Hamari Adhuri Kahani (Our Unfinished Story)

Hamari Adhuri Kahani (Our Unfinished Story)

The day there’s a heavy downpour, I was singing at the top of my lungs:

“Tere dilka mere dil se, rista purana hain……” ( The relationship between our hearts, goes back ages).

A 20-something-girl, stepped up to me, looking for my Professor brother. Gradually, I learnt her name, Priya.

 She entered my life like a meteor.

“Why do you always keep yourself locked up? Don’t you wanna enjoy Life?”

I kept mum.

***

“She’s a very lively girl.” Bela Bhabi remarked one night as we were sitting side by side on a bench. “I think she’s the one for you.” She concluded.

***

Another day, Priya chirped out: “No wonder a self-assuming young man like you gets misunderstood often.”

“As if I care!”

“You should. How’d you explain yourself to God when He asks about your god-gifted talent of singing someday?’

“I don’t sing for others.” I blurted out.

“That’s where you’re wrong, Ron. Our greatest happiness comes from making others happy…”

“Thanku, Madam Lecturer.” I answered, teasingly.

There’s a saying that God calls back those dear to Him, young. Priya passed of a massive stroke on her way home from college on a bleak afternoon!

Her untimely demise left me a changed man. Surprising as it might sound, I became a celebrity at around the same time.

“Tonight’s song is dedicated to someone who impacted my life profoundly.” I found my voice choking while addressing the crowds on her first death anniversary. 

I broke into Hamari adhuri kahani next. 

The end 

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