Part 9:
Unlike everyday, today was something special. I woke up at 6:30 AM from my cosy bed. Gliding the curtains to one side, I opened my bedroom windows. I felt the feathery breeze on my face and glittering sunshine on my eyes. I smiled at tip and winked my eyes listening to birds. I stepped to brush my teeth and splash cool water on my face. After wipping the wet, I suped a glass of warm water and ate a spoon of chamvanprash. I dressed in track pant, a sport shoe, a cotton mask and walked down my house to get the cycle from garage. I started riding the cycle and felt a blow of wind refreshing my body. I drew a while and was surprised to hear peacock chirping along the roadway. To my happiness, a peacock crossed with radiant feathers and beautiful eyes. I stood there gazing peacock for a while and enjoyed as it gradually flew in air. With an ecstasy in my heart, I drove further for 30 minutes to sweat and finally reached my home back with a smile. Thanking almighty for a good start.-
I'm that girl
who'd walk to work
calm as can be
come morning
akin the fresh, lush leaves
and smooth roads.
That you'd
hardly even guess
it rained mad
tonight.
//I'm That Girl - Part 9-
अब कहानी से थोड़ा अलग चलते है
बचपन की यादों को चुनते है
थी मैं छोटी, स्कूल में थी पढ़ती
कलाम थे मेरे हीरो, उनके सारे आर्टिकल्स थी रखती
पढ़ रहे थे पापा मेरे अखबार
पढ़ा हैडलाइन ,कलाम आये हमारे राज्य इस बार
पर पापा थे परेशान कलाम कही दिख नही रहे
फ़ोटो में हमारे राज्य के आदिवासी ही भरे
फिर पापा को वहाँ मिले कलाम
वो वहाँ हो गए थे बिल्कुल उनके समान
ना कोई घमंड और ना दिखावटी शान थी उनमे
जैसे देश वैसा भेष, यही बात थी उनमे
जिससे मिलते दिल छू लेते उसका
यही तो सबसे अलग बात थी उनमे-
AMAN'S SECOND LOVE SPEAKING
PART 9 (Captain Aman)
Years passed and I was used to breathe his memories which enveloped me from day to night.His training ended and it was time for his posting.I was a little worried that day.Though my worry thereby could never be a deciding factor.Phone rung and fate played its role.Yes, it was Kashmir.Like a common Indian girl the moment I heard the name,I started crying and complaining against the insensitive nature of the officials.Aman though on the other side of the phone started laughing."Hahaaha..You are speaking as if people only go to Kashmir to become Martyr.Believe me,I too used to think like that before.But after these long periods of training,its very clear to me that soldiers are dying everywhere but we are only concerned with Kashmir.Negative popularity.Nothing else" I couldn't make out whether that was the truth or just my consolation.
Time flew and soon my filmy Aman got his dream title of "Captain Aman" and bravely led his team for many missions.But one thing all through these years remained same.Whenever I used to call him our "gradually reduced" conversations started with-
-"Hello, who's there?"
-"Aman's second love speaking."
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IS THIS REALLY LOVE?
Part9: Bhavya
While returning home..
"Saad, I really don't get it! After knowing about them? You still loved Anu?" Pragya asked.
"Yes Pragya, I love Anwesha, & I will always do, I didn't expect anything in return, but after Bhavya left, I didn't have any other option than to propose to her!" Saad replied.
"Then why did she ask me to save her from you?" Pragya asked.
"Because, Ajay was standing behind you. He was following you from the day you joined. Ajay knew that you are Bhavya's sister. And being involved in Bhavya's sudden death, he kept an eye on us." Saad replied,
"Us?" Pragya was shocked. Ajay? Really?
"Tell me what happened to Bhavya? And what is it about Ajay? Please, everything Saad!" Tears rolled from her eyes.
"Bhavya was modelling for our new ad. She used to visit our office time to time and she became my friend. I myself introduced her to Anu! I don't know when they both fell in love with each other. But one day Ajay asked Bhavya out and she rejected his proposal." He paused.-
#MyDiaries
~Illusion
#Chapter10: Swamp
Helpless yet again, I took Sumit to a doctor for a check-up and was told that due to low BP he fainted as his stomach seems to be empty and needs to be kept on glucose. With no clue to what's happening, as one says Pooja is the culprit, other says she is not, whom to believe and whom not.
I went to office to get some clue from Ajay, but he was not in office that day, so to extend my investigation, I visited the PathLab later that day. They denied to disclose any information, but agreed to check in their system whether the reports were generated from their lab or not. And yes, the reports have a valid report ID and seemed genuine.
Gosh!! If she was raped, then why Rathi made that fake story to portrait her own wife as the culprit. Also, why is Pooja tortured in the asylum. Sumit was reported missing, then what was he doing in the asylum, pleading for her sister.
Banging my head in confusion, I decided to meet Rathi again, so I went to his home directly to seek answers yet again.
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#MyDiaries
~Illusion
#Chapter9: The Verse
Priya was standing on the boundary of the terrace, all sweating and crying. Standing beneath I was shouting 'Priya don't jump, Priya don't jump' and a sudden push. 'Priyaaaaaaaa...' and I woke up from the dreadful dream. After 48hours of continuous surprises and tiring sleepless nights, the only scene I could dream when I finally got some sleep.
The clock says it's 4am, restless I stood up in all anger, picked all my findings and went to the Park, sat on the same bench, trying to sum up the entire scenario.
- Pooja sitting on a bench with my poems and crying.
- The medical reports shared by Ajay, depicting rape.
- Ajay stating that Mr. Rathi is a good person and he is helping us.
- Sumit's kidnapping.
- Then Mr. Rathi telling about Pooja's syndrome and marking her the prime suspect of the murder.
If Pooja is the murderer, then why Rathi married her? And what about the reports, they stated rape! How can reports deny very evident wind choking and report rape!;
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