Chapter 5: Paused, push.

 हर तरीक़ा तुम्हारा था,

उस पर पहरा मेरा था,

तुम खुद मे मैं ढूँढते रह गए,

और खुद मुझे तुम मिल गए,

तारीफ़ करना मामूली बात है,

जो मुझे तुमसे है ना,

उसे प्यार कहना अलग बात है,

तुम्हें करोड़ों इशारे करता हूँ,

शायद तुम समझ नहीं पाती,

तुम्हारी थकी हुई हँसी देखते ही,

जीवन की ख़ुशबू फिर से महक जाती है,

तुम होना मेरे साथ?

सवाल हर बार यही पूछता हूँ,

हँस कर तुम्हारे हाँ का इंतेज़ार करता हूँ।

Differences make life more happening at every end, the feeling it conquer after all those mistakes firmly rebuilds you. Doesn’t matter the bond was strongest back then, but if not broken then how the knots will ensure your prolong connection. Sometimes things not go as your mind mapped, but shockingly its the reality and you have to accept it and move on. We all have a plan for all positives and what if negative happens? We go blank. The major fallback of today’s generation which includes me too, we often prepare ourself for good, not for bad. It is very well said that, when life gives you lemon, make lemonade. But truly when life hand over lemon to us, it gets way hard to make lemonade out of it.

As we have boarded the love express, conducted by Amyra and Rakshit. They missed several stations due to some emotional failure, but now they are back into game again. The floating night holds calmness, when they solved their misunderstandings on call, it was exaggerated from both ends and now they regret for it. If your life is behaving like a roller coaster, then take a step back and frame yourself within that situation. Because if life punched, then the only thing left will be regrets. When all those wax and wane happen to Rakshit, he interrupted with this face and got a strong punch of regret. Later that day, they got everything sorted and started enjoying their company as they use to do. It was all going well. Getting in person with the person you see love in, is very difficult. It was replaced well by messages and assistants like call and video calls, where shame never finds a room. The messages from Amyra was replacing heart for Rakshit, and still he look for life in them. Situations are never stagnant, it keeps the flow on. Denser sometimes and sometimes rarer, what it lefts with is a paused push. Believe me or not, this push is force less but can even lead to miracles. The power it pushes into dreaded emotions, is unpredictable and can boost the sentiments to next level. Trying is a step towards winning, but if we miss to start then trying in arbitrary directions is worthless. Rakshit’s belief was stiff on his unconditional love for Amyra, and replacing her can be even more dangerous than inhaling phosgene in a chemistry lab. Her good morning messages were always a sign of illumination for him, as he wakes up, seeing her good morning wish makes him see light at the end of tunnel. It’s rightly said that if fortune comes, its not packed. Their Endless shares, senseless curiosity, brawny clause were all dumped when they both feel their presence, even in emptiness. The day was getting late, sun was asking consent to set, it was all messed in his mind till Amyra’s reply came. He asked for couple of seconds to embrace her breathe, to facilitate her adjoined heart. Amyra was glad enough to meet him after a long span of 1 year. It was happy feel for both of them, as they both got authorisation of higher bodies governing their home. It was 21 hours and 18 minutes, when he secretly looked at her, she was standing right there with her pink top and black joggers. He felt his heart throbbing blood out of his mouth, but he wasn’t able to handle it this time. Likeness is very temporary, we ought to like flowers but they cannot be with us for entire life. They are meant for decoration, not for ensuring our bulky feelings for them. The truth of likeness is conductive by nature but insulating by heart. Rakshit, standing at a distance and drawing with his tears found some strange eye formation as he saw Amyra. He dismissed the gap and waved a large hand to let her see him. She looked, he fainted theoretically but practical Rakshit was trying to be normal at frontiers. They looked into eyes and moved on. He was on scooty but imagined himself at the end of this world, never ending one. They were moving slower than winds, their PJs were lame but trustworthy. As the way was shortening, Amyra was laughing and all he wanted was to make her laugh. All their talks ended but the way was still not leaving them, she slightly pushed ahead and placed her head on Rakshit’s shoulder. He got a chills down his spine and was feeling to be most luckiest of all. It was all his dream come true but dreams, if they are really self made they won’t let you look down. Ever thought why dreams never fade but our emotions do, because dreams our attached to a non-breathing nerve but on the contrary, emotions are developed for a pure breathing soul. The ride was going longer than expected, but they both felt attached for the very first time. For Rakshit, his first ever interaction with whom he planned his entire life, those fantasies were now taking face of reality. They reached their points but still found lost in way, it was solidifying to leave each other’s eyes. Rakshit wasn’t able to control himself but those eyes handled him pretty well. Leaving each other with those tears full of eyes in Rakshit was a scene to die for. They want to be with each other but boundation never had a face, it was always masked. By leaving, Rakshit said,”तुसी जा रे हो, तुसी ना जाओ”। 

The ferocious females never lose kindness and shyness. They can never tolerate tears within eyes, even if the other person behaved badly with them. The water isn’t coming out of those eyes but internal flood was drastic fo him. They both left and on the way back home, clouds cried over their cremation which was stabled by their trustworthy feelings. Let’s have something to eat, grab a cup coffee and keep moving with us. Journey is long. Have a nice day !