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A normal Sunday is, well, a normal Sunday for all normal people but not for Mrs. Naina Sameer Maheshwari. Sameer had taken the kids to the park while Naina was staying behind to clean up the cupboards. Both of them were working and their work was taking a toll on how their house looked. The kids were not letting their parents work in peace so Sameer had to take them out while Naina stayed behind to clear their domestic mess.

She opened Sameer's cupboard and a pile of his clothes fell on her feet.

"Mujhse zyada kapde toh iske paas hai." Naina sighed and began cleaning the stuff.

"Mai ghar pe rahu! Mai ye sab saaf karu aur ye mahashay khud kya karenge?" Naina was talking to herself "Kuch nahi!"

"Naina tum aaram se ghar saaf kar lo, mai baccho ko ghumane le jaata hu tab tak." She imitated him.

"Wo bhi toh ghar pe rehke ye sab saaf kar sakta tha na! Mai le jaati baccho ko par nahi khud aasan kaam karke nikal gaya aur mujhe yaha chod gaya ye ... Iss sab saman ke saath." Naina mumbled holding his dirty laundry an arm's distance away from herself. "Is ladke ka mai kya karu?"

She kept on mumbling and cursing under her breath. The week had been tough for both of them. Work load was increasing each day because of their new project, they had been eating out almost everyday because both of them would get tired and were not able to cook. They were barely getting time to talk to each other. As a result, their house was a mess and now working on it to make it go back to regular was making Naina a cranky, little baby.

With the pace of a snail, she was setting her house. When she opened another cupboard it's content fell on her head.

"Aah!"

She winced in pain and then looked at the item that had graced her head. She bent down to pick it up. It was an old bag, it's fibres were coming out from various places but she could clearly remember what that bag and it's contents meant to her.

She hurried to her bed and emptied the bag on it. From it, came out an empty bottle of Medikar, a pile of letters, Aashiqui... Phir se's cassette,  a laminated card which read Sameer sang Naina, her birthday gifts, handwritten poems. She looked up at the cupboard from which the bag had fallen out. It had a big, pink fluffy teddy and a toy parrot.

She took out the parrot. 

"Sorry Sorry." He repeated in a faint tone.

She smiled. All her anger and irritability wiped away. She quickly replaced the battery and the parrot began saying Sorry Sorry in his full voice.

Naina looked at the memories that were emptied on her bed. For someone who didn't know her story, she would appear to be a collector of weird items but she knew that each one of the thing that was lying on her bed held immense importance to her. She looked at the cupboard again, it had a pink suit.- Sameer's favourite. She sighed over the fact that she could not fit into it anymore.

She averted her gaze back to the bed and drowned herself in nostalgia. Browsing through every memory in the pile, she came across a long, red thread and her smile ceased looking at it. She could feel tears filling her eyes. She rested her back against the bed and took that thread in her hand.

Sunlight peeped into her faintly lit room. She kept gazing at the thread in her hand. Her lips curved into a smile as tears of love and gratitude began pouring out of her eyes.

As if in a trance, she began searching for her diary. She found it lying in the same cupboard.

She flipped through the pages until she reached October '93

Kahaniyon me suna tha, sapno me dekha tha, duaon me manga tha waise har jeevansaathi ki kalpana se laakh guna accha aur saccha hai mera Sameer.

She grazed her hand over the 25 year old tear stain.

Sunaina andhi ho gayi hai apni nafrat me! Aaj usne insaniyat ki had paar kar di, khud ek ladki hoke usne mere blouse ki dori fad di. Aise koi dushmani nikalta hai kya? Mai uss halat me kitni der ek classroom me akele khadi thi. Koi aa jaata, koi mujhe waise dekh leta toh? Koi ye nahi poochta ki meri ye halat kaise hui? Kisne ki? Bas mera mazak ban jaata.

Par

Koi aaya - koi aisa jisne meri saari pareshani door kar di. Meri har problem ka hal, mera Queen Maker- Mera Sameer.

Sameer ne sabke saamne apna kurta utar diya aur uski dori nikal kar mujhe de di. Usne apne maan-saman ki chinta kiye bina, meri izzat rakh li.

Kyu?

Kyuki uss waqt, uske liye meri khushi se zyada zaroori kuch nahi tha.
GS ke taur par ye mere college ka pehle function tha. Iska theek se hona aur mera, apni zimmedariyan nibhana bahut zaroori tha par uss buddhu ko kaun samjhaye ki mere liye jo usne kiya usse zyada zaroori kuch nahi tha. Mai toh Kumar Sanu ko welcome speech bhi nahi deti agar Sameer waha na aaya hota toh!

Uski har baat, mere liye uthaya uska ek ek kadam mujhe uske saamne mom (wax) bana deta hai. Mere liye uski jo itni fikr hai, itni kadr hai uske saamne mai roz roz jhukti chali jaati hu. Mai ye shabdo me bhi nahi keh sakti ki mai kitni khush aur kismat wali hu ki Sameer mujhe mila.

Na jane kaun se ache karm the jinka inam Sameer hai? Na jane meri kis prarthna, kis puja se khush hokar bhagwan ne usse meri zindagi me bhej diya? Na jane maa ki yaad me bahaye kis asu par taras kha kar bhagwan ne mujhe usse mila diya?

Preeti baar baar kehti hai ki kaash usse bhi uske jijaji jaisa koi mile. Mai usko kaise samjhau ki Sameer jaisa koi ho hi nahi sakta, jo surat aur sirat dono se itna khoobsurat ho. Sameer ki Mami sahi kehti hai unka Sonu heera hai.

Kabhi kabhi mujhe dar lagta hai ki mai aaj bhi koi behad khoobsurat sapna dekh rahi hu, abhi Chachiji muh pe pani maarengi aur meri neend tut jaayegi. Kabhi kabhi lagta hai ki fir koi aise halat na khade kar de jinse ladte ladte hum fir alag ho jaaye. Mujhe jitni khushi hoti hai, utna hi mera dar badhta jata hai. Aaj tak koi khushi ki wajah mere saath zyada din kaha rahi hai? Maa, Papa ka pyar, Shefali aur ab Swati.

Wo kehte hai na ki jo jitna ameer hota hai wo utni chinta me rehta hai aur mai iss duniya ki sabse lucky aur ameer ladki hu kyuki mere paas Sameer hai. Uska mere saath hona mere har dard ka marham hai, meri har pareshani ka hal hai. Meri saari zindagi, meri saari khushi Sameer se hi shuru hoti hai aur uss par jaa kar khatam hoti hai.

Jab aise khayal dimag ko gher lete hai jinse uske khone ka dar mujhe satane lage, tab mai apni balcony ke bahar chand taaron, greh-nakshatra sorry greh nashkatra ko dekh leti hu. Jaise qayamat se pehle aasman se unka saath nahi chut sakta, waise puri duniya bhi milke Sameer aur Naina ko alag nahi kar sakti. Ye mera vishwas hai aur isse badi koi cheez nahi hai.

Naina closed the diary with tear filled eyes. She looked at a photo frame with her, Sameer and their children's picture in it. On her bed, the locket Sameer gave her with an S and N written over it was shining. She held it in between her fingers. There was nothing in the whole wide world that could shake their togetherness.

Naina sat and flipped through the letters -

Tumhi ho bandgi meri
Tumhi meri ibbat ho
Tumhi meri pehli aur aakhri mohabbat ho.

Sameer ki Naina, amanat hai tumhare paas. Jab milunga jaisi Naina chod ke gaya tha bilkul waisi Naina wapas lunga.

She found few hand written Sameer's poetries.

Kabhi hai jhagda kabhi hai gussa
Ajab gajab si preet humari
Kabhi hai aasu kabhi hasi hai
Ajab anokhi reet humari
Magar ho kuch bhi, mujhe yakeen hai
Humare jaisa koi nahi hai
Tumhi akele na jeetogi ab
Ye jeet hogi,
Jeet humari

Naina heard the door bell ring. She carefully kept all the papers back in the bag and went to open the door. Sameer was back home with the kids. He looked even more tired than her.

"Mujhe tumse kuch kaam hai." Naina said.

"Kaam?"

"Ji haan. Kaam. Jaldi chalo ab."

Sameer followed Naina to their room. His exhausted face lit up as soon as he saw fragments of their past lying on the bed.

"Ye sab ab bhi sambhal ke rakha hai tumne?" He asked.

"Koi shaq hai tumhe? Waise, Sameer tum na bahut kharab ho! Mai tumse bahut naaraz hu."

"Ab maine kya kiya?"

"Wo sab batane ka time nahi hai mere paas. Ek kaam karo, ye kavita mujhe padh kar sunao."

"Kavita? Naina ...?"

"Zyada sawal mat karo! Agar ek aur sawal poocha na toh aaj phir tumhe bahar sofa par sona padega." She widened her eyes to threaten him but he chuckled.

As soon as Sameer's eyes fell on the poem, a smile sprouted on his face.

"Ye?"

"Tumne mujhe aaj tak kabhi ye kavita padh ke nahi sunai hai. Sameer, sunao na."

He nodded. Both of them sat on the bed, just like they had 25 years back on a bench in VJN. Sameer cleared his throat and read -

Kaho toh ek baar phir, chaand taare paas le aaun,
Ugte suraj ki halki si aag le aaun,
Bas tu muskura de, aankhon se wahi pyar jhalka de.

Bahut dil dukhaya hai, ye mana maine
Par dard par marham lagane ka ek mauka de,
Ab tak itna kuch padhaya hai,
Bas ek baar phirse iss rishte ka hisab kar do na,
Naina mujhe maaf kar do na.

Sameer noticed Naina's eyes were fixed on him. They were a mirror to the depth of her love. Awestruck, love struck she looked like a painting when she admired him. He had craved all his youth for someone to love him like the way Naina did and when he finally found someone whose love and care were exclusively  for him, he couldn't help but move the world to make it a better place for her.

He held her hand, the touch had the same warmth it did when he held her hand for the first time. She shifted a little and rested her head on his shoulder.

If there was peace and solace anywhere in this world for them, it was in each other's arms.

How was it?
Do let me know in the comments.

I am still not out of Thursday's episode's trance!
How? How can Sameer be like himself?
I guess we had all guessed that Sameer will give away his kurta's dori to Naina but the way they executed it still has me drowned in those feels.

My heart will burst with all those feels. I'm telling you. It's Saturday and I still can't stop smiling and getting all dreamy about it.

The diary was my first attempt at writing mainstream Hindi. Do let me know how was it.

I'll come up with the long pending PreeDit OS on 9th November because that's one year of Dil Le Lo.

Also, how is the header?

The song was so apt for Samaina.

Pankhida tu motiyon ki la bahar re,
Mere meet ka mai karunga shringar re.
Pankhide tu sajna ki nazar utar le,
Jinke dil me mere liye itna pyar re.

I have rewatched Wed-Thurs episodes an unhealthy number of times. I'm not getting out of Samaina land.

Anyways,
See you people soon.