[Had told you about my Paapu, that's his car come along and meet him..]
Megha agreed hesitantly, trudging along with Rimjhim towards the car.
Mohan ensured he completed his call as the car drove into the school compound. He has been promising to pick Rimjhim up from school for the past one week and failed every time. He had to make it up today. As the car came to a halt he saw Rimjhim running towards the car, stop and then run back, to a tall lady standing close by.
As he looked out again he froze. Along with Rimjhim walking towards the car was Megha.
A sigh of shock escaped him, as he stared at her through the glass a strange trembling in his stomach causing muscles to clench. Never in his wildest dreams did he think the dance teacher that Rimjhim raved about was, Megha. In fact most of the times he found it hard not to snap at Rimjhim for comparing her dance teacher to all the stories he had narrated about her mother. He should have connected...Megha...he had waited 12 years for this moment, wondering how it would be to meet her. She looked beautiful, just the same as she would breeze in and out of his dreams. His eyes clouded looking at the two of them walking hand in hand towards the car. Wish it was all different, wish it were all in good times...Not able to take his eyes off her he sat there transfixed, as Rimjhim came up banging at the window calling out for him.
Out of the car he stood with his eyes focused on Rimjhim not able to fathom what to do next. Unable to look anywhere else ...'Kaise raha tera din..' he mouthed looking at Rimjhim...who was already tugging at his arm pulling him towards her dance teacher. She dragged him across to Megha, who stood rooted to her ground'.shocked to see Mohan walking towards her with Rimjhim.
[How was your day ?]
'Paapu meine bataya tha na meri dance teacher yahi hai woh dekho kitni sundar hai na...bilkul...un kahaniyon ki mummy ki tarah jo aap mujhe sunaya karte hain'.
[This is my dance teacher, isn't she beautiful, just like my mommy in the stories you narrate ]
Could hear the song in the background...😃.
'Mere class ka waqt ho gaya' said Megha as she turned and walked off after what it seemed like ages. She marveled at the calmness of her voice, considering how she was trembling inside. She could feel Mohan's eyes on her as she covered the ground back to the school, trying to wipe off her tears and compose herself.
[Time for my classes.]
It was late that night, Mohan and Megha lay awake thinking of their meeting in school. He had been waiting for this day for the past 12 years, had been rehearsing over and over in his mind his first sentence, the first move...yet when he found himself standing in front of her all he could do was just stare...his senses betrayed him...he wanted to lift his hands and touch her but could not ...Megha she looked the same prettier than ever before..his lips curled into a smile.
a smile that we are all waiting for 😃
Megha never thought she would meet Mohan accidently so unprepared'.in fact she had shut her mind to the thought of meeting him. she just would not know what to do...she knew she was wrong, she knew she had hurt him. Her thoughts went back to Rimjhim..the kid's friendly banter...her adulation for her Paapu..some of her tomboyish mannerisms. Rimjhim never spoke of her mother until one day she said her mom looked exactly like her. She had brushed it off as a childish observation never giving too much thought to it. Tears rolled down her eyes...as her thoughts froze around Mohan and Rimjhim''Rimjhim's tales of her mother'suddenly a thought came as a bolt from the blue, she sat upright on the bed.
Restless she paced up and down trying to figure out...helpless she sat on the edge of the bed only to continue pacing the next minute. Fishing out the mobile from her bag she dialed a number...hesitated and hung up'..unable to calm her mind she typed out a text and sent it across.
'Kya Rimjhim ????'
[Is Rimjhim ???]
The hand set beeped 'Haan'.' in return as reply.
[Yes]
Megha groaned softly, her hands cupping her cheeks as she stared blindly ahead, struggling to control the sob that arose from somewhere deep within. She ran out of the room to the terrace, dropped down on the swing letting the waves of anguish wash over her. She sat for a long time without moving, senses and mind numb, hugging her knees as she drew them close. Aeons later she raised her head looked at the window opposite, her thoughts flying back to one evening 12 years back.
[We should adopt a little girl, an orphan who would get a life with us..]
'Kyon'' he had asked nodding at Megha.
[What say you ?]
'Yeh toh bahut achi baat kahi tumne..Mohan Bhaatnagar sirf tum aise soch sakte ho...pata nahi mein tumhe kabhi samaajh paungi ya nahi'
[Excellent, only you could come up with something as this, wonder if I will ever get to know u]
'Mujhe samajhne ke liye saari zindagi padi hai...Mrs. Bhatnagar'...he had retorted back with a hug.
[We have a lifetime for that]
'Acha bato'kis naam se bulange hum use ?' he breathed into her ears, arms still around her.
[So what do we call her ?]
'Hmmm''.Megha closed her eyes thinking.
She flushed with joy and lifted her face to his, 'Rimjhim''.she said eyes brimming with happy tears ..
'Rimjhm' Mohan had repeated drawing her into a tighter hug.
Bidzie - kept my word.
Lee - all translations in blue...😃
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