Update 6
The white corolla drove away taking yet another moment from Ram. His mind kept wandering back to her silky black hair..her beautiful hands…her outstretched arm playing with the rain drops. Life was so strange..all along he kept looking for his Priya- an image etched in his mind..he felt he was not being true to her. All of a sudden, this faceless stranger occupied his thoughts…was she another figment of his imagination?
O Hansini Meri Hansini Kahan Ud Chali
Mere Armano Peh Pankh Lagake
Kahan Ud Chali O Hansini
Ram smiled.. shook his head..his Ipod seemed to read his mind!! Something was wrong with him… he looked out..his mind wandered yet again…lovely silky hair..his hand ached to touch them..to smell the fragrance…
Aaja Meri Sanson Me Mahek Raha Re Tera Gajra
O Aaja Meri Raaton Me Lahek Raha Re Tera Kaja
O Hansini Meri Hansini Kahan Ud Chali
Was she the one he was looking for all these years? Was she the one who made him wait..made him look for her in a crowd of faces…she was something else…
Der Se Laheron Mein Kamal Sambaley Huen Man
O Jeevan Tal Mein Batak Raha Re Tera Hansa
O Hansini Meri Hansini Kahan Ud Chali
Mere Armano Peh Pankh Lagake
Kahan Ud Chali
He came here looking for some quiet time despite his business..but a familiar ache settled in him. He grimaced and told himself to concentrate on work and then meet the Sharmas. He would do it. He smiled thinking of his Choti- she had grown up. He was so proud of her choice.
Priya wore her seat belt and looked absently out of the window.. her flight was getting delayed..not that it mattered. Such things never flustered her. She radiated peace and happiness. Nothing was deliberate- that was simply how she was.. a young woman came to her asking her if she was Priya Sharma- the award winning writer. Priya smiled and nodded. She wanted her autograph..Priya was amused- why her autograph? I am doing something I love- I am not a celebrity. Priya- lovely, unassuming, calm and confident.
That was she alright- but before he came into the picture- his handsome face kept coming to her mind- she had seen him somewhere- but could not quite place him..it annoyed her to no end. Who was he? Why did he affect her thus? She banished further thoughts and tried to focus on her meeting with her publishers.
Ram looked out of his spacious suite at The Carlton hotel. The view was breath taking..the beautiful Kodai lake…fog playing hide and seek…birds going home…yes they went home..did he have a home? Ram, he said to himself- you need a break!
Ram decided to meet the Sharmas as his appointment with the estate agent was later in the day.
The Black Mercedes stopped outside a pristine white bungalow. The beautifully manicured lawns…the rows of lovely roses…the smell of jasmine..he felt at peace. He walked across to meet Mr Sudhir Sharma and Mrs Shipra Sharma- Karthik’s parents. Ram went to them, folded hands in a Namaste and touched their feet. The Sharmas were surprised- The Ram Kapoor- but what a simple man he was. Totally unaffected by money or fame. A lot like their Priya- the Sharmas looked at each other- their thoughts in tandem.
Sudhir: Mr Kapoor, really very happy to see you Sir.
Ram: Please, sharminda math kijiye..call me Ram.
Sudhir: (laughs) Ok Ram, very nice to meet you. How do you like Kodaikanal?
Ram: It is very nice..looks around..your gardens are so beautiful.
Sudhir: (proudly) that is because of my daughter. She loves her plants.
Ram: Sir, main aapke bête Karthik se mila. Unhone bataya hoga. I came with a formal proposal for my sister Natasha. Sir kya aapko manzoor hai? Natasha is well brought up. Though she has always lived in luxury, she is deep rooted in culture as well.
Sudhir: Haan beta..Priya ne bataaya Natasha ke baare mein.. she told us she is a lovely girl.
Ram’s heart misses a beat.
Ram: Priya?
Sudhir: Oh sorry beta..Priya is our daughter. Karthik’s elder sister..she is a writer.
Ram: Priya Sharma??? The award winning writer- is she your daughter- have read about her. She does not come in front of the media.
Sudhir: Yes, the same. She is a very private person. She doesn’t like publicity.
They spent a good one hour discussing plans so the two families could meet. Shipra plied Ram with samosas and goodies.
Priya’s meeting with her publishers was good and she decided to come back early. There was nothing to keep her at Chennai. Luck was on her side and she got an earlier flight back home..she called her parents to inform them that she was coming home early and Shipra filled her with all the details of Ram’s visit..
Priya smiled…her mother was becoming like Karthik..singing Ram Kapoor’s praises. He must be a good man! Priya reached home to more and more talk of Ram… her parents were smitten by the Ram charm.
Morning came and Priya got into her running shoes yet again…today she wanted to run alongside the Kodai lake..the calm waters seemed to beckon her…yet again….the feeling of being watched…
Ram opened the curtains to look at the calm Kodai lake..the birds chirped happily ..the sun rays spread quiet warmth and the waters glistened. A lone jogger- her hair in a pony…beautiful….Ram kept watching her as she jogged gracefully…his mind going back to that lady in his dreams…oh but can’t see her face..Ram sighed..he realised he was searching for her again..
Today he was planning to visit one of the local orphanages to discuss about building a new wing for them. He felt good today…there was something in the air..something said..maybe today..maybe .
He wore his black Armani suit..Red Hermes tie..his Rolex and left for the orphanage..
He entered the place and was rendered speechless…the air filled with a beautiful voice..singing a soulful bhajan…
Gopala Radha Lola….Murali lola Nandalala…
The children sang after her…
He stood there mesmerised by the melodious voice… her voice was like….like …he could not describe..just that he felt his eyes moisten with tears..she sounded so peaceful..so happy..who was she?
The kids thanked her…Thank you Di…and she laughed..wasn’t that the sweetest sound he heard…
Ram, he told himself…Tu gaya kaam se..a faceless woman- her hair , her hands now here is one with a beautiful voice..how many people are you chasing?
He smiled, shook his head and walked inside confidently…
Priya caught a glace at the handsome man entering the orphanage…Oh my God how did he come here? How can he? I dreamt of this guy..and he is real!!!
Her hands shook and went to her flushed face. God am I crazy? Was he real then? Who was he?
She quickly left the building and went straight home.
Sudhir and Shipra saw Priya and knew something was wrong. The normally calm daughter seemed disturbed..very disturbed today.
Priya went and washed her face..that flush would not go away.
Shipra: Priya…yeh lo tumhaari chai
Priya : thanks ma..I need it badly.
Shipra: Kya hua beta? Are you alright.
Priya: Yeah I am fine ma..absolutely fine…what a big lie that was!
Shipra: Beta aaj Ram aa rahe hain dinner pe..khane pe kya banaayen?
Priya: Don’t worry ma..I will cook. Aap relax kijiye.
She had to stop thinking about him..and concentrate in cooking dinner. But mmmm mushkil hai.
The white corolla drove away taking yet another moment from Ram. His mind kept wandering back to her silky black hair..her beautiful hands…her outstretched arm playing with the rain drops. Life was so strange..all along he kept looking for his Priya- an image etched in his mind..he felt he was not being true to her. All of a sudden, this faceless stranger occupied his thoughts…was she another figment of his imagination?
O Hansini Meri Hansini Kahan Ud Chali
Mere Armano Peh Pankh Lagake
Kahan Ud Chali O Hansini
Ram smiled.. shook his head..his Ipod seemed to read his mind!! Something was wrong with him… he looked out..his mind wandered yet again…lovely silky hair..his hand ached to touch them..to smell the fragrance…
Aaja Meri Sanson Me Mahek Raha Re Tera Gajra
O Aaja Meri Raaton Me Lahek Raha Re Tera Kaja
O Hansini Meri Hansini Kahan Ud Chali
Was she the one he was looking for all these years? Was she the one who made him wait..made him look for her in a crowd of faces…she was something else…
Der Se Laheron Mein Kamal Sambaley Huen Man
O Jeevan Tal Mein Batak Raha Re Tera Hansa
O Hansini Meri Hansini Kahan Ud Chali
Mere Armano Peh Pankh Lagake
Kahan Ud Chali
He came here looking for some quiet time despite his business..but a familiar ache settled in him. He grimaced and told himself to concentrate on work and then meet the Sharmas. He would do it. He smiled thinking of his Choti- she had grown up. He was so proud of her choice.
Priya wore her seat belt and looked absently out of the window.. her flight was getting delayed..not that it mattered. Such things never flustered her. She radiated peace and happiness. Nothing was deliberate- that was simply how she was.. a young woman came to her asking her if she was Priya Sharma- the award winning writer. Priya smiled and nodded. She wanted her autograph..Priya was amused- why her autograph? I am doing something I love- I am not a celebrity. Priya- lovely, unassuming, calm and confident.
That was she alright- but before he came into the picture- his handsome face kept coming to her mind- she had seen him somewhere- but could not quite place him..it annoyed her to no end. Who was he? Why did he affect her thus? She banished further thoughts and tried to focus on her meeting with her publishers.
Ram looked out of his spacious suite at The Carlton hotel. The view was breath taking..the beautiful Kodai lake…fog playing hide and seek…birds going home…yes they went home..did he have a home? Ram, he said to himself- you need a break!
Ram decided to meet the Sharmas as his appointment with the estate agent was later in the day.
The Black Mercedes stopped outside a pristine white bungalow. The beautifully manicured lawns…the rows of lovely roses…the smell of jasmine..he felt at peace. He walked across to meet Mr Sudhir Sharma and Mrs Shipra Sharma- Karthik’s parents. Ram went to them, folded hands in a Namaste and touched their feet. The Sharmas were surprised- The Ram Kapoor- but what a simple man he was. Totally unaffected by money or fame. A lot like their Priya- the Sharmas looked at each other- their thoughts in tandem.
Sudhir: Mr Kapoor, really very happy to see you Sir.
Ram: Please, sharminda math kijiye..call me Ram.
Sudhir: (laughs) Ok Ram, very nice to meet you. How do you like Kodaikanal?
Ram: It is very nice..looks around..your gardens are so beautiful.
Sudhir: (proudly) that is because of my daughter. She loves her plants.
Ram: Sir, main aapke bête Karthik se mila. Unhone bataya hoga. I came with a formal proposal for my sister Natasha. Sir kya aapko manzoor hai? Natasha is well brought up. Though she has always lived in luxury, she is deep rooted in culture as well.
Sudhir: Haan beta..Priya ne bataaya Natasha ke baare mein.. she told us she is a lovely girl.
Ram’s heart misses a beat.
Ram: Priya?
Sudhir: Oh sorry beta..Priya is our daughter. Karthik’s elder sister..she is a writer.
Ram: Priya Sharma??? The award winning writer- is she your daughter- have read about her. She does not come in front of the media.
Sudhir: Yes, the same. She is a very private person. She doesn’t like publicity.
They spent a good one hour discussing plans so the two families could meet. Shipra plied Ram with samosas and goodies.
Priya’s meeting with her publishers was good and she decided to come back early. There was nothing to keep her at Chennai. Luck was on her side and she got an earlier flight back home..she called her parents to inform them that she was coming home early and Shipra filled her with all the details of Ram’s visit..
Priya smiled…her mother was becoming like Karthik..singing Ram Kapoor’s praises. He must be a good man! Priya reached home to more and more talk of Ram… her parents were smitten by the Ram charm.
Morning came and Priya got into her running shoes yet again…today she wanted to run alongside the Kodai lake..the calm waters seemed to beckon her…yet again….the feeling of being watched…
Ram opened the curtains to look at the calm Kodai lake..the birds chirped happily ..the sun rays spread quiet warmth and the waters glistened. A lone jogger- her hair in a pony…beautiful….Ram kept watching her as she jogged gracefully…his mind going back to that lady in his dreams…oh but can’t see her face..Ram sighed..he realised he was searching for her again..
Today he was planning to visit one of the local orphanages to discuss about building a new wing for them. He felt good today…there was something in the air..something said..maybe today..maybe .
He wore his black Armani suit..Red Hermes tie..his Rolex and left for the orphanage..
He entered the place and was rendered speechless…the air filled with a beautiful voice..singing a soulful bhajan…
Gopala Radha Lola….Murali lola Nandalala…
The children sang after her…
He stood there mesmerised by the melodious voice… her voice was like….like …he could not describe..just that he felt his eyes moisten with tears..she sounded so peaceful..so happy..who was she?
The kids thanked her…Thank you Di…and she laughed..wasn’t that the sweetest sound he heard…
Ram, he told himself…Tu gaya kaam se..a faceless woman- her hair , her hands now here is one with a beautiful voice..how many people are you chasing?
He smiled, shook his head and walked inside confidently…
Priya caught a glace at the handsome man entering the orphanage…Oh my God how did he come here? How can he? I dreamt of this guy..and he is real!!!
Her hands shook and went to her flushed face. God am I crazy? Was he real then? Who was he?
She quickly left the building and went straight home.
Sudhir and Shipra saw Priya and knew something was wrong. The normally calm daughter seemed disturbed..very disturbed today.
Priya went and washed her face..that flush would not go away.
Shipra: Priya…yeh lo tumhaari chai
Priya : thanks ma..I need it badly.
Shipra: Kya hua beta? Are you alright.
Priya: Yeah I am fine ma..absolutely fine…what a big lie that was!
Shipra: Beta aaj Ram aa rahe hain dinner pe..khane pe kya banaayen?
Priya: Don’t worry ma..I will cook. Aap relax kijiye.
She had to stop thinking about him..and concentrate in cooking dinner. But mmmm mushkil hai.
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