The Glimpses....

The Glimpses...

Zindagi ki talkhiyan deti hain khwaabon ko janam ..

aarzoo jaadu ke sehra mien mujhe dauraye hai...

Glimpse 1- I saw me and him walking under a star studded sky.. No lights.. But full moon glowing the still night.. It's a normal walk .. But the difference is he instead of hurriedly walking the distance like a task to just mechanically reach the destination .. Instead in my glimpses he actually slows down.. Makes me slow down too.. Then he points to the sky.. Whispers something .. I smile...And then he coaxes me to sit down under the khula aasman .. Make me Close my eyes and imbibe the stillness .. We just sit there for few mins.. In silence.. Absorbing the beauty and quietness ..we don't say a word .. But we still talk a lot .. It's just 5-6 mins extra than what the usual mechanical walk might have taken but it makes such a huge diff to a craving soul like me...this glimpse made me smile.. 

Another one-I am sitting on my terrace garden.. With my morning cup of tea.. It's quite soothing.. I can hear the sparrows chirping happily taking dips in my tiny bird bath.. I am softly " gungunaooing" a tune.,,He walks in .. Instead of customary quick morning kiss or hug.. Or a cursory compliment of how beautiful I am looking blah blah.,,Instead he tip toes in the garden... Quietly sits with me... And makes me hear the sound  of music created by that rare migratory bird that has recently been spotted in our campus ... I can see myself swooning at that rare musical treats..

Glimpse 3- I am reading out Majaz or Faiz to him.. Though he can't read it .. He can fully comprehend and feel the beautiful play of words..he swoons and suddenly breaks into a " dhun"...a tune of random rhapsody and appreciation.. I laugh loud at his " slightly out of tune" random piece but nevertheless I am happy.. Pure bliss written on my face with knowledge that he is as affected by these poetic interplay of words as me.. The poetic bonhomie clearly visible and palpable between us..,

Glimpse 4- it's almost 11 pm.. Whole home is sleeping.. I am jotting down something in my Dear Diary. I decide to call it a day around 11.30 pm and quietly go back to my bedroom .. Expecting him to be fast asleep by now.. And as I slid in to my bed .. I can hear him get up and then he gently pulls me out of the bedroom.. It's very quite.. Whole home is asleep except Posto who decides to follow us too.. He tiptoes me out of the home out into the open .. With Posto trailing behind us we walk into the still night..  We are soon right into the deep forest of the campus.. It's dark .. Quite.. And I look up to him with questions and apprehensions .. He smiles back at me with fingers on his lips and says " sh ! sh ! Just hear the sound of jungle at night.. When the rest of the world sleeps jungle sounds can be mesmerising.. Njoy these peculiar sounds of the woods".. I smile and immerse myself into it.. Forgetting for once about the task of sleeping on time .. We just roam in the jungle quietly for an hr .. Smiling at the startled fox who bumps into us on the way.. The peacefully grazing antelopes look up at us anxiously as they hear us approach and then probably on deciphering that perhaps we are harmless wild life freaks.. They decide to continue grazing and look away calmly.. The rustling and bustling of dry leaves under our feet as we walk through them..  Adds up to the peculiar jungle sounds... It's a little chilly Night.. It's almost 12 am.. on our way back he ushers me to a tiny overnight dhaba in the campus which has steaming cutting chai being served with pipe hot paranthas at this hr.. .. We sit quietly on one of the rocks near Dhaba sipping our Cosy cup of tea....absorbing the warmth and stillness in the ambience.. and as we walk back to home with Posto springing right behind us .. He turns to me and whispers " Happy Wedding Anniversary Biwi" ... I see my eyes twinkle for once with pure joy and excitement that they often used to shine with  long time back when I was a lil girl.. I don't say anything to him just continue to smile in foolishly in the dark and walk back to our home... 

Glimpse 5- We are both sitting in front of our tiny cottage nestled in the midst of hills sipping hot cup of coffee.. Engrossed in our own worlds.. It's been 3 hrs since we last spoke .. I suddenly look up from the book I was lost in ...to find him squinting hard to focus on something he was trying to concentrate on.. He looks so engrossed.. My curiosity is aroused I put the book aside to get up .. And he murmurs without looking up " hmmm don't get up.. Don't move.. Don't change the way u were scratching your stupid nose with that half broken pencil,. Or the way you were making ring roles of your side hair around your fingers ..don't change that lost expression pl.. " unable to control my curiosity any longer I snatch at the notebook he seemed to be working on.. And behold! There I actually find myself staring back at me from his scrapbook.,,. It is me in different moods .. a slightly lost me.. Lost in a book .. Or a thoughtful me maybe lost in my thoughts ,..me engrossed in a book..half smiling.. Yes ! scratching my stupid nose with that half broken pencil .. Or me making those ring roles of my side hair..around my  little finger.. Almost half smiling absent mindedly to myself.. He had captured my different moods so well.. I laugh loud and say " tumne toh mujhko aur mere moods ko arrest kar liya hai"... He smiled sheepishly and shot back " wohi toh nahin kar paa raha hoon"..