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As a kid we all grow up with dreams , dreams no less than a fairy tale with a beautiful princess and a happily ever after . For some its exactly as in the book .
Ishaan was just another ordinary kid with a pretty dream . He grew up in the mountains ,with the butterflies and the clouds .(Rest left to the readers imagination ).
Nivedita was not just another ordinary kid . She was a princess who grew in ............. well obviously the capital of a big empire .(Rest left to the readers imagination ) .
This story is not about their childhood . Lets just say its a summer day in their mid life or so .
The summer has been hot and humid lately . Inspite of the weather forecasts ,earth was yet to be blessed with showers of love . But that day it was different , the dark clouds had taken over the city and a refreshingly cool breeze was blowing . Science has made life so boring that you seldom need to pull down the curtains and see what's going on outside .But then nature has its own ways to seek attention .The rumbling of the clouds were so loud and clear , as if they were angry with some one .
Ishaan stood by the window of his office looking up at the clouds . They still remembered him , and every now and then were there to keep an eye on his well being . Only that he had been too busy in his little insignificant life that he couldn't find time to look up to them .Some times we are so lost in our lives that we don't want to change a thing about it , and that changes everything . His hands had opened the windows by then , and he could feel the breeze rushing to hug its good old childhood friend .
Nivedita too must have been looking up to them from her office . How the hell do I know what she's thinking .The only thing I know is that she liked dancing in the rain . That's what they did together ...... ummmm sometimes .
As the dark clouds embraced the city into its arm ,and the cold breeze swept it off its feet ; Nivedita crossed his mind . Memories started to pour . Memories that had been burried under several layers of dust and sand . Surprisingly there had been no recent memories that made his lips smile .
He packed his stuff and left for home . There are somethings in life that matter more , and work is not one of them .They say that when you call some one with all the love in your heart , they feel it no matter how much the distance . So he left a message with the cold breeze to be delivered to her that he would be waiting for her , to get drenched in love all over again .He believed that she would come and belief is what makes things happen ,don't they .
He reached home and realized what a mess his house has been lately . He arranged his house , made his bed , and the food and arranged for the right kind of music she liked to dance to . All this had been done so easily , the toughest part was yet to come - wait for her to come over .
He had been on the roof top for quite some time and the clouds seemed too heavy to hold the rain long enough .The wind also seemed tired of playing so hard against the buildings .He closed his eyes and said , " Don't make me wait , just because you know I would ". Heat was oozing out from the earth and the clouds could hold no longer . Droplets of rain started falling to quench its thirst . He could feel the fragrance that rose into the atmosphere , it was as exotic and mesmerising as her's .
He was drenched in love , still with a hope that the clouds would hold on until she arrived . Soon enough he heard foot steps climbing up the stairs . A few moments later there she was with a smile on her lovely face . It has been a long time since he had made her wear that smile . There are times in your life when words can not speak for you , but silence can . Let everything but the tongue do the talking .
He was standing at twenty three steps from her .Twenty three signifies that he remembered her birthday and that in a world where primes were not meant to be together , actually they did . Never in his life had he been more jealous of the rain before , maybe because it smelled her hair , rolled down her cheeks , kissed her lips , held her hand and made her wet while he waited . But it was okay as she did not care about anything else and she was coming for him .
As he held her cheeks in his hand he could see the rainbows across the droplet of water that clung to her nose .It was then only when he realized that his life would rather have been b/w lest for the colors that she brought into his life .He looked into those dark eyes and made a promise that in this life and the next she was the only one that he wanted and then the silence was broken with a kiss .Whoever said that water is the elixir of life must have had it on a woman's lips .
With the clap of a hand , music started to play and they danced into each others arms until it was dark . The clouds were gone in search of more thirsty lands and so was she . He stood alone on the edge with the twinkling stars .
It has been four years since he called her .She recognized his voice ; he could have died of happiness , but he didn't . A few moments later he heard a voice and she had to go , it was bed time . She asked ," Do you still ............. " .And he hung up the phone . He could have died with grief , but he didn't . He still walks the land under the dark sky as an illusion to the living and the dead ............................................................ alike .
Of all the sad words of pen and tongue , the saddest are these ," It might have been .................. ".
For some its exactly as in the book .but for some its not . If only life were a fairy tale ................. luckily for some its a nightmare .
Note :- Written at 5: 24 A.M in notepad. If anybody reads this , do not complain about the fonts or gramattical mistakes or errors in parts of speech or elsewise .
