Chapter 1
geet enters the library which is very near to her home...she has been coming to this library since she was a child...her father being a teacher was very fond of this library... On every Sunday they would spend some time here in this very library... even if she is free at home her father will send her to the library to read some meaning full books... he doesn't want her to waste her time by playing with the children from their street ...maybe this is the reason she doesn't have any friend ...now books of the library have become her friends. "I am now get addicted to these books" though geet as she looks at the ranks in the library.
This library is very old and famous... if you like to read old historical books then it is the best place ... the library is very big and the last section of this library is filled with old books... geet have never been in this section...
she loves reading love stories and whenever she take a look toward this old section ...she feels a pull but every time she stops herself thinking she will not like old stuff ...it will be boring for her... As the days are passing this pull is just increasing...now she has decided today she will read a book from this section only...with that thought geet move towards the old section...
The old section of the library looks dustier than Geet has remembered it... But still, those miles of shelves felt like safe heaven... She could not understand why she is feeling odd... she has this innate feeling that something is off and she don't why she feeling like this ..." you are coming to this section for the first time geet maybe that why you are feeling odd "thought geet ...she try to point the reason...but still the feeling is there and she just could not shrug it off.
As not many people are fond of old stuff ... she is alone... she walked down the aisle running her hands over the many books adorning the shelves of the library... the caretakers of library never give it modern look... as they feel it will destroy the environment need for these books... so bookshelves are designed with flowers and patterns and it looks so beautiful ...
the old man who is one of the librarians of this famous library used to tell her that the old section is a house of knowledge and a thousand tales ... "Somewhere among them, I may be able to find the tale which is pulling me, "thought geet as she remembers the old man's words ..." I will definitely find the book which is pulling me with unnatural force," thought geet as she walks looking for the book...
As she continues to walk she felt a cold wind snake around her legs... she shivered to step back in fear... because of fear she is going fall back as she tries to spot herself ...this action causes her to pull a book, which is situated in the middle of many books, as a result, she'd caused the entire collection (of books on that particular shelf) to rain down on her... One by one they fell down in a crescendo of loud thuds... Geet raise her arms above herself to protect her head... she shut her eyes...
Luckily, none of the books fell on her... However, when she opened her eyes and looked down... she saw them all lying around her feet... Scared about whether she would get caught or not, as undoubtedly someone must have heard the noise... she crouched down and began to put the books back on the shelf... With a thumping heart, she places each book back in its position on the shelf...
When she had finally finished putting the last one back she let out a deep breath... A breath that she has not realized that she has been holding all this time... She placed her forehead against the wooden shelf and sighed..."this is definitely not something I have expected "thought geet taking a deep breath as she clams herself...
"Get a grip geet," She thought... library look silent once again...geet look left and right... she slowly figured that no one is going to come if they have not arrived yet. Geet breathed a sigh of relief and turned around. ...As she did ..she felt something hard under her foot ... another book... This is a small book... Old with a weathered cover and loose binding ... something about it magnetically drew her in... She slowly crouched down and picked it up...
As she held the book ... she felt a strange kind of calmness in her heart as she held it...she turns it around and look at its cover "TERE LIYE" is written on it ... as the book is very old... the title is faded but she can still read it as if she always know what would be the title ... she opens the book at the backside of the front cover of the book one line written... it is a faded yet beautiful and cursive handwriting...
Geet read the words out loud, "Is janam may na shii per aglee her janam main tum sirf or sirf mere hoo".
This line touches a chord in Geet's heart unlike any other... the sheer impact of the line forced her to sit down on the floor itself... "This line sounds familiar but why? Why these words seem to hold some meaning"thought geet as she once again read the line "Is janam may na shii per aglee her janam main tum sirf or sirf mere hoo"... it made her heartache while the fuzziness of her mind would not let her clearly figure out how this can have any impact on her... with shaking hands she turns the page to read...
She wanted to read this book that despite its underlying strangeness it feels so familiar to her... Geet looked at the words that began at the bottom of the page... It read:
Everybody wants that special someone to come for them...even I did and he came in with all his splendor... When I saw him across from the hall that night, the night we'd first met, I'd never realized how empty I had been without him and how much I did not want to be without him...
"it looks like someone diary," thought geet after reading the first 2 lines... "many stories in books start in the same manner geet" said geet to herself as she shakes her head at her on stupidness... Geet's eyes scrolled across the words faster and faster as she took in the story... The words began to leap off the page and take a voice of its own as the pages turning... Geet took in every word like a traveler who had not realized how thirsty they had become... Her eyes began to redden and fill with tears as she read the tale of the two lovers destined to be together through evil forces had other plans...
As she read through the misunderstandings, sufferings, and pain they underwent ...especially the trials and tribulations of fire the girl had suffered... Geet could not help but wimp and cry... The feelings exuded in the story were so strong and acutely felt by her that she could not help but empathize along with the heroine in the story...
geet have the habit of carrying a short dairy with her, whenever she like some lines or dialogues in the book, she used to write it in this dairy but today for the first time she is used it for another purpose...for first time she writing something on her own...
"Jism Pak Aankho Mein Bhar Loon
Saans Saans Mein Shaamil Ker Loon
Is Duniya Mein Jaan Gawaa Tujhe!!!
Us Duniya Mein Haasil Ker Loon
Zindagi Gawaa Ker Bhi Jo Zindagi Mile
Har Khushi Gawaa Ker Bhi Jo Ik Khushi Mile"
geet write these lines thinking like the girl in the story want to say these lines to her lover...
Neeju2014-11-13 02:55:25
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