Tanubhrt.This.Side

She was in the middle of the stage, the pandit was chanting the prayers and she could see everyone cheering and laughing. The fire near her was slowly rising up and she could feel the heat in her hand but with his hands, onto her, she felt safe. Moving towards her left, she could clearly see the man holding her hands. He was a tall man and had black eyes, the eyes that seemed familiar. She was thinking of sitting down with the man, of marrying him and leading the perfect life. There at that moment, she had everything one could ask for, her family, her man, and the beautiful fire. But, the flaming fire brought back to her memories of last year.

It was Saturday evening and they had been planning this holiday for a long time. Borne fire, beach around and lots of music. But, he was not to be found until.
“Why have you been so late? I do not like to wait and you know that. ”
“I am soo sorry. I got stuck in the traffic jam.”
” No, you should have known that I hate waiting.”

She was repeating the same line and he looked deep into her eyes and kissed her! He had been late for an hour and she had been waiting for him for so long. But, there they were, completely in love with each other. Sitting together near the borne fire, they both could hear the water from far aside and feel the winds blowing in their ears. It was the perfect time of their lives and they wanted to live each moment of it.

“I have finalized our house.”
“Great! Where is it?”
“It is near the beach with no other house around. Just the way you like it. We have got a master bedroom, with your library attached and there is a special wall where you can scribble all your thoughts. The wall is just next to a window. ”
“Wow! That sounds amazing. It is going to be so much fun living there. ”
“Yeah and for the best part is the kitchen. My experiment area, after all, when will this hotel management degree help me for real?”

She was happy like never before and just when she was about to say a yes, from nowhere, he pulled out two keys and gave it to her. This is the key to your Enfield and your house, our Enfield and our house. But, somehow, she felt the key to Enfield stronger in her hand and the key took her back even further in time, the time when she had not yet met him.

She was wearing the black jacket with a torn jeans. Her hair was not properly made and the kajal was not properly fitted in her eyes. Her bag pack had a deodorant that she had used up and books with scribblings all over. She was having tea at the dhaba where few other men were drinking alcohol. The men were staring at her and she took her tea and stood up. In the next moment, she was there in front of the men, with tea in her hand and camera around her neck.

“Interview doge apna?”
The men with startled look stared her back.
“aree batcheet karoge kya. Mujhe duniya ko sunana h apko kya kehna h?”

There was a minute of silence and after about an hour, she moved away from there with the interview around her neck, the alcohol bottle the men had gifted and a beautiful bye. She crossed the road, to find her love standing there waiting and she quickly sat down on it. It reminded her of the freedom she had, of the dreams she has, her key, her Enfield was more of her than anyone else. Pulling the key, her royal, her Enfield was ready to go, they were ready to go. Dhug, Dhug, Dhug.

The voice brought her back again to the present moment. The band people were beating the drums harder than before, everyone was chattering, the fire was there, the pandit was chanting but also was uneasiness.

Down the stage was a woman dressed as a bride, looking deeply into her eyes. She looked to her left, he had the black eyes that made her feel special, the one hand that made her feel she had been with him since the beginning. She looked deeper into his eyes this time and pulled him closer, sorry for the house, but I am not the right bride. She went down and brought the bride and the groom together and whispered to the bride, “the house belongs to you”.