Tell-a-Tale.....

woh mude hue panne meri diary ke woh kuch adhkhule, adhpadhe khat meri daraz mein woh phate hue kaagaz meri uss kitaab ke woh sookhe hue phool meri mez par mujhe bas unki yaad dilata hai... woh mera kuch bikhra hua kaajal woh bikhre hue se baal woh soona soona sa kamra sunsaan sa woh mera makaan mujhe bas unki yaad dilata hai... kal raat phir unki yaadon ne aa jakda tha kal raat hi main chup chup ke kuch royi thi kal raat hi unse do chaar baatein karke kal raat bas do hi ghadi main soyi thi... "main paas hi toh hoon tumhare" yeh baat unone kahi thi "bas kuch hi din aur" yeh dilaasa bhi toh diya tha. isi wajah se aaj tak intazaar karti hoon main warna toh kab ka dum tod diya tha...

It's always a joy to meet the loved ones after a long time... Specially if it's the one you love the most. Kirti was undeniably and indefinably happy. Naman was coming to meet her today. She was unable to concentrate in office. The work that otherwise she loved to do, today she was finding it as a burden to her. No offences, she loved the people around her..the ambiance..her desk...her work, she loved everything. But today was different, today her heart was fluttering. it was a day when she will be seeing him after a year. the distance between both of them was painful yes, but it was a thing that could not be helped. their career was important and tough this was definitely frustrating at times, she believed it made their love stronger. Kirti was in constant contact with Naman through calls and messages, she was super excited! every half-an-hour she would go to the restroom and check herself, looking at the mirror and thinking of how to look proper in front of him. For Kirti ,