A cold night…….
2 beautiful majestic orbs were watching the stars in the sky….. as if those orbs were searching for someone but don’t know whom to search for…
A cold breeze came and played hide and seek with those loose hair… it was like HE was feeling someone in that breeze, but didn’t know for whom…
His mind and soul were totally blended with the nature…
Suddenly, 2 hands touched two of his shoulders. He was startled and turn back, a smile came running to the lips (killer smile)…
There were two ladies,
1 : kya hua omki shomki puttar, why are you so silent?
He: nothing buama, was just feeling the nature, said with closed eyes.
His voice was so magical that even daytime flowers bloomed at that night….
2: feeling nature or love, the second lady asked with a smile
He: oho dadi, please don’t start your ishqbaazi waali speech again, said with folding hands.
Bua: oh rabji , so kalyani parjaiji ( dadi) you are always talking to them of ishqbaazi? In this age too?
Dadi: oye , (keeping hands on mouth) what about the topic on which you were speaking just now to me?
He: don’t fight both of you (and hugged both of them), ab kya chahiye tum dono? Mere shaadi?
Bua& dadi: haan ji (mockingly)
Dadi: you are a big shayar, always talking about pyaar, you even used to advise billu about pyaar and now he has become the biggest ishqbaazi. Ab kya hua puttar?
His eyes became wet; he knew that none of his answers would satisfy both of them and himself. So he asked both of them to go to his art room.
There he showed them many pictures, just his personal ones, his family moments..
Then he showed a blank white canvas and told them
He: this is my personal canvas, only for my moments. Only my brothers, my mom, both of you, my friends and my sweetie (revealed later) have a space here, no one else will have.
“NO GIRL CAN EVER COLOUR MY CANVAS, IT WILL BE KEPT BLANK IN FRONT OF EVERY GIRL”.
The stars and the breeze gently smiled, as if they knew the truth.
Elsewhere, another girl was watching the SAME STARS and feeling the breeze. She was also intensely watching and feeling them. Suddenly she saw someone in those stars and whispered, “PAPA”…
She ran back with full speed, making the beads of her anklet also to run with her to catch her speed.
Then she took a paint brush. It was so old due to its usage. She happily mixed few colours and began stroking the canvas. Her smile was mesmerising and her touch was so artistic that even in that night the colours began glowing like glitters and the canvas was so white and bright.
But alas….. a face came back to her memory… a face who always made her tremble… a face who made her eyes wet… a face who made her wheat coloured face pale…. she angrily pushed down the canvas
She: hey sankarji, what is this, this is my passion, this is my saans, this is my life, why, why am I not able to do this? What fate is this?
She began crying and ran to her mom’s room. There she saw her mom sleeping peacefully, she went to her and caressed her hair, then took a look at a photo, where her dad, mom and she were standing together.
She went to the window, enjoying the moonlight and told to herself,
She: hey sankarji, I do believe that one day I can do it; maybe this is not the right time. I know you are there for me. But,
“WHEN WILL I COLOUR MY….. MY CANVAS?”
The stars shimmered, the breeze crossed the trees, and they were smiling.
Little did him and she knew about the upcoming story of them, the future journey of them…
Little did they know that both of them were the REAL CANVAS AND COLOURS for each other in their life?
The stars and the breeze were the only witness of their feelings…..
AND OF COURSE THE CANVAS AND COLOURS TOO…..
Hey buddies, this is my first ever ff, am a great fan of dyia, renima, ashwathy, kehkasha,astha, gangu, aditi, bk maha and manymore.
next update mostly on may.
please do drop your comments as this is my first attempt….
this is a rikara ff, but others will be also there.