Even though she was completely busy at work over the next
week, Shreyasi couldn’t help thinking
about him.
Aagney.
The man who had made her leap across the oceans. She wanted to be sure of herself, before she
let him know that she was so close to him.
She could choose her days off at work and she had chosen
Sunday. She wanted to go to the Church and visit Fr. Varghese, to discuss the
possibility of organizing a spiritual seminar for kids at her workplace.
She returned home in the evening on Saturday, tired, but satisfied with the work she had done that
day. She had worked on some brochures about the centre to be handed over to Fr
Varghese, and they had turned out well.
Roshni was waiting for her.
“What plans for the evening, darling ?”, she asked , as
Shreyasi dropped down on the sofa, exhausted, yet smiling.
“What plans ? Nothing. I’m just too tired. Need a hot cup of
coffee, and some toast for dinner. I’m done. I’ll drop down and sleep like a
log,” she answered.
“ Haan ? No way. I’ve booked two seats for us at Khana
Khazana. We’re going now. Come, I’ll give you 15 minutes for the coffee and to
get ready,” Roshni commanded, pulling
her up from the sofa and pushing her into the room. She could get authoritative
when she wanted to, Shreyasi knew that.
And resisting that was futile.
Fifteen minutes later, they were on the way to Khana
Khazana, where, in Roshni’s words, a sumptuous dinner for two was awaiting
them.
A beautiful ambiance, with soft music playing in the
background greeted them when they
reached the hotel. They were escorted to their seats, and were soon served the
food.
“You’d placed the order too ? ,” Shreyasi asked Roshni as
she looked at the delectable spread before them.
“Yeah , did it when you were getting ready. You liked it ?
Nice na?,” she asked, tucking into the spicy chicken curry as Shreyasi settled for the Tandoor rotis with Dal
Makhni.
“ Of course yes, but you should bring your boyfriend here,
not me,” Shreyasi answered, expecting Roshni to throw her spoon at her.
“ I would. But it is not his birthday today. It is your’s,”
Roshni answered, pausing for a moment to look at her.
Indeed. The 22nd
of March. Her birthday.
Shreyasi stopped eating. “ I’d completely forgotten that", she said.
Roshni squeezed her hand.
“I know . I know you’ve not celebrated your birthday ever
since……,” she stopped when Shreyasi looked at her.
“Never mind. I wanted to give you a surprise today. You’d
never allow me to, if I told you before. That’s why I didn’t wish you in the
morning ,” she continued.
“But you remembered, dear. That’s the best thing,” Shreyasi said, hugging her.
“ It’s not for nothing that I’m your best friend, is it ?",
Roshni asked, and smiling, they both finished the dinner.
As they returned, Shreyasi felt that she hadn’t had a better
birthday. Not that she had celebrated
any. She had enough memories to associate with each birthday of hers.
Like her birthday six years back.
The day she had met Aagney for the first time.
As those memories threatened to flow out, just like that, she
heard her mind whisper a warning ……
Be not a slave of the days bygone
Let them fade and not be reborn
Bid goodbye to the memories past
Travel your way to the future fast
Bitterness out, sweetness in
May it light your heart from within
Best is that day when you conquer your soul
And don’t let unhappiness trap it whole…..
To be contd...
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This post has been written for the A to Z Challenge 2015.
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This post has been written for the A to Z Challenge 2015.
I like the way you are putting attention to little details...the ambience at khana khazhana, the emotions of Roshni and Shreyasi..it is lovely to read...without giving out too much at once..keep rocking!
ReplyDelete22nd March is my anniversary!! :D
ReplyDeleteI love your style of narration and I'm so looking forward to the next post :)
ഹാപ്പി ബര്ത്ഡേ, ശ്രേയസി!
ReplyDeleteI'm loving your story, Sreeja. Well narrated. :)
ReplyDeleteJust got a chance to catch up. Love your narration, Sreeja. This poetry I particularly liked. :)
ReplyDelete*Shantala @ ShanayaTales*