“Ek safar,Do ajnabee,Ek kahani” #Rinash OS by Aayu

Batein, Baton Mein Sham Hui,
Ratein, Khwabon Ke Nam Hui,
Tare Kahani Bunte Rahe,

(We kept talking as the evening turned to night.
Dreams like sparkling stars weaved a story for us.)

vansh:- I again dared and with shivering tongue, I asked: “Is everything fine?”

she wiped her tears in a way explaining to me That she will be alright..

Girl:-  yay! Maybe 🙂

I again went silent thinking if she takes me in the wrong way if she mistook my try as an opportunity…

I felt like she is going to say something but….NO!

I was again silent but my inner guts say being an artist you can’s make her smile?

Ankhein, Ankhein Ye Bholi Bholi Boli,
Boli Yeh Kaisi Boli Baithe, Donon Sunte Rahe,

(Eyes spoke innocent words.
What did they say? We listened mesmerized.)

Facing her I was again lost in her beauty, innocence she was definitely hurt..but how, how I understand this by her face..

my inner self said being an artist you also not able to make one smile..

I took it as a challenge and turn to her side and said “have you ever done friendship with yourself..I have done and I break it also cause there were many similarities between us what I will do to make a friend who is an exact copy of me”

and this makes her smile and my heart it starts dancing..

Ye Chalti Hawayein Le Jayein Kahan,
Ye Ik Duje Ke Jane Bina,
Kab Do Dilon Ki Huyi Yariyan,

(Where is the wind carrying us?
How unaware we were when our hearts embraced each other.)

vansh:-I don’t know she was strong enough or not but in my words, she melts for surely

But after that smile, everyone was gawking at me..cause she was laughing hard at my silly joke too..

my inner artist has taken a newborn that day..

it is said na who is suffering is always finding a way to come out from it and who can cry at any topic will surely find a way to laugh too (I can relate)

we spent the remaining time asking and talking about our experiences I said I am a novelist she said she is a poet…

the words we played with and after that, the world has stopped for a while..we were lost

Dil Na Janeya, Na Janeya,
(My heart couldn’t know when it happened. Can’t say when it happened.)

Doori Tere Bina Ye Bhi Adhoori,
Hoke Juda Mujhse Kya Tu Bhi, Dekhe Meri Hi Rah,

(I am incomplete when away from you.
Do you also await me when we are not together?)

Jaise Jeene Ko Sansein Hain Zaruri,
Mere Hone Ki Wajah Tu Hi, Jane Kaise Hua,

(Like it’s important to breathe in order to live,
similarly, you are important for me to live. Can’t say how it happened.)

The flight landed and our hearts crashed with the thought of leaving….

While talking I never thought I have to leave also…

somewhere our heart has met..

I concluded that when I was talking bout relations her eyes were becoming wet and I can say somewhere she is hurt by the word and the world of relation only..

Aa Chal Na Bhulayein Naraziyan,
Ke Ik Duje Ki Mane Bina,
Kab Do Dilon Ki Huyi Yariyan,

(Let’s forget the disappointments.
Without listening to one another, there has been no successful relationship.)

“I said her relations are there that gave pain but it is not necessary to live in that pain”

she somewhat has fallen for my words..

I asked her name “Riddhima” with a bright smile for which credit goes to me…I was happy for some time at least I become medicine for her..

I was about to ask her number but it was late….

we have to go on our paths…

Dil Na Janeya, Na Janeya,
(My heart couldn’t know when it happened. Can’t say when it happened.)

It Feels So Good To Fall In Love,
But How I Fell I’ll Never Know.

2 years later We met at a ceremony well, she was a poet and me a novelist so it was not so unbelieving…

she said meeting me..“Thank you for being my lifetime medicine”

and that time I patted my back..it was like the meaning of being an artist is now fulfilled..

what happened after that we never met but our heart kept on meeting well, we exchanged our numbers in that ceremony….”

curtains dropped and there was a huge round of applause..