“It was the first snowfall of the year. ......"

Standing by the window pane , I could see the snowflakes take its place, slowly,  one by one upon the bench by the backyard. Just like I could feel the winter our relationship had for the first time experienced. Cold moments were taking its place now upon our once really warm association.

Last night was the first night that we had slept without that warm snuggly embrace. How could he have forgotten that we had decided never to sleep over a row?
How could he have been so sound asleep when I was struggling to stop the flow of those tears?
How could he not feel, hear, sense my despair over such a cold indifference?
Was I overreacting?  
May be.
But never before had he left me weeping like that and turned over to the other side and calmly coldly slept through the night.

I imagined that the morning will bring a heart warming smile and in an instant melt away all of those frozen feelings of sorrow to give way to a beautiful spring of love that which always flowed from the depths of his heart to merge with the ocean of love in mine.

But the morning brought extended disappointment as he dressed up in the same cold indifference and walked off to continue the day. Leaving me with a shuddering shiver and a taste of the first snowfall of the year. ...........

“Winter had arrived....”

.....and then it came.....unalarmed. ....sudden.....the slap on her face. ....

The argument had started the previous day.  The matter didn't even matter as it was so trivial. But the fight was big.
She first made her timid suggestions and then put them a bit firmly as she strongly believed in the plan....A plan they had both carefully plotted ......she cud not fathom the sudden change and he cud not fathom the disagreement. ....

Two years into the marriage. ...still primitive. ...still raw. ...still fresh. ...still. .........

She hadn't quiet recovered from the shock of what had just happened when the phone rang. ....one hand on the cheek she answered the phone with the other. ....

Mom it had to be. ....
"Happy birthday to you meri jaan...."
"Did you already get your birthday gift. ..???!!!"

"Thanks Ammi....Oh yes I did. ...and I am holding it with my other hand....."

He hadn't seen her since the day they left high school......

And....now. ....here. ...at the police station. ......in the middle of the night. ....

He an average boy then, she an outstanding girl - what could have  conspired against her for her to be the girl he was witnessing. .?

As his eyes screened her shabby self her involvement with a bunch of people who's sordid deeds were being penned down by the cops, he was saddened - deeply.

He could feel his secret emotions flooding his heart back once again.

He slipped out the page which had her name off the pack of sheets of FIR's being drafted, as an IG he could risk this tiny bit of impropriety.

She was a rag, **** ripped and delirious.

He couldn't help but probe into the horrifying transformation from a brilliant, outgoing,  multi talented, beautiful girl. ..a favourite of the teachers, envy of every girl and desired by every boy......just like the desire he held in his heart......

It was love. ........
Her love for the boy who's dream to be the topper could be true but for her topping each and every time. His lust for revenge dipped in a coating of fake love devastated her and crushed her personality down to scrap.

His eyes filled up for the first time since the last time he had seen her. His dry empty broken heart suddenly experienced moistening by droplets of long lost love returning and filling his heart and his life.......

Slowly but surely he was going to bring her lost self back....

Her revival now was his purpose restored....!!!!

“Hum to hain bas parinde aasmaanon mein basar apna...
Kuch hi din ka theherna phir shuru hota Safar apna...
Ruke hain hum to bas jholi ko kuch neki se bharne ko...
Bulandi par hai jaana khoob ke us par hai ghar apna...”

Khoobsoorti sadaf ki be misaal hoti hai....
Raaz hai uska jo chipa us mein ek moti hai.....

Sadaf ke do pat gar misaal e miya biwi hain...
Unki shadi ka rishta hi woh chipa moti hai...

Naazuk magar bohot woh baareek taar hota hai. ....
Jo us moti ko bana ke haar apne mein pirota hai...

Lamhe se lamha judta hai to ek zindagi banti hai...
Aur do zindagiyan milti hai to  ek shadi ki ladi banti hai...

Qadam se qadam milane mein khud ki pehchaan bhi khoti hai...
Alag se rang mein rangi phir shaksiyat dono ki nikharti hai....

Azwaji zindagi ke kuch apne masale bhi hote hain...
Kaanton se bhari raahon mein paththar bhi biche hote hain....

Zakhm in rahon par chal kar zaroor hasil hote hain...
Tab woh dono hi to ek duje ka marham hote hain...

17 saalon mein maine to bas itna hi seekha hai....
Hai woh kaamyaab rishta mohabbat se jisko seecha hai...

Sona chandi jis tarah ek aurat ko sajata hai...
Pyar o ehteraam waise hi rishte ko banata hai...

Wafa ka bhi to ek bohot ehm muqaam hota hai...
Qaayam uske dam pe hi to aitmaad hota hai....

Kuch aise hi to daqeeq yeh uroosi rishte hote hain....
Beinteha mohabbat se jinhe in jodon ne seechein hain...

25 o 50 salon ka yeh safar e taweel mubarak **. ..
Aapko yeh khoobsurat qaid e hayaat mubarak **. ..

Dua karti hain "Ain" laa zawal mausam e ulfat **....
Masrur rahe hayaat, har lamha pur rifaqat **...

Tum se yeh mohabbat ka jo shewa Maine pehna hai
Ab kya kahun ke kafan ka kapda Maine pehna hai

Har shai mein teri yaadon ka sehra maine pehna hai
Kaanton se jo bana hai woh zewar Maine pehna hai

pal bhar ka wasl phir wada e hijr maine pehna hai
Anjaam e ishq ka yeh naya tamgha Maine pehna hai

Wafa ke ghar jafa ka yeh keechad maine pehna hai
Ilzaamon ke rangon ka ek saaya maine pehna hai...

Kya kahun Ae Ain ishq mein kya kya Maine pehna hai
Haya ko karke tark libaas e behaya pehna hai...

Saraab....

Tu ek khayaal se zyada kuch aur tha bhi nahi...
Bas ek khwaab se zyada tu kuch hua bhi nahi...
Woh ek zakhm jo dil ko kabhi mila hi nahi...
Tu hai woh dard jo mehsus ** saka hi nahi...

Woh lafz the mehez alfaaz sach hue hi nahi....
Na haq vo baaton ke parde kabhi khule hi nahi...
Humare ijz ka un par asar hua hi nahi...
Ki inkisari mein hum ne bhi kuch kaha hi nahi....

Teri ranjish kabhi dil ko hui ata hi nahi...
Mera daaman teri khalish se bhar saka hi nahi...
Woh faasla kabhi jo paar kar sake hi nahi...
Woh raasta ke jin pe paon chal sake hi nahi...

Tu ek yaad hai jise yaad rakh sake hi nahi...
Tu ek saraab hai jise haath dhar sake hi nahi...
Aazmana kisi ko kab yeh achchi aadat hai...
Aazmaish se hum kabhi juda hue hi nahi...

Ke intekhaab jo tera maine kiya tha kabhi...
Munasebat ke daayre se vo juda hi nahi...
Woh ek sada jo kabhi pesh kar saka hi nahi...
Vo ilteja kabhi bhi tu jo sun saka hi nahi...

Meri aankhon ko deed tera ** saka hi nahi...
Teri khushboo se **** mera tar hua hi nahi...
Woh jo qurbat sa kuch mehsus ** raha tha mujhe...
Wasl ka lutf woh mujhe kabhi mila hi nahi...

Kyun jo tu khud parast nahi to dekhta hi nahi...
Kyun nigaah tu meri taraf phira saka hi nahi...
Woh jo sehra tumhe yun sabz nazar aata raha...
Saraab tha kabhi waha yahan hua hi nahi...

Kaha tha us ne ke mujh ko bas ek nida dena...
Ae dil tu maan le tha tu ne yeh suna hi nahi...
Teri nigaah mein umeed ek basi thi jo “Ain”...
Nazar ka dhoka tha ke kuch kabhi basa hi nahi....