Aditya's Diaries
This is from before the days of blogging, when the book was where the soul could be poured into. Aditya maintains a personal diary for his thoughts. What follow are some random leaflets (most of them being parts of the leaflets) from his diary. The entries focus on his encounters/experiences/meetings with Anushree - a good friend.
25 Nov 2006
"Haan utar.. tank pe mil. Misal khate hain", saying so Mukul disconnected. I had just reached. My weekend getaway home was messy. Thought of giving it a quick clean-up before Misal. Picked up the broom and started dusting superficially. Detailed session awaited tomorrow. Cleaned up the bedroom. Looked down the window to see if Mukul was already at the tank. Nopes, he wasn't. That would give me 3 more mins to clean up the kitchen as well.
"Dard-e-dil ... dard-e-jigar ... dil me jagaya aapne .." Rafi saab sang beautifully on the radio, as I came into the Kitchen. Paatrams lay on the kitchen medai absorbing dust. Jhaadoo was not the best instrument to clean up the dust on them. Opened up the kitchen window to pull up the spare cloth for cleaning purposes. *Flutter* *Flutter* ... 2 pigeons flew as I opened the window, and took in the cloth. Feather pieces everywhere. Did some elementary cleaning and decided that's enough for the day. The cloth was reinstated at its position. Bent over the window and strained to see whether Mukul was already down there. He was. Talking on the phone. That would give me another couple minutes. I stretched to pull the window. And that's when it struck ...
I could see her from between the branches and leaves of the Gulmohar that stood on the garden between the two building. She stood there on the balcony with her mother. The cool November breeze patted my face. It was as if the wind decide to start blowing right then. I kept looking at her. The breeze made her hair fall over her face. Ah. Such grace as never seen before. Aesthetically, she pushed that lock of hair behind her ears. If that were not enough, she also did her mother's hair with equal elegance. Aahaa. I guess that's what is called pure innocence. Some of the flowers in the garden blushed, I'm sure. All of a sudden, the wind stopped. The air became still once again. I strained once again to see her. But couldn't see her. The balcony was empty now. By some force of nature, the leaves of the branches now came right in the line of sight mostly blocking my view. *Curses*
"Apun ka raaj hai kisi ka darr nahi, duniya me raaj hai koi fikar nahi"...rang my cell. "Abe utar na .. kya kar raha hai ..." shouted Mukul. I came to senses, closed the window, washed my hands and left. Missile had left, misal awaited now...
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