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I know, y'all have already guessed that the tale of Abir and Mishti has not ended yet from the title itself. So, are you ready to witness how it ended? Go fast, Abir is waiting for y'all!
I haven't done any proofreading so there might be some typos. Beforehand sorry! Let's dive directly into the story. Hopefully, y'all will enjoy it. 🤞
Please read the Author's note in the end.
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5 years later...
...Zindagi kaisi hai paheli haye,
Kabhi toh hasaye
Kabhi yeh rulayee...
Zindagi...
"Few more steps to reach, Abir, Come on! You can do it. You have to complete the target today" boosting my morale I continued jogging after glancing at my smartwatch. It will take two more minutes to reach my house.
Main Zindagi ka saath nibhata chala gaya,
Har fikr ko dhuyein main udaata chala gaya...
Barbaadiyon ka shog manana fijjul tha,
Bardbaadiyon ka shog manana fijjul tha...
Barbaadiyon ka jashna manata chala gaya,
Barbaadiyon ka jashna manata chala gaya...
Har fikr ko dhuyein main uda...
Suddenly the song changed, startling me. Umm... I guess I wasn't paying attention when the previous one ended as I was busy adoring my surrounding. These melodies...Hmm... these lyrics are so true. The lyricists must have churned these simple yet philosophical lines from their heart. Whenever I listen to them, I can relate to these at every level. They are like a summary of what life is: full of ups and downs.
While thinking this, my gaze fell on the two munchkins probably waiting for their school bus: Chris and Laura who waved at me frantically and I waved back along with two flying kisses. They giggled and acted as if they caught them. Their mother, Emmy smiled at this exchange while shaking her head. They are my neighbours and as I like kids, so I pamper them a lot, whenever they gatecrash into my house. I jogged passed them soon and my house came into view. Ahh finally!
"Hey young man!" I heard Uncle George screaming from his garden when I opened my gate after reaching. I asked," What's up Bro? Enjoying coffee?" teasing him as I very well know that Aunt Mel must have given him some medicinal bitter juice. He scoffed," Yeah! Indeed it is coffee" while rolling his eyes and then continued," Well... how come you woke up so early today and even jogged? Haven't got any date yesternight?" ending up with his as usual teasing smile. I rolled my eyes, started," Uncle..." when Aunt Mel cut me off," Oh, you two stop this! George drink it fast or else..." glaring at Uncle and he quickly obliged while I muffled my laugh. Aunt Melissa then turned to me," And you! Don't you have an office today? Abir for the first time, you woke up early, so use it at least in an effective way" she said smiling her best to me. I ruffled my hair with my hand and smiled cheekily. Of course, everyone here is aware of my lazy ass. Well, some habits always remain with us no matter how much a person changes.
" And yes, I forgot to tell you, your Mom called me yesterday as you didn't pick her calls. Probably, you were sleeping your ass off at that time, so she called me instead. She informed me that it will take her some more days there and call her once you're free, she will tell you the details" she informed grabbing my attention. I nodded and said," Okay. See ya!" Again she stopped me," Wait! There's a post in your letterbox. Do check that out. The postman had come here a while ago and dropped it there. Who the hell on this earth writes a letter in the age of Social Media and that too to you?" she asked in a confused tone. Uncle Geoge chipped in," Ahh... It must be his beloved or one of those flings whom he must have impregnated" casually and laughed his heart out. I and aunt glared at him, ready to pounce on him anytime and he abruptly stopped mouthing a sorry. We couldn't help rolling our eyes on his such stupid antics. I must say this, he always reminds me of my Nanu, who's no more. He was so much like Uncle George and I always feel the same vibe with Uncle George like that of Nanu.
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