Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Naina

Naina, had a very hectic day at work, like everyone getting back home was the best part of her day as well, she had her best friend as her roommate, all the worries and tensions vaporized into thin air when they had their relaxing evening tea. But, her roommate has gone to her home town to meet her parents. So, Naina was in no mood to make tea by herself for herself, else she decided to take an evening stroll in the nearby park and to have tea at the tapri (tea stall) there. She changed into her favorite blue cotton pants and loose t-shirt, wore her comforting flip flops and was out of home in just 5 minutes, on her way walking to the park she was surrounded by the busy traffic, the annoying horn of the cars and the nostalgic smell coming from the street vendors, so she started to stride fast.
As she reached ,the entrance of the park read “ Welcome To Sarojini Park “ she never liked the name Sarojini for the park , she felt as if she was about to enter a museum , no offense to whatever great Sarojini did to have a park named after her , she always thought the park could have some pleasant name like , Nisarg or Wonder  Woods or anything pleasant sounding at least . But it was a well-kept and beautiful park.
The entrance of the park was curved with the blossoming marigold on both hands, which lead way to the vast lush green carpet ahead of it, she could not feel the softness of the grass with her flip flops on. She took her tea from the tapri and was headed to their patent spot, it was a solitary bench from where you could get the best view of the park. There was a beautiful fountain in the middle, adoring it in encircle were wide rings of different flowers, red poppies, white lilies, yellow daffodil. Around flowers was a wide track to walk, jog or to skate. You could see all sorts of people there, having a leisure time with their friends, family and loved ones. Children running around, youngsters playing, families enjoying and couples having a cozy walk and talk.  
Sitting there sipping her tea, she could feel surrounded by all forms of liveliness of life in store, she breathed immense peace, a word she liked a lot, in peace with herself. And wondering how long way she has moved along. Even though she was sitting alone, she could not have been happier, yeah but she did miss her roommate’s glorious talk. Naina herself being a very reserved of person was astonished how some people can talk incessantly without getting tired. As she was running her eyes to see the world around her, they stopped on couple on the other side, as if she knew them and their story. She could only see the side face of the girl and tell that she was pretty, wearing denim jeans and white floral cute top, she had long wavy hair, and had a slim figure.  Sitting there Naina could make out that she had glittering bright eyes filled with love for the guy, she could only see the glimpses of the guy, but he seemed to be very good looking, she could tell that this couple was so in love, the tenderness in way the guy held her hands, the affection with which he was looking into her eyes and talking. Naina, felt a bit jealous, but she was in peace she had her bitter share of experience in love, it was enough for her. But for now she was satisfied in her own small world of friends and family.
On the other side, Priya is sitting close to Amit, trying to be in composure and to shed no tears, her long locks carelessly disturbed her , she tucked them back behind her ears, this was the same place where they always spent their weekends , it was the same her , and the same him. But everything was going change after this day for better. She told Amit, she could no longer take it anymore, it was not like that she had found someone else. She had so much respect and love for Amit. But it was hard on her part to explain that she did not feel the way she had expected or in the same way as he felt. Or she was sad that she was not able to reciprocate the love which she got. This feeling was strangling her from inside. Amit was the best of guys and best of friends, but she just did not feel for him that way, just the thought was making it difficult to breathe for her.
Amit was still holding her hands, calmly hearing but realizing how her sweetheart was tormenting his heart with these words , it was difficult for him to understand that Priya did not love him , he was trying to still find that glitter of love in Priya’s eyes, but eyes her eyes were looking down . She had respect but not love for him.  He then understood and told Priya that he could not be in contact with her anymore, it would be too damn hard for him, to see her, talk to her but not love her or care for her. Because he knew no one could ever love and respect her as the way he did. And he could not live this way. He kissed her hand. This was has to be their last goodbye.

Naina saw the guy kiss the girl’s hand, they stood up and walked away, Naina was happy to see them in love, in peace she had finished her tea and stood to leave too.

3 comments:

Devjyoti Sen said...

Amazing. Felt close at heart, something to relate to with my life. You tend to show both sides of the coin quite well.

shivani said...

somehow i end up writing cliched stuff. So i am now trying to write differently

Pranav Bhole said...

Great!!!