Compañero – The New Dawn

Compañero – The New Dawn

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DISCLAIMER: ALL NAMES AND INCIDENTS ARE FICTITIOUS, blah blah and more blah is mere co-incidence.

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Link For Chapter 1: Compañero – Am I Dreaming?

Link For Last Chapter: Compañero – The Modern Day Love Story

The New Dawn

Next evening

“You remember you said that I somewhat resemble Shivangi.” Alia said.

“No,” I said, “Not somewhat, but to a large extent.”

“How?”

“What? How is that a question?”

“I mean how do I resemble her?”

“In every way.”

“Like?”

“Like.. meeting me the most unexpected way, then becoming so close to me, then being best friends, sharing secrets. And then your smile, childish habbits, knowing when to act maturely, everything about you makes me remember her. It feels like I have got her back.”

“Woah!!! You got me huh!”

“Yeah. I got you. The best thing happened to me after I met Shivangi.”

“So sweet Adi..”

“I adore you Alia.”

“Me too babe.”

“Babe huh? Another similarity.”

And she laughed, and that was the most wonderful thing about her. She never hesitated to laugh out loud, she was a free bird. And I loved this about her. But I was quite reserved, still, you see, opposites attract.

“You stopped talking with girls after her?”

“Nope. As I promised, I’ve be happy and to name my daughter as Shivangi, I’ve to marry a girl no. So I talk to girls, flirt with them, but you know, there’s a different type of comfort when you talk with the one that’s meant to stay in your life.”

“And you haven’t yet found that girl, with whom you could get that comfort?”

“I hadn’t. But Mr. Krishnan Fuckboi Iyer’s marriage changed things.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Stop making me blush.”

“I always say what’s true.”

“Speechless!! Again!!”

“Haha!”

“Why are you writers so good with your words?”

“May be that’s why we’re writers.”

“Hahaha!!! Yeah… Acha bye now. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Okay sweetheart. Bye.”

A simple, sweet and sober love story: And That’s How It Was Meant To Be

And we hung up the call. There was always a unique sense of relaxation whenever I talked to her. She was unique herself. The way she was, her lifestyle, her way of talking, her ability to make me talk, the way she laughed, everything was attracting me to her.

Time went by, we talked a lot, knew about each other, had some fights, but at the end, we were together.

3 weeks later

“Let’s meet?” She asked.

“Why? What happened?” I enquired.

“I don’t think that I need a reason to meet my best friend.”

“Haha! Right. Where shall I come Master?”

“Starbucks? They’re offering drinks at 100 this saturday.”

“Oh God! My master is a digital age begger.”

“Hahahaha!!!”

“I’ll pick you up from your office. Then we’ll decide.”

“Sure. When will you come?”

“Saturday. Tomorrow. 5 in the evening.”

“Okay Master.”

“Bye.”

“Bbyee.”

Next evening I went to pick her up from her office. She came out at 5:15.

“Punctuality is rare these days.” I said as she entered the car.

“I’m very sorry Adi.”

“Alright now. Let’s not wait anymore and tell me where to go.”

“What? I asked you about it.”

“Yeah. And I said that we’ll decide.”

“So where can we go now?”

“Umm.. it’s partly cloudy, and with this wind, it’ll be an awesome sunset. So where can we enjoy sunset in Delhi?”

“Lemme search.”

“It should be at most 1 hour drive from here. We’re already late and we’ve to be there before sunset.”

“Don’t give such taunts yar!”

“Search fast!” I said, while trying not to laugh.

“Hauz Khas Village, Qutub Minar, Jama Masjid, Lodhi Gardens..”

“Nothing else?”

“Taj Palace Hotel.”

“We can go to Hauz Khas. Its great.”

She laughed and we started our drive towards Hauz Khas.

A poem for you long lost Best Friend – I Miss You

“So, how was your day?” I asked.

“I’m gonna kill my TL soon.” She said.

“Unne teri bhains kholdi k?” I asked.

“What?”

“What did he do?”

“I was just relaxing a bit, 1 hour after the lunch. He came to me and said that Boss isn’t there today, so just focus on work. Do whatever else you want to do in front of him. I mean seriously man? There were 3-4 pending works I had and I honestly had a thought of completing them today itself, but after one ten-minute break. After he said that, I had no wish to compete those projects. I just sat in front of the desktop keeping that screen on but doing absolutely nothing.”

“Haha! You’re just… too cute yar!”

“I know.”

“I was kidding.”

“No you weren’t. I know that too.”

And we laughed. She kept on talking for the rest of the journey too. And I was just looking at her, adoring her, thinking how beautiful she was and how lucky I was to have her in my life. She was an angel that was sent down on Earth to spread love and she was doing exactly that. Also filling up that vacant space in my life. She was absolutely precious.

“Here. We’ve reached.”

“Look at the weather Adi! It’s so damn awesome!!”

“I told you no.”

“Yeah. Let’s go!”

We went in, sat on the structures and kept looking at the sunset.

A poem written from the core of my heart to touch yours: Aakhir Kyu

It was as if the colors and intensity of the light is just enough to calm you. The sun is always like a great big romantic, inspirational fire in the sky. And sunset is as if a powerful symphony is quieting down, becoming more emotional and beautiful as it dies down. As the sun goes down it begins to fling his parting rays across the sky, from horizon to zenith. The clouds are painted with his fiery pigments, and they glow with gorgeous colors. Golden and yellow near the track of its disappearance. The hues change to boundless masses of pink, and crimson, and scarlet, and purple, further up the dome of the sky. Fiery are the colors this majestic painter paints, yet are they by so much the more quickly burned out and faded.
The sunset is gorgeous only to be perishable. Gold changes to crimson, crimson deepens to purple, and soon the glory of the heavens is passed away. We turn and journey silently down to the lake.
But beautiful sunsets come with clouds. The rays seem friendly, reminding me of Shivangi, waving bye to me. But every sunset brings the promise of a new dawn. Alia was the dawn. As beautiful as the sunset, bringing with it a new day.

“I love you Adi!” Alia said.

I looked at her, her gaze fixed at the sun which was only a few inches above the horizon now. Coming close to her, I spread my hands around her and said, “I love you too Alia!”

She smiled and kept her head on my shoulder.

I looked at the setting sun, remembering Shivangi, having a smile on my face. I never cried on losing Shivangi, but a drop of tear fell down my eyes that evening; couldn’t have been more happy.

7 years later

“Dad, my friend Riya always complaints about everything. To day I told her what you always say, “Right things will come to you at the right time, just be honest with what you do.” I was right no?”

“Yeah my love, you’re absolutely right. Come, let’s have chocolate.”

“Thanks Dad.”

“I love you Shivi.” I said as I picked her up and took her out to get some chocolates.

THE BEGINNING…

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