The Moments
It was my childhood friend Anurag's wedding and I thought to give it a miss. As my family was going, so I thought I can just excuse myself and keep on with work. A day before his marriage he called me up and asked, 'Rajat, kaha hai tu?' and I replied that 'I'm so sorry yaar, I could probably not make it though I'm trying' to which he replied, 'aisa mat kar yaar, shadi baar bar nahi hoti, tujhe aana hi padega kaise bhi karke, tu aa bus'. I rushed to grab the tickets for Indore and left for his wedding. Had I missed his wedding I would have missed a lot. It had that silent sharing of happiness, a very genuine feeling of friendship and the joy of being in my friends wedding. He kept me close and held my hand when I went on stage. At phere and shadi he kept looking at me from time to time, as if saying to me 'accha lag raha hai ki tu dekh raha hai ki meri shadi ho rahi hai'. Heartfelt... every single moment.
Then I returned to Pune and went to school the next day. A kid, Ruksar, came running to me held my hand and asked me 'Rajat bhaiya tum kaha the, itne din tak kyun nahi aaye... aaj to tumhe mere sath rehna padega' and then I sat there watching her finish her lunch with her friends. She was content in that and so was I. The love this kid showers me with.. though I have never done anything for her, not even brought a single chocolate for her.
Two days, Two persons... both held my hand, shared their joy with me, indebted me with their love and a feeling called APNAPAN.
Then I returned to Pune and went to school the next day. A kid, Ruksar, came running to me held my hand and asked me 'Rajat bhaiya tum kaha the, itne din tak kyun nahi aaye... aaj to tumhe mere sath rehna padega' and then I sat there watching her finish her lunch with her friends. She was content in that and so was I. The love this kid showers me with.. though I have never done anything for her, not even brought a single chocolate for her.
Two days, Two persons... both held my hand, shared their joy with me, indebted me with their love and a feeling called APNAPAN.
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neways wapis se..shru blogging..gud gud!
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Its a great feeling being loved.