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Suman Tiwari seldom had the entire house to herself. Today was one of those days when the entire family had left for a wedding of a distant cousin. Her work commitments didn't let her travel out of the city much. PCT was growing by leaps and bounds , every month brought in a new order. The profit finally helped her to buy a piano for herself. 8 years back when life had turned too dull , she had inclined towards music and writing. Her college days ended with piano classes. After inaugurating PCT she was completely detached from her beloved instrument but a year back when the profits turned out well , she bought a piano and installed it in the small room at the farthest corner of the corridor.

She walked towards the room , throwing her hair up in a bun. Uncovering the keys she took her position on the stool. Her dainty fingers gilded across the whites and blacks.

The soft melancholic music filled in all the corners of the room. The soulful music could lure anyone to stay and listen to the feelings blended with the vibrations.

Suman's graceful hands played the notes flawlessly. Her slender fingers danced on the keys and a small smile crept it's way on the corner of her lips as the music reached her ears.

The tune emerging from the piano casted a spell on her doe eyes , and the closed to dwell in the world of music. Few strands of hair fell on her face , dancing with the rhythm. Her ivory skin glowed in the dimmed lights.

'Chashmish , gola khaane chale ? '
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' Yeh project mujhse nahi hoga ! '
He worked throughout the night for her , while she slept like a log.

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She had trembled in fear when the Ferris wheel stopped working and they were right at the top.
' Main tumhe kabhi girne nahi dunga'
He had said.

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' Ahh ! Shravan bohot jal raha hai ! '
She screamed when he applied the antiseptic on her wound with tears glistening his eyes.
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' Aaj phirse main jeet gayi ! ' She had won their kulfi competition once again. ' Sumo se double Sumo ban jayegi . '     
' Teri toh ! '
They ran around the courtyard giggles escaping their lips.

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' Sumo , maa hume chod ke chali jayi!'
' Chali gayi toh chali gayi ! Iss mein main kya karun ? '
The entire school laughed at him.
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' Shravan ruko , Shravan .... '
She ran behind his car , shouting his name.
He didn't turn back.

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' Kaun Sumo ? '
' Mujhe koyi Sumo yaad nahi . '
Her heart broke like the earrings which laid on the floor with the pearls scattered around.

A few drops of tears escaped her eyes. Her heart felt too heavy to enjoy the music.

He was back. Shravan Malhotra was no more her Chashmish. He didn't remember her , she was no more welcomed in his life. Parted by a few lanes yet their hearts were miles apart.

But how could she tame her heart which had fallen for him ?

Walking back to her room , she grabbed her diary to let words flow out ! ..............

Shravan stood silently at the gate of the very house where he once use to spend 3/4th of his days. The very place where he won his first chess match against Nanaji , the very place where moong dal ka halwa and sev ki sabzi turned his favourite.

His legs felt heavy. He didn't know how to face them , especially her. Breathing deeply he made his way to the door. Ringing the bell he, waited for someone to open it for him. Not receiving any response he rung it once again which was followed by no response. Sighing he decided to leave when a sound caught his attention.

Someone was playing a delicate piece on a piano. But suddenly the music stopped.

His legs took him to the open window of a room which held countless memories. And there she was. With her back facing the window and her hand busy in writing.

His brown eyes locked on her slender frame. She looked nothing like the Sumo he had left behind.
Her hand reached the clip holding her hair in a bun and removed it.

The cascade of shiny black hair tumbled down reaching her waist.

Suman was pleased with the little piece she had scribbled in her diary.
Clearing her throat she began reading her own lines.

' My lonely sky has stopped sailing in the dark currents of the night
My days have turned colourful
After I started loving you.

My patio blooms with flowers
Everytime my eyes meet
Yours in the picture on my bedside table
The morning dew caresses my lips
As I await your arrival every dawn.

When my tired heart finally finds home
All I want is a phone call from you
When the afternoon fills the house with notes of my loneliness
I wonder how far you are from me !

My lonely sky befriended the moon
With a smile so similar to yours
When your hand met mine in friendship.

The forlorn chess board , the dust laden bookshelf
Seem to have gotten used to this sweet anticipation by now.

My beating heart and hazy corners of my room
Still crave for your presence.

I love you Shravan......'

Sensing someone's presence Suman turned back. Her eyes widened in surprise and cheeks turned crimson in embarassment.

There stood Shravan Malhotra in all his glory right outside her window , his light brown orbs staring into her's.

Shravan stood transfixed. Her beautiful words and confession playing like a broken record in his ears. When her eyes met his , he saw the love shining brightly in them like diamonds.

It was now or never...............

Hoisting himself up , he climbed the window and reached her room.
She stood like a statue , not wavering even slightly from her position.

His legs guided him towards her.

He leaned a little closer , their foreheads touching.
His lips brushed her soft ones.
' Sumo' , he whispered slowly , prolonging each letter as if to savour them.
' I love you too. '

Her heart fluttered at his voice as she gave him a teary smile.
His hands slowly came up and rested below her ear  and his thumb caressed her cheeks smudging her tears in the process.

Fate smiled at them from above.

Mil hi jaate hai dil bane
Ek duje ke vaaste !

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