Next Dawn, Orphanage
Geet was brooming garden floor. She awoke before all. Or say, could not sleep whole night so was waking earlier. She was diverting her mind, her thought , trying to think something old.. but no, It seemed impossible. This new thought captured her mind like never before. Her gaze was on ground. One single dirt was her foe. She would remove it from her sight. Her hand was like machine. Like if needed, she would take entire day to clean those muddy soiled floor until she would see her own reflection in it. She would spend her entire life , cleaning it, making it polished, though she knew, it was not possible. But what she could do. This solid, dirty ground was her life. She knew she could not make it shine still, she was wishing it. She was longing her life to be shine like others. She wanted to have reflection of Maan, in her muddy life. But she knew, she was wishing a dream come true.
“ahhh” a thorn pricked her leg. She closed her eyes in pain and clutched tight. She bit lips, made it red in suppressing pain. She sat on ground and looked. It was a thick thorn. She touched it and winched . It was hurting. She looked around, anyone for help. There was no one and suddenly she saw a pair of black eyes. Those eyes looked her then her leg. It shrieked. He headed toward her. She could not blink. He reached her and bend, sat down very close to her, on his knee. She was looking him like her last breath was waiting for him only. He looked her with so much concern and touched , her leg. She shivered. He took her hand and removed from ankle. His hand caressed her skin like a feather. She closed her eyes feeling him. She had smile. She was surrounded with white n yellow lights. It was warm. She felt her pain is compressing. She felt a winch and then cold. Lights vanished. Warmth vanished. She opened eyes and found, she was alone…still alone in this muddy dirty garden .. “ Maan” she whispered… and pull thorn self…
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Maan opened his room. He was ready, again for living his life like before. He knew, she was not at fault. She did what she had to. She dint know how much, he started to carve for her. She dint know how he started to accept her, in his abandoned life. She dint know , how he wanted to have her.. own her but she knew nothing and it was not her fault. He had no complain to her. No misunderstanding .. nothing. “ She is nothing to me ” he decided and resumed his life ..
Night
Maan was not sleeping. He was quite. His life had been silent. No stirring, no movement nothing, like before. He was not working tonight, though he had lots of. Whole day he was obstinate, he wont miss her but night, this night was not making his heart in peace. He was longing for Geet. He sound her giggle her prasense.. he was desiring..
He stood from bed and went to corner of room. He looked his binned gift. It was still there, looking him back with tearful eyes. Maan heart melted. He picked it up and opened. He looked that beautiful material which had no charm rested now. It had been dull with feeling of been rejected. Maan held that suit and caressed, lovingly. He smiled. How fondly he had brought this dress for her. He opend his door and came out. He looked mansion from up. It was dark all around. He went down, to her room. Pushed door. Heartily wished, she was there , in her room, laying, sleeping peacefully. He opened fully and stepped inside. It was gloomy. A thin beam of moon was enough, to see reality of this lifeless room. Maan went to her bed and with love, lied dress down, like she was sleeping there. He felt room complete. He sat on her chair. Rested head back and slept… calmly.
Next Day
“ hello.. nakul bhaiya ” Geet said
“Geet!! … how are you ” nakul asked
“mai thik hu .. wo.. nakul bhaiya.. how is Maanji ” she asked.. since last day, she was feeling he was not well. Something was not good and finally , she gathered courage to call.. Nakul told about Maan. Their conversation and Maan condition. Nakul had been seen Maan and could guess, something is bothering him. Geet became more restless. She decided to go back.
In two hour Geet was in km. But she was not that Geet anymore. Everything has changed and therefore she was feeling stranger yet more familiar. Maan who had been her owner, had been became possessor of her heart as well. Not only heart but her life was his . She was feeling jitter inside . Everything she would touch now, would have been touched by him, it gave her goosebumps.
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She was in kitchen. Frustrated. Preparing food “ hadd hai .. khana nahi khaya do din se.. asa bhi kya kaam ki khaana hi bhul jaao.. aur ye nakul bhai bhi na.. bilkul khyaal nahi hai Maanji ka.. ek phone nahi kar sakte thy mujhe agar wo khana nahi kha rahe thy. Aur mai bhi toh bilkul jhalli hu.. apne baare me hi sochti rah gayi.. ye bhi nahi socha ki Maanji ko mere haan ke bane khaane ki aadat hai .. mai bhi toh puch sakti thi ek baar ..per nahi.. ab wo bhukhe kaam kar rahe honge.. bilkul apne baare me nahi sochte.. ” she was blabbering and fastening her speed. She prepared, filled tiffin and sent to Maan. She was so much worry about him, why he dint eat. What happened in two days. Should she ask?? she was not wanting to face him after her realization but was not ready to leave him alone… I would try.. “ mai unse baat karungi ” she determined…
