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he ws lying down in his couch.........lost in some distant thoughts.....as if remembering something he turned to his side and gave a smile, a shy one.........
may be his memories brought back somebody, somebody special, somebody who had the power to make this heartthrob blush even being miles apart........
he hurriedly got up and took out his laptop, switched it on and opened a folder which ws named "heartbeat".
and kept gazing at it as one after another pics of a lovely face came up...........and the most common thing in all the pics ws that she ws smiling.........she just kept smiling......and he kept looking at it as if that ws the most beautiful scene in this whole world...................



"Tum kyon mere paas nahin ho?", he innocently asked himself or perhaps his fate with a sigh.
His eyes unconsciously got wet, everything got blurred, may be like his life. he had everything he ever dreamt of achieving, post aamir he is filled with compliments and offers, he is being captioned as the latest sensation in the tinsel town in some famous mag, but yet everything seems so black and white, all this buzz somehow seems so meaningless....................."Why?" he asked himself.
Within these walls I barely breatheWhen, in solitude, I existMy thoughts are scattered and vagueConfusion is hard to resist. I wait to hear your sweet voiceOn the other end of the lineTelling me your secret dreams,Your beliefs, how you've spent your time. I count the hours until we meetMy memory holds you nearI can almost touch you, so it seemsIt keeps away my fear.he needed some fresh air, he decided.
he straight away headed to the beach.....
it ws very early in the morning so there was no fear of getting mobbed and to be frank he didnt care right now, all he wanted was sometime with himself............maybe to think of a plan to run away from his feelings like always or may be this time to confront them.
after jogging for a while he sat on the beach with his knees folded in front of him and he gazed to the distance, replaying those moments he had with her on the sets and off the sets.........
the first time when he held her nervous hand and put it on his shoulder and his other arm encircled her delicate waist as they waltzed in a half lit modest canteen..........why in that first intimate scene he felt that everything ws perrfect, it ws no hi-fi set up, just a canteen yet it felt so romantic.



when he took her into his arms and they were both crying, why it felt so real, why his grip over pri hardened when her tears touched his skin, why he felt that sudden urge to protect her.............it ws just a scene after all.


when they wd be rehearsing their lines, why his eyes wd automatically look for her........as if that ws the most normal thing to do, why when he saw tears in her eyes, even if he knew they perhaps were effects of mere glycerine yet he cd nt suppress the urge to wipe them away

when she came in that red saree, and walked down the corridors, her eyes staring right into his, those big eyes, they seem to read his soul right away............and as always he just cd nt stop himself from getting drowned in them.............the director had suggested him a stammering effect and now he did that brilliantly without anyone realising that it ws all real.............



flashes of those scenes kept coming in front of him........
her innocent yet naughty smiles

when her soft hands took hold of his
when she prayed

when she looked at him with hatred
he was holding her face in his very hands
she was all covered with mud
he cd nt take it any more and opened his eyes and saw the sun peeping from behind the sea......
"kyon, kyon......."
he looked down, his tears carresing his cheeks, as if consoling his already torn heart.

"bahut dur chala aya hoon main, pri, bahut dur........itna dur ke shayed apne dil ke dhadkano ko bhi na sun sakoon...........kyon ke tum hi toh ho mere "HeartBeat"..........phir tumhe kyon nahin dhoond pata hoon main apne aaj mein...............sirf yaadon mein hain tumhare nishan.............kya tumhe main yaad ata hoon..............kabhi bhi................................."
"Love sees what one wants to see.................then why cant i see u, why cant i touch u, why cant i have u in my arms forever......................why? is it really too late?
kya sach mein hum bahut dur chale aye hain............kya in lehron ki tarah yeh ehsas bhi mit jayegi.........shayed nahin............intezaar rahega pri us suvah ki jab hum saath honge...........main itna dur bhi nahi jaa sakta jahan tumhari yaad na aye...................in yaadon mein hi jiunga aur intezaar karunga................"
he got up and walks away, back to his life. may be he will unite with his love, may be wheels of time will turn back...............or may be it will all be washed away.......who knows, coz all we can do is love.............................if its n destiny love will find fullfillment or else we will keep on loving and waiting for that magical moment when all tears are wiped away and all pains are forgotten but till then...................
he had left the beach but if u run back and see the place where he ws sitting, if u arent too late, u wd see..........

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