The Vagabond ~| A Song Drabble |~ #Chaleaana

-The Vagabond-

Hey guys!

Presenting a brand new song drabble that I wrote on the song #chaleaana
By my favorites 😎
#amaalmalik and #armaanmalik

This one's dedicated to WhatisintheNameee

❤Happy birthday my love❤

Play the song here and without further ado, let's jump right into the story.😉

❤Closure❤

Wet soil softly rubbed against her feet as she ran through the field, the metal anklet punctuating her sprint with it’s own beautiful music. The long skirt covering her legs, swayed with the howling winds and she held it up with her fingers lest it could hinder the speed. Today there was no stopping her, with nothing holding her back she felt the sense of freedom under the grey drizzling sky and a graceful smile came and sat on her pink lips. Her eyes scanned the green fields all around the vast space and there was nothing this rejuvenating that has been seen by the village she lived in. The barren lands had finally been showered upon after months of waiting around and the farmers were all smiles. The grey clouds that floated above them all brought waters of happiness with them and each and every villager was filled with joy.

She stopped by the well as she heard the giggling girls and then the earthen fragrance hit her senses. With eyes closed, heart beating fast from the previous dash, she took in a breath and smiled.

She could feel his presence in the atmosphere.

Judaa hum ho gaye maana
Magar yeh jaan lo jaana....

Just like the rain, it had been a long time that he had visited the village. The major reason behind the joy that filled her heart was him coming back and she could tell something was different today in the air that she breathed. The girls were all murmuring among themselves, the younger boys of their small community were all hero worshiping him and the elders had more warmth in their eyes upon his return.

As for her, she felt alive again.

Drops of rain kissed her closed lashes and she opened her eyes, her heart had calmed down by now and she felt a kind of magnetism as her feet were drawn to the huge Banyan tree on the far side of the well. It had some gothic story running around the villagers and therefore no one dared to come there but that was a time to be reckless for them. They were very much in love then and usually romanced on the wooden swing tied to its hard branches.

The damp leaves formed a welcome bed for her as she walked in anticipation towards the tree, her pace slowing down as she thought what would they say to each other after the time that had passed. Would he even remember her?

Judaa hum ho gaye maana,
Magar yeh jaan lo jaana…..
Kabhi main yaad aaun toh,
Chale aana, chale aana…….