~~~ Cherry ~~~

It was a normal December Sunday.. sunflowers in the garden were bright and yellow.. happily facing the Sun.. the pigeon was calmly hanging on the branch of the tree that went high upto the next floor of his bungalow where his bedroom window opens to a scenery with mountains in the background.. and almost a frozen lake during this time of the year.

he thought he would have a cup of coffee, with some freshly baked cookies by Jane (his wife), chocolate ones were his favorite. But it was unusual.. it was almost 9.. she never slept till then.. he thought.. and went to bedroom upstairs but to his surprise,he found Jane missing from the room.

what could have happened..? where she went..? he put on his maroon robe and went in search for Jane, the woman he loved most in his life. looking to his watch he realized that he is missing her more with every second that passes by. Tears started rolling from his eyes while he walked.. he had been to almost each place that he knew his wife could have gone..

sometime later he went back home.. feeling lost and hurt by the way this morning has treated him.. Jane.. Jane.. ah.. Jane.. he cried in his heart... he was dying to see her but couldnt find her anywhere.. he went inside his bedroom.. pulled out an album.. their marriage's.. flipping through pictures.. he came across a picture that they took on their honeymoon...

Jane was always fond of trains.. she wanted her honeymoon trip to be full of train trips.. she loved to see the world beside her window.. than below. in the evening during one of their country stops.. they sat in a coffee shop and ordered a "cafe de lavaza cherro ne". when the drink came she saw it had cherries crushed in the drink.. with coffee down below covered with cream with a cherry on the top of it. It was very delightful for her to have that kind of coffee as the "cherry on top" phrase turned true for the first time in her life..

soon they finished their coffee.. they talked about all and everything.. left nothing.. but about love. the cream moustache covered Jane's lips and she licked a part of it. Smith was all smiling.. Jane was such innocent and beautiful.. they talked through eyes.. they kissed..

after moments they separate.. she was all red. and he had happiness filled in his heart.. he said.. "Jane you smell like cherry.. " she blushed.. "Jane.. you also taste like cherry..".. to this Jane had a hearty laugh.. and they kissed agian... and a fotographer took a pic.. and handed over them a special moment.

soon he saw that the pic was getting drenched by his tears... he shouted aloud.. Jane..
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Jane woke up.. perturbed to what happened to Smith.. she tried to wake Smith up.. to ask him.. if he is alright..? Smith hurriedly sprang on his bed. He opened his eyes.. and ahh... that was some relief.. his Jane near him... and soon the alarm started tweeting "Good morning.. its sunday.. 7 AM.." ...

oh it was a dream.. he was shocked.. and relieved at the same moment.. he was all sweating because of this nightmare.. he hugged Jane.. and he kissed her.. he had tears in his eyes.. the fear of losing Jane even in his dreams made him cry...

he cried.. he kissed.. and then hugged Jane... with all affection and love.. she hold him close to her heart.. and after few minutes he said.."Jane.. u smell like cherries".. and then he kissed her.. "U also taste like cherries..".. to which Jane smiled.. and went to kitchen.. to prepare some freshly baked chocolate cookies and coffee..

Paths to Past.. II

these days i am all surrounded by thoughts of my past. i am again reconnecting with people who hold a valuable part in my life.

most of all, with my family members.. I wasnt the best son.. i wasnt the best grandson and i wasnt the best brother. Though everyone told me that i am very close to hearts of them.. but when i was at home.. under their guidance.. i always thought of myself.

but as i moved out of home.. i realized what i lost in those most precious years..!! Those years when love was showered all over me,I kept standing under a roof.. and now i want to get drenched in same love again.. but my work.. my life isnt giving me that opportunity again..

My grand mother.. i call her DADIMA.. she is very old now.. and she is not literate enuff to read what i have written here.. my be my dad or my bro will narrate this to her... say her that i love her very much.. more than every one feel i do.

going 2 decades back.. i remember, she giving me a head massage every sunday afternoon.. when i used to wash my hair.. she used to move her cold fingers in my hair.. and so relaxed i used to feel. in the sunny afternoon of winters.. she used to sit with me and tell me many stories.. regarding her life.. regarding our culture.. regarding the life. She is the one who taught me to believe in GOD. She had a heart so soft that she never let dad raise hands on me... always standing like a wall between all the difficulties and me.

i loved to hear her when she used to say anything about her marriage experiences.. but used to hate her when she told me that i will also be married one day.. ( i hated girls at that phase of my life ).

many years have passed now.. now i see her once in 6 months... and it feels like heaven when i hug her.. I feel the love.. i see the love that comes out of her eyes when she looks at me. i still love the "prashad" she prepares for me.. i still love the "aaloo paratha" she makes only for me..

i dont blv in God now.. but people around me say i should thank to him for giving me such a wonderful life.. i thank Him for giving me such wonderful persons in my life.

Paths to Past.. I

been many days and i have been thinking of everything that has been wid me all these years. memories, family, firends and my aspirations..
incidents that keep me still, gazing at the roof or at the open sky of moon or sun , as i recall them. every story , every moment spent in making that hour of life into a story of lifetime. i recall my grandfather.. who held my hands while i covered distances.. a grandfather who danced with me when i was happy, a grandfather who always carried me in his lap when i dint wanted to walk.. a grand father who always wiped my pain from heart as he wiped my tears.
i have the presence of such a person in my life, who always thought of one thing.. keeping everyone happy.. i have heard from many people around.. that he smiles when i m happy.. but i want to say that i carry on wid my life when he is happy.. he has been a teacher to me, a friend.. a brother.. a father and a god. i see him in my prayers..
i remember... i was in class 1.. and i stood 1st in my class.. 1st time.. i got the report card in the 1st period that day and i kept in my hands for whole day... even in bus.. and as i reached to my bus stop.. i stepped down.. and across the road i cud see my grand father waiting for me.. happily i ran towards him.. dint even noticed an ambassador car coming towards me.. well it hit me hard.. i fell on my knees... bruised badly.. but stood up again and ran towards him.. shouting... " dadaji first.. dadaji first..".. dint even felt that i was bleeding... i never cared .. neither my grandfather did.. he carried me in his arms.. and i hugged him tight.. after all he was my teacher... report card still in my hand.. my bag and water ball was in his hands, we walked towards home describing how i was praised in whole class for being such a good student.. that was my happiest day ever..
few years passed.. i got a chance to be on stage for the first time in my life.. class 3.. a group of 25.. 24 girls and me.. i was hell nervous.. and when it was the performance time.. i needed some one to support me.. to tell me through his eyes that "yes.. u r doing good.. better than every one behind u.." i went on the stage.. i was at the front holding the tricolour.. my eyes closed wid nervousness.. with a hope in my heart of everything going good.. and then when i opened my eyes.. i saw my grand father sitting in the first row of audience.. clapping, smiling and cheering me.. it brought a smile on my face too..
my heart speaks a lot when i think of him.. i share with him everything.. from my crush to my love.. i celebrate joys with him.. share tears wid him.. people.. even i have GF.. my Grand Father.. ;)