baar dekha tha aur phir ussi ko dekhne ka mann karta tha, toh main roz jaata the Mandir, usse dekhne aur bhagwan ji se kehta tha usko meri bana de aur dekh ban gayi woh Meri patni." 

"Aap bhi Mandir jaate the Milne?" 

"Aap bhi? Tu kisi se milne jaata hai?"  He asked in a naughty tone.

"Na...nahi Nanu! Bhala mein kisse milunga?" 

"Tumhari special friend se aur kisse" He knew things that were superior to these materialistic word, he could just read me in and out. 

"Nanu aap bhi na...koi nahi hai aisi!" 

"Thik hai, agar sach main koi hogi toh bata dena." 

"Pakka Mummy"  I promised.

Nanu handed me the letter and walked away. I waited for the door to shut and once the sound was heard, impatiently I opened the letter. The first thing I noticed was a blot on the paper as if she had cried and the droplet just fell.   

Naina...sirf meri Naina 

Mujhe lagta tha ki meri mummy hi hai joh apne bete ko chod kar chali gayi, apne dusre bete ko dekhne, bada karne par ab pata chal raha hai ki tumhari maa tumhe humesha ek aise parivaar mein chod gayi jahan tumhara koi hai hi nahi. Tumhari taiji ka muh todne ka man kar raha hai...ek baar haan toh keh do, todh doonga. Tumhe joh bhi bolna ho, joh dard dilmein chupa rakha hai usse mujhse keh do. Thik hai? Main galat nahi samjhunga, aisa sochunga ki tum meri apni ho aur isliye bata rahi ho. Aur toh aur dosti mein yeh toh hota hi hai..dost is hi sab kuch share kar sakti ho. Aur tumhe darne ko zaroorat nahi hai, main humesha tumhara dost rahunga...humesha. Dosti jaise rishte aasani se nahi toot thi. Pata hai jab mummy mujhe hostel chod chali gayi thi toh main sochta tha kaisi maa hai apne hi bacche ko chodkar chali gayi jaise tumhari taiji kehti hai par Nanu ne uss kami ko mita diya, nanu ne mujhe mummy ki tarah pala aur bada kiya....main joh bhi hu unhi ke wajah se hu aur isliye unhe Mummy bhi bula leta hu kabhi kabaar. Isliye main keh raha hu ki tumhari taiji galat baat keh rahi hai, maa chod kar zaroor jaa sakti hai par koi hoga tumhara apna joh tumhe kabhi nahi chodega...main banunga woh sahara joh tumhe kabhi nahi chodega. Kabhi nahi chodonga yeh wada hai...samjh lo ki yeh stamp paper hai. Mujhe laga hi tha ki tum ro rahi hogi, dikh raha tha chitti main, agar tumhe meri chitti pakadkar rona pasand hai toh mujhe pakadkar rona bhi pasand hoga na? Bolo bolo! Mazak tha, gussa mat hona. Accha phir Mandir mein milenge...tumhara intezaar karunga. 

Tumhara Sameer 

I posted the letter and waiting for that day to come when I will meet her again...see her again...listen to her mesmerizing voice. I was just waiting.