Uncool Love. – The Fictional Story

In The Early 90’s, A village called Vayubagh (Fictional) was situated near the banks of river Gomti, With very low densed population,

the most common occupation of the people was weaving.

And the most richest man , of the village has been Najeer Ali , who was equipped with some good collateral assets, and Lands.

But he was someone who never believed in living the life, he was more inclined towards making money and but not using it.

He himself never bought a good pair of shoes. But this was not irritating him , he was happy with it and enjoying life in his own way.

But The only problem that he had , for which he was not comfortable was that he was not literate.

He was always in a state of embarrassment, by the people who were not rich but educated enough.

So, Najeer Ali at the age of 56 decides to get married though everyone wanted him to get married but the money minded fellow never agreed before,

but now, he wants to get married and said the girl should be educated enough, no matter whether she is rich or not, this was a shocker to expect from a person like him,

His relatives involved in searching a girl.

And they get a girl from their own village , Named Mumtaz bagh who did her schooling and was pursuing graduation.

She was the daughter of a poor farmer of the same village , and her age could be merely 20,

she was a big Madhuri Dixit Fan , and always wanted to be called as Madhuri.

so let’s call her Madhuri.

So , Madhuri’s father has borrowed some money from Najeer Ali which he couldn’t return, not even the interests.

And Najeer exempted the entire Amount with a condition to get married to his daughter, her father was poor and Najeer was richest, also he felt that his daughter was ready for the Marriage.

But in between all this none of them felt the need of asking Madhuri’s Take on it.

And within a very little time, she got married to a man who was around her father’s age.

And with which she always felt that She can’t be what she want to be, she was restricted , she was asked to be a women with utter seriousness, she lost her identity ,

but yes she slowly started accepting it, she took the financial accounts of Najeer Ali and helped her husband in monetary consignments, and completed her studies, and in between these her life passed on with some satisfactions but a lot of dissatisfactions,

Now, she was rich , and powerful but living a life which she never dreamt.

She can’t roam, sing , dance and laugh . she had to behave like a lady who was more mild, and also old.

Gradually she added responsibility of being mother to a 2 year old boy called Iftikar. Who was her only source of liveliness.

She Enjoys every single moment of her motherhood , she is now a happy mother though not a wife she wanted because of the generation gap, difference mindsets, illiteracy, Etc.

Najeer Ali and Madhuri Never have a common opinion because of their varied thoughts ,

Najeer was happy with his account being managed by his educated wife. And Madhuri had sigh of relief with her love for her son.

In between all this , Madhuri’s school Friend Shashikant Reentered her life now as a Govt. Doctor of their village.

Shashikant , has been a secret crush of Madhuri , he was a book worm of the class, and Madhuri being the girl with flairs of a performer.

So, shashikant with a very little words has always attracted her, but both of them could never say anything about it, and one got married another become the city returned doctor.

Shashikant bought a new house which is at 15 steps distance of Madhuri’s house.

And they willingly or unwillingly see each other on daily basis, and share their smiles with hesitations, and awkwardness,

Madhuri has became even more beautiful than the school days, may be with age,

and shashikant is not the same fellow with specs, he developed his looks with time, and may be the most handsome man of Village.

It was Republic day,

Najeer Ali along with family has been asked to attend the village celebrations where shashikant was also there, this was the first time he saw Najeer, and felt bad for her old school friend,

Najeer was wrapped in a shawl with some coughings, and even got angry on Madhuri for clapping on the performance of kids.

One Night at around , 22 Hours, Najeer had some cough and severe fever, the village is dark and silent by 8’O Clock,

All the servants had left for their homes, and Madhuri had to ran and call shashikant , where she found him sleeping after the dinner,

she knocked the door, and took him to her house,

he gave the medicines and asked him to take rest, madhuri thanked him with her gesture of folded lips and smile, and asked him for the payment,

he refused. And left the place .

The whole night they both were sleepless,

he could not accept the sad , tensed face of her. He felt that she deserved a better partner.

And She recalled all the secret love letters she wrote which never been given to him.

Next day, she saw him grinning hard with his exercise and yoga while she was at her terrace to swipe out dirt.

She couldn’t move ,

she was in a state of illusion ,

she always dreamt of the same man,who was in front of her,

On the same day , she removed the servants so that she could swipe daily and see him, and gave the logic of savings to her husband , which he agreed readily.

Now , this is her daily routine.

And shashikant was still unaware of it, though he felt bad on her fate because she was the most vibrant girl he ever saw.

Seeing him going out , getting in, doing yoga, offering prayer , cooking food , playing cricket etc have become her part of life,

she started starring him for hours, and her husband’s regular diagnosis has given her the chance to have him around her more often than not,

She was not in her control, she felt that loving him is not wrong, she is a women first, and going to his house for the valid and invalid reasons has became a habit to her,

On the other hand shashikant also started thinking the same way, he was also curious to look her daily, and they both now share smiles, eye contacts and something more than just look in their face offs but nothing said yet .

One day,

shashikant was having his dinner and Madhuri reached his house with her son, with a reason of his fever, and shashikant could sense that iftikar is perfectly fine,

he smiled and kissed the kid on cheeks with a smile and whispered “tell your Ammi that she may need a medicine, but u don’t need.”

His kiss on the cheeks was enough to understand Madhuri that she was no more alone in love,

she kissed Iftikar on the same spot and smilingly said ” Doctor uncle is not wrong as usual.”

With a blush, she left the place with her kid.

And than they both went to many more fascinating fantasies with each other,in their day & Night dreams.

But On the very next day the Doctor has to reach the Madhuri’s house again,to cure her husband, he gave the tablets and ask him to take complete bed rest.

She was happy that her husband’s health gives her the chances to see him,

she was dropping him to the main gate of the house, without a blink from both sides,

it was dark and the entire village was sleeping along with the kid.

He smiled near the gate, and said “the gate came, I have to go now “

she saw the same and smiled back with shyness , that moment was still, breezy and romantic, as the notions were flourishing.

Madhuri asked the payment for medicines he gave, and doctor said “got much more than the payment,” with a wink.

And shockingly touched her cheeks with a word take care !!

And then leaving the house. ,

She pulled him back inside the boundary wall and kissed him with compassion and pleasure,

he could not even hold himself properly ,as she was uncontrollable, and kissing with all her hidden desires.

Emotions were melting in the night like Ice with fire within ,

And in between all this , Iftikar started crying, which forced them to leave each other ,

But that passionate kiss has unfolded all the layers of love between them,

The Entire Night for them was sleepless, they couldn’t not resist the emotions they had for each other,

And on the very next day, The life of madhuri completely changed, she started living life like she did earlier before the marriage, she sings , dances, and wears beautiful clothes keeping shashikant in mind.

She was enjoying her life, she couldn’t judge whether the love she developed was right or wrong,

Shashikant was also unsure about the reality for him, love was beyond the right and wrongs,

Najeer Ali was unaware of the things, he was still sick and thinking about the expenses involved in his disease. And ifitikar is too young to react On anyone of them.

They both started meeting behind Najeer Ali, And shared their romantic scoops, sometimes at the clinic, sometimes at Madhuri’s house post diagnosis, and sometimes at the terrace of Shashikant’a house. The flame of love was evident in their love.

They both involved in Long hugs, inseparable kisses and never ending passionate smooches.

Slowly The People Of the village were having their talks, few felt it cheat to najeer , few were happy as they were humiliated by najeer and few wanted to use it for their own Good.

One of them reported the same to najeer Ali and said would also provide the evidence but want money in reward.

Najeer was not happy with it for the obvious reasons , and got very angry on the person and threw him out of the house, but agreed to figure out the truth without anyone else’s involvement.

Later that Night, Najeer Again got sick, and Madhuri calls doctor, he cures him, and says ” you should not take stress and I repeat please take complete bed rest.”

Najeer directly asks him ” Do You love my wife? Is that the reason you come even at the midnight ? This is not your duty hours right? I know my wife also loves you, !!”

Shashikant replied ” Look I am a doctor, curing patients is what my job is. People worship us for the same, you should take rest , ” coming at midnight to cure you is not because of your wife, I would have done the same for any another as well, “

I am a professional doctor I can’t cheat with my professional responsibilities, you may cross check with any other doctor regarding the medicines,

they are not to kill you, they are to cure you”

Now,Najeer asks his wife ” do you like this good looking young man, ? Have you forgotten that you have kid and a husband. ?”

She asks him, to take rest and avoid talks,

but he continues poking her and provoking her with most ugly words about her upbringing ,poverty and character.

She then says “yes I love him, and he loves me,it has nothing to do with his professional responsibility and my maternal responsibility,

I am iftikar’s mother. But yes I love him, because I never loved you, I am sorry.

And if it makes me characterless then let it be , I was with you, but without being me.

He always tried and treated like any other best doctor,

You have the reason and right to angry on me , but not on him, sleep for now. “

Shashikant intrupts , and says ” No I am equally wrong ,

I’m the other man of her life,Which is not good by the social standards of society,

but you are also wrong you never felt the need of knowing her will for the marriage,

being very old to a girl you married to her for your prestige , it is a selfish act,

you have know right to ruin her life,” he added.

And asks him to sleep for now , as they both are accepting mistakes and would take all legal punishments .

Najeer Ali agrees to sleep, with anger in his eyes, as felt he was cheated by his wife, and the doctor is not curing him, and may kill him with wrong medicines.

So, in the dark dim light of the night he shoots both of them with his pistol by reaching the doctor’s house first then to his wife while she was sleeping with iftikar.

The End

Pure as Prayer.

Pure as prayer!!

Partying with prey,
Not crafted,
Not Decorated,
Just Left by the nature,
To Embrace The Beauty Everywhere,
To make you feel,
And to make me feel
That We are not even near to the beautiful things created by god,
As we have a hustle to earn more,
Burn More,
To fit in somewhere in the materialistic society,
Which is nowhere to the little tiny beautiful Flurries, with wings,
Very Enigmatic,
And Also Colorful,
called as Butterflies,

Yes they are Pure as Prayer.

Let Me Find.

 

In the search of satisfaction I think I lost my happiness,
and the essence of purity
committing more mistakes than corrections,
Losing a day Now,
And Lost a Day yesterday,
And Also lost many more days before yesterday.
These are preciously important Days of my life.
What’s Wrong?
Where I am?
What I am doing?
Why I am doing?
Don’t know
Don’t have any clue.
I am Lost,
I have more flaws now,
Yes  Not Appropriate,
And also weirdly imperfect
But
How to stop ,
How to fightback
Tell me
I need your help
I really need your help.
To fix things back,
To Swipe out the dirt,
To Find the same space,

 

And Vibe
Let me find,

The same Person Again

Always smiling and always shinning.

 

I find a New ME .

Dear,
Whenever I am with You,
I Find a New Me.
My newness puzzles me,
I am different with you, or you make me a different person, ?

You may notice that I stare at you with a constant eye contact,
Some say that I have an intoxicated eyes,
but I feel that I get intoxicated with your eyes,
I see you with my still eyes, and With a blush n smile which has lot of satisfaction,
may be because you look so pure, and I am always attracted to the things which are real and not contaminated,
We just do the general talks, but for me it works like a motivational speech,
I don’t know why you always make me realize that I am not what I have been till I met you,
you make me think I am different,
Am I different or I am just not what I have been .?
Whatever It is I Think I am the best version of mine when I am with you.

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Thank You

 

To You With Love…

To You With Love,

Thank you for being there as someone who looked like a family more, being a stranger from day one,

Thank You for the lovely moments with which I could smile back again. Even if i see them as a mistaken excitement or as an unreal expectation,

I still like the answers you gave and the questions which were inherent, the answers were more easier to understand than self raised questions,

Looking something for some purpose is not good, but looking something as source of satisfaction is not bad,

Yes you have been a source,

A source to do good, and aspire good things in life,

You have been the source of fun , anger, worries, happiness and of course inspiration.

Rather say a source of liveliness

Sometimes it is not that easy to accept the outcome if it is not favouring your life ,

It’s painful and disheartening to withstand with what we Haven’t expected.

But we can’t have everything what we want in life .


Living it and Leaving it.


Artistically Beautiful!!



I saw a Dream,

Dream with my open eyes,
With many more layers of love,
Love,
for the one to whom I never met,
And never saw,
She was Artistically beautiful,
As I don’t think ,
could ever see a lady of such grace.
With Her Beautiful Eyes ,
More like the Moon after eclipse.
With a Little Sharp nose,
May have customized before her birth,
Lips , like Little Roses layered with Dew Drops,
Soft , Smooth and colorful.
She looked like a Beauty with a Mysterious smile,
But before I could solve it,
She Disappeared.


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Two Things

Two Things which are still pleasing to my heart,

Two things which bring back the smile on my face.

Two things which is even new yet old to my heart..

Two things which enlighten my day even more brighter..

Two things which make me feel good about me being me and you being you..

Yes they are the part of my heart being not mine..

Not mine but still have my share on it..

To think and feel alive.

The Two things are litter..

Yes The Slight Pinkish blush of your cheeks..

And the Little light late lucid smiles.

Without any application of cosmetics..

Your smile is glittering to my eyes with the blushings of shyness.

The Thin soft smiles….

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