Love stories, there have been many since agesBut few that connect heartbeats and breezesEntwined into a bond, by the pool of mysteryIt’s a besotting saga of Arnav and Khushi The attraction was there, right from the startIn spite of all fights, they couldn’t be apartInseparable they were, during war and peaceTheir heartbeats became one in the presence of breeze Their separation was painful, their unity sublimeTheir love only strengthened with the passage of timeTheir story enthralled us and made us…
arnav and khushi
“no, aman, complete media ban… that’s it… what?!! main ne kaha na, nobody, no newspaper, magazine, channel.. no a no b, no z… no one. i want complete silence for a while. please make sure that happens.” he finished his call abruptly, picked up his jacket, shrugged it on smoothly, and turned to leave the room. “khushi!!!” he called out, obviously in a hurry, “khushi, where are you… i’m getting late!” “thahriye… ek minute, ek minute,” she rushed in from…
The white SUV was speeding away on the Yamuna Expressway, heading towards Agra. Arnav and Khushi had started early in the morning for this road trip. Arnav had a meeting in Agra and decided to take Khushi along to spend the evening at the Taj Mahal. Khushi was thrilled, as this way, while Arnav was at the meeting, she would also be able to spend some time with Preeto, who now lived on the outskirts of Agra. It was a…
INDEX asr breathed in sharply. what was that? he’d felt something spike near the middle of his chest. a warmth seemed to be spreading in the centre of his throat. his eyes had gone still. she was standing there at the top of the stairs… stairs he had rushed up and down practically every day of his adult life… his stairs, dammit. and she was now there, adorned in layers of red that he had seen in his mind,…
nainam chindanti shastrani nainam dahati pavakah na chainam kledayanty apo na sosayati marutah” the soul can never be cut into pieces by any weapon, nor burned by fire, nor moistened by water, nor withered by the wind. ~~~ bhagwat gita: chapter two verse 23 ~~~ khushi was standing at the poolside, amma had just spoken to rahim chacha, khushi could feel her mother’s tears still and the silent sorrow in the bent shoulders of the frail, elderly servant of…
INDEX akash came tripping lightly down the stairs humming a song to himself. “don’t you love her madly… don’t you need her badly…” he could hold a tune well and in college he was always the one chosen to sing whenever the need arose. shyly pushing back his glasses on his nose he’d sing obligingly, never one to fuss or demand attention. “don’t you love her waaayyys,” he let his voice lengthen the note enjoying its essence… he did…