December 14, 2013
(Excerpt from a short story I am writing)
He had noticed the soothing restlessness in me as he looked at me in the dark.
"Kya hua? Scared?"
"Haan" I replied. The cold and the fear of getting caught had made my lips and throat dry.
"Kis cheez se?" he asked
"Mujhse ya andharay se?" his tone being mischievous
"Khamoshi gehri baaton ki tarjumaan hoti hai"
He smiled but I could not look for very long in his penetrating eyes. I felt every color of the universe deepening. He had still not let go of my hand. I couldn't be sure what was giving me a feeling of protection and comfort - the warmth of his hands or his tight grip across my hand. I crossed the remaining steps in thoughts. And soon we reached the stage. There was only one light that had lit the stage. The two chairs on the stage were right in the focus of the lights. The yellow beams had made them conspicuous. Even from a distance they attract the observer's attention.
He pulled my arm
"In pe? Kyun?"
"What kyun? Why did we come here?"
"Just for?" he asked
"Pata nahin...You said so."
"Yes, I said so and I am saying now!"
"God!! Itnay sawal...Okay, we are here just to feel how would our turn be in the chairs next to each other."
"G! OH!!! Ab koi sawal mat poochna."
"Koi bhe nahin?"
"Yeh bhe aik sawal tha" That made me laugh. And it echoed. It scared him.
"Sorry" I said, trying to hold my laughter
He seated me on one of the chairs and sat on the other one. I looked in his eyes. In every gleam was a dream shining and in every breath was a hope. The yellow light bathed us in it's glow and warmth. I could imagine his black tee and brown jacket along his dark denims transform into a sherwani. I tried to touch his arm. By the time I noticed my arm extend towards his, my sweater had transformed into a red bridal. I wish I could freeze that moment.
December 14, 2013