~~~Midnight Cup~~~

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Jasbir was as usual late from his office.. he rang the door bell as he came..

his room mate.. who was on call with her girlfriend living two blocks away.. he came an opened the door.. winked at him.. and gave a fake kiss on fone to his girlfriend.. and then moved to his room.. normal scene that Jasbir was now used to..

his other room-mate was totally Skyped.. never ever he saw him talking without being in front of his laptop..

he looked at his watch.. it was Christmas today.. and found that almost everyone were connected to their gifts that Santa gave them years ago.. he went to both the rooms.. and said.. "Merry Christmas dude.." and both of them just waved at him.. with a smile.. but no one came and hugged him tight and say.. "Merry Christmas to u too bro.. cheer up.. life will change.. happiness is around somewhere.. :)"

he so much wanted to feel happiness again.. he thought.. Shruti might be very happy at her place.. as she never called him after she got married.. he also wanted to smile.. but felt no reason to do so..

he lied down on his bed.. closed his eyes..

the pictures of past started flashing.. school days.. with friends.. parties.. that night after 10 years.. the other morning.. and one common face in all.. Shruti's.. he suddenly rose.. and took out his pullover.. his gloves.. opened the door and went outside his home.. switched on his bike and started riding..

it was bone freezing cold outside.. and then started cursing himself.. and then headed towards the 24 hour cafe shop.. somewhere near the IT park of the city..

he parked his bike .. and went inside.. and then he saw.. whoa.. all tables occupied..

just when he was about to leave.. a couple stoop up to leave.. so a set of couch was now all vacant.. and he calmly placed himself on it..

he ordered a cafe latte for himself.. and suddenly saw a girl in Santa cap wearing red cotton jacket.. in sexy shorts and high boots.. pushed opened the door.. and shouted loudly.. "Merry Christmas people.. oh.. every one has got love with him.. good you.. " and then she tumbled on the floor..

she was totally drunk.. partying somewhere all night.. and then she thought to come and have a cafe.. to lighten up her mood.. after the breakup she had 2 hours ago.. in the disc.. where her now Mr. EX.. tried to do something something with her getting her drunk.. and she slapped him..

then he pushed her in some cab and asked the driver to drop her where ever she says..

this is not what Jasbir thought.. this was something that the girl said to him after she came to her senses..

oh yes.. she was on the floor..

as she fell down.. Jasbir rushed towards her.. and with the help of the staff.. picked her up and put her to the couch opposite to where he was sitting..

she opened her eyes after 5 minutes of feet and palm massage.. had some water.. and then Jasbir ordered a Mocha.. without sugar for the lady..

"u alright now..?" Jasbir asked her..

she just smiled.. pain was clearly reflecting in her eyes.. just when she was about to cry.. Jasbir took out his handkerchief and offered her.. and she shouted again.. "I am not crying..."

he laughed and kept it back.. "So.. what makes you so happy on this Christmas night..?..!"..

and then she said what I wrote above.. and on listening to this Jasbir tried to console her.. but then she broke down.. obviously she was on a high.. and that made her totally losing her sadness.. her pain.. that he calmly listened to..

by then her Mocha was served hot to her.. and she slowly started getting back to normal..

then they laughed.. shared some jokes.. and then she said .."your eyes tell that you are alone.. away from someone.. ur heart seems scattered and your smile curves dont reach ur eyes.."

"hmmm.. seems you closely observe people.."

"yes.. I do.. i like knowing people.. their feelings.. and hey.. tonight we share same.."..

Jasbir looked into her eyes.. they were beautiful.. then to her nose.. it was cute.. and her lips had the tenderness of rose and freshness of dew. then he looked at his watch.. it showed 5 A.M.

He then said..

"Wow.. thats a lovely view.." and she looked outside the glass walls of cafe.. it felt as if moon has got brighter for the moment.. light blue the morning was.. she was again smiling.. and with happiness in her voice she said.. "certainly it is.."

he said.. "I was talking about you..".. and she turned and looked at him..

"do you try your cheesy lines with everyone.. if yes.. then I wonder how you are single.." and she was smiling again..

he blushed.. and she caught him with pink cheeks.. "okay.. I give you another chance.. dont lose this one.."

to this Jasbir gave a deep thought.. and then said.. "had you been single.. I wud have never let you be.." and she immediately said.. "o yes i am single..".. and then she covered her mouth.. and this time he caught her shy of her words.. she tightly closed her eyes.. in disbelief to what she just said..

and then she felt her hands touched by Jasbir.. he held her hands.. and said "there is no hurry.. I understand the phase u r in.. its not even hours and i said something like that to you.. my mistake.. but u r so true.. so real.. so beautiful.. but yet as a dream to me.. u remind me of the feeling i used to feel once.. love.. and shared that with you.. forgive me if i am anyhow the reason .. for even the least bit of pain you have gone through..".. and then he took his hands back.. and asked the staff to come with the cheque.

he cleared the bill and stood up to leave.. she also stood up.. she was silent.. she came with him to the parking lot where he kept his bike.. and then said.. "can i have your number.. so that i can call you sometime when i have decided..?"

"yes sure.." he said and gave his number..

"do you mind dropping me home.. i live nearby only..".. and he agreed and rode to her place.. and then he looked in the mirror.. it was tilted a bit and clearly showed her face... and he saw her watching at the mirror.. their eyes told everything that was in their heart.. through the mirror..

and then they reached at her place.. "hmm.. you dont live too far from my place.. i live just few kilo meters away.." and he tried to smile.. but couldnt.. then he said.. " call me sometime.. I will wait.."..

and then he rode.. but suddenly he stopped.. took a U turn and came back.. she was still there..

he said.. "hey.. my name is Jasbir.. and yours..? Atleast I would like to know the name of the girl for whom I felt something.."

she smiled.. she knew whats her decision would going to be.. and she said.."Shruti.. my name is Shruti.. and I will call you soon.."..

listening to this his heart skipped beats.. the time seemed immovable .. and the moment froze..

he was looking into her eyes as her voice with her name echoed in his heart... she turned.. waved goodbye to him and went inside her home.. he also drove back to his place..

he went inside his room.. and lied on his bed.. and then his phone rang.. he picked it up.. "Hi its Shruti here.. ur Christmas friend.. and I would love to meet you again.. just to say you something.. because.. I think I love you.. will call you again.. " and she dropped the call..

he closed his eyes.. because the dream just began..

~~~ Beginning ~~~

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Shruti got married. Not to Jasbir..

It was a long painful time that she covered alone to subside the feelings she had for Jasbir.. she just could not let memories of her only love die in her heart.. she took up a busy routine after her marriage..

she started doing a job that required her at late hours of the day in the office.. it was because more she was with her husband.. more she felt herself responsible of breaking Jasbir's heart.. She knew Jasbir loved her.. only her.. It was her weakness that couldn't let them be together.

it was this one sunday when she woke up early morning and found her husband sitting on an arm chair with a diary in his hands.. in the verandah which was lit dim with yellow bulb.. she wore her pink satin robe and walked down to him and found him sleeping..

she took the diary from his hands... and then a dry petal of rose slipped from between the pages on her feet.. she picked that up and placed it back between some pages.. she never knew her husband wrote.. and what was this single petal of rose was doing inside is diary.??

some questions that needed a definite answer started arising.. and then she opened the diary to serach for answers..

she went back to her room and read that diary word by word.. line by line.. date by date and page by page. Then she turned to the page that still had the shine of the fresh ink that coloured the paper this night.. and in that he wrote "I still love her.. may be she would never know.. but now i dont even want her to.." and that was it. Todays thought was all summarized in two lines.

she now knew that the life is not always fair to all.. it doesnt only have colours black and white but also the shades of grey in it.

she had rarely spoken to her husband in these past few years.. but today felt a need to tell him that what he feel today for the past.. matters a lot if you are not happy..

she took a pen and wrote and wrote on that page till the last line. within minutes she saw she had written all what she needed to convey to him.. she went downstairs again and left the diary in his hands..

in the morning when he woke up.. he saw the diary.. he saw a fresh petal of rose was peeping between the pages.. and he opened it to that page where it was kept by Shruti after writing on the page where he left last night.

it read..

"A petal of flower is very soft when its a part of the bud. The deepest colour is reflected that time.. and as the time passes the smell takes over.. the petal blooms to the most beautiful shape.. making you gift it to someone you have fellings for.. I too was gifted with many.. by one..

but when you pluck the petal out from the flower.. it hardly lives any day longer.. its essence is lost.. one can only say that it was a part of some flower which is now with someone unknown..

i read everything written in these pages.. and found that there is nothing worse than a sad heart..

into a shell when you hide yourself.. you also remain unoticed.. just like I wasn't able to know you.. many others would have also lost the chance..

There was a time when me and him used to walk together in the winter nights with hands in hands.. we used to look in each others eyes and silently say "I love you".. and then when eyes get wide with the smile.. we knew that we will forever be together..

we spent magical nights and wonderful days.. we used to walk in rains but never ever we felt we were wet as we were already drenched with the love for each other.. we felt only death can now part us.. we felt the warmth of sun enlighting our life.. and calmness of moon holding our moments..

it was always a pleasure to be with someone you know who wants you and only you in his life.. and being away is million times the pain.. I always felt.. that just like a starnger he wud call me someday from somewhere.. and say to me "I love you" again.. but that has never happened.. because i have kept myself in a shell..

he is not here but i feel his presence everywhere.. his love has become the shadow of my heart.. and i know you are feeling the same way..

its not about the feelings we share.. its all about what we dont share.. and that keeps us far from the truth.. frm the person who might be good.. who might love me more than i thought..

so when you feel like there is something you want to say.. hold my hands.. look into my eyes and say it to me.. I will never say No.."

After he read this.. he was cold.. he slowly closed the diary.. opened the window and looked towards the blue sky.. closed his eyes.. thought for a moment and then went to the bedroom..

he took Shruti's hands in his' ...she slowly opened her eyes.. and looked towards him.. and then he asked her.. "Do feelings change..? do people change..? memories fade..? and someone to whom you have not talked for months.. if he wants to love you.. and kiss your pain away.. would you allow him to..?"

"yes.." she said and hugged him.. and they kissed their way to their new begining.. that fresh rose petal.. spread the aroma.. beautifully..

~~~STEP~~~

Vikash couldn't sleep last night. His parents had come to Delhi.. to see a girl for him..

Whole night he thought.. imagined how life could be.. an unknown girl.. complete strangers.. what wud he say to her.. what wud he ask?

he smoked his whole pack of Milds that night.. even had some whisky that his friend brought from Goa, but the anxiety wasn't less till now..

he sat at the couch staring outside his window.. with questions in his mind all over..

"Utho Vikash.. chalo taiyaar ho jaao.." (Get up Vikash.. get ready..) his dad told him tapping his hand.. "Did't you sleep last night..?? and whats this..?" his dad asked him showing the buds on the floor and the ash that dropped from the ciggi.. "Clean all this.. I dont want your mother to see all this.. and please grow up now..!! you are going to see a girl today.. act mature.."

Vikash hardly could hear or understand anything.. he looked lost.. he stared at the ground and then at his father's face.. he could see his father's lips moving.. but words couldn't reach his ears.. or brain .. may be because it was busy in questions rising since last night..

it was a deadlock occurred there.. he dint know what to do.. what will happen.. what was his father saying??.. "Oh God.. why dint you call me to heavens last night in my sleep only??" Vikash said to himself..

he went inside his washroom.. looked at the mirror.. stared in his own eyes.. and felt something strange..

a sense of confidence was rising in his eyes.. yes he wanted to get married.. yes he wanted someone in his life.. whom he could love..

only the thought of which girl..?? whom he has not seen ever in his life..?? again same questions hovered his thoughts...

he splashed cold water on his face.. his mind calmed down.. he came out.. and wore a simple white shirt with faded blue pair of jeans.. some perfume.. some gel in his hair.. the canvas he bought last month.. watch.. and was now out of his room.. had some cold water.. he called his friend who got married last year.. but he dint pick up his call.. tensed now.. he went to washroom again.. washed hands.. some water on eyes..

suddenly he went back to his room.. opened his almirah.. picked the wallet he forgot to take last time.. opened it and looked at the photograph.. his with his grand father's and wished he could have been here at this point of time.. he cud have hugged him and felt relaxed.. put his Parker pen in his pocket.. closed his eyes for a moment and left the house with his parents.. to meet the girl Roshni..

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they reached the going-to-be Bride's home.. the father welcoming everyone with traditional Namaste and smile on his face..

Vikash saw few girls and found everyone beautiful and charming.. giggling with some actions.. and one of them constantly on her cell phone.. like a secret agent.. talking.. sorry.... whispering something .. that might have been uphill task for the other person to even hear properly..

everyone entered the house... Vikash was nervously looking around the room.. and then suddenly one more girl entered home.. shouting on cell phone.. "yes baba.. I am at home now.. now drop the call.." and on hearing this that secret agent put her cell back in her hand bag..

Vikash asked to himself.. that who was this another girl.. and the answer was she was Roshni.. in Pink Kurta embroided with pearls.. paired with blue denims and lot of colourful bangles..

"Hi Vikash.. Roshni here.. you have come here to talk to me... and I hope you know that we are supposed to agree on this relationship..! So..? Ready to get married..?".. saying this she forwarded her hand ... friendly gesture.. for a hand shake.

Vikash closely looked at her.. she looked beautiful.. never in his life he thought that he cud have such beautiful girl as his girl friend.. he blankly shook hands with her..

He looked at her face.. her face white as milk.. her eyes deep black.. her lips with the most sexy shade of pink colour on it.. small ear rings.. till that time his hands were still holding her hands.. and then he noticed the bangles she wore..

so many colours.. he touched them.. and then looked at Roshni... and asked.. "You love colours... dont you..?" .This was not the question that she was expecting.. she softly said "Yes.. why..? and how did you know..?"

Vikash just smiled and said.."You are wearing may be 100 colours at this moment.. at that point of time when I believe everybody is tensed.. about this relationship.. whether it will be a Yes or No.. but you are colourful from your heart.. from your soul.. I see joy and happiness in each of your words..

I dont know what to ask.. I dont know what to say.. but now I know that you are one such girl whom I can really marry.. I know that I want my life colourful.. I am tired of all Black and Whites.. and I want a companion like you.. to colour it in the most beautiful way.. my life.. "

hearing this Roshni was speechless.. she looked at her parents.. then Vikash's parents.. then she turned around as looked at her friends.. their jaws already dropped.. actually everyone went into a shocked state.. no one had ever seen such a quick arrange marriage's first meet turning into a Yes..

Vikash was still holding her hand.. she looked at Vikash.. his eyes read true.. she felt the sense of commitment in his eyes.. the one who will never ever leave her alone.. one who will love the way she is.. and the one who will always understand her like the way he was doing now..

she smiled... closed her eyes.. and said Yes..