21.Amaya
Alfaaz
I am hopelessly in love with a memory, an echo from another time, another place....
ðð¢ð£ð©ð¢ð¢ð¯ ð¸ð¢ð´ ð£ð¶ð´ðº, ð·ð¦ð³ðº ð£ð¶ð´ðº ðµð©ð¢ðµ ð´ð°ð®ð¦ðµðªð®ð¦ð´ ð©ð¦ ð¸ð°ð¶ðð¥ ð¯ð°ðµ ð¤ð°ð®ð¦ ð©ð°ð®ð¦ ð§ð°ð³ ð¥ðªð¯ð¯ð¦ð³ ð¢ð¯ð¥ ð´ðµð¢ðºð´ ð°ð¶ðµ.
ðð©ð¦ð¯ ð¤ð°ð®ð¦ ð©ð°ð®ð¦ ð£ð¶ð´ðº ð¸ðªðµð© ð§ðªðð¦ð´ ð¢ð¯ð¥ ð¥ðªð´ð¤ð¶ð´ð´ðªð°ð¯ ð¦ð·ð¦ð³ðºðµð©ðªð¯ð¨ ð¸ð¢ð´ ð´ðµð³ð¦ð´ð´ð¦ð¥ ðªð¯ ð©ð°ð®ð¦.
ððºð´ð©ð¢ ð¢ð¯ð¥ ð¯ð¢ð¥ðªð¢ ð¸ð°ð¶ðð¥ ð¥ð° ðµð©ðªð¦ð³ ð£ð¦ð´ðµ ðµð° ð©ð¦ðð± ðµð©ð¦ ð£ð°ðºð´. ðð·ð¦ð¯ ð ðµð³ðªð¦ð¥ ð£ð¶ðµ ð¯ð¢ð£ð©ð¢ð¯ ðµð°ðð¥ ð¶ð´ ðµð©ð¢ðµ ð¸ð¦ ð´ð©ð°ð¶ðð¥ ð´ðµð¢ðº ð°ð¶ðµ ð°ð§ ðµð©ð¦ð´ð¦.
ðð¦ ð¢ðð ð¬ð¯ð¦ð¸ ðµð©ð¢ðµ ðªðµ ð¸ð¢ð´ ð´ð°ð®ð¦ðµð©ðªð¯ð¨ ð³ð¦ð¢ðððº ð®ð¢ð´ð´ðªð·ð¦ ð¢ð¯ð¥ ð©ð¢ð·ð¦ ð³ðªð´ð¬ ð´ð° ð¸ð¦ ð°ð£ððªð¨ð¦ð¥
ððµ ð¸ð¢ð´ ð³ð¦ð¢ðððº ð¤ð°ð»ðº ðµð°ð¥ð¢ðº ð¸ðªðµð© ð¥ð¢ð³ð¬ ð¤ðð°ð¶ð¥ð´ ð¢ð¯ð¥ ð¸ð¢ð§ðµ ð°ð§ ð¢ðªð³ð´ ð¢ðð ð¢ð³ð°ð¶ð¯ð¥ ðµð©ð¦ ð©ð°ð®ð¦. ðð°ð°ð¯ ðªðµ ð¸ð¢ð´ ð¨ð°ðªð¯ð¨ ðµð° ð³ð¢ðªð¯.
ðð¯ð¥ ð¸ð©ð¦ð¯ ðªðµ ð¥ðªð¥ ð ð³ð¶ð¯ ð¢ð¯ð¥ ð¥ð³ð¦ð¯ð¤ð©ð¦ð¥ ð®ðºð´ð¦ðð§ ðªð¯ ð³ð¢ðªð¯ ð¥ð¢ð¯ð¤ð¦ðªð¯ð¨ ð¢ð¯ð¥ ð´ð¸ð¢ðºðªð¯ð¨. ðð°ðµð©ðªð¯ð¨ ðªð´ ð£ð¦ð´ðµ ðµð©ð¢ð¯ ð®ð°ð¯ð´ð°ð°ð¯.
ððªðµðµðð¦ ð¥ðªð¥ ð ð¬ð¯ð°ð¸ ðµð©ð¢ðµ ðµð©ðªð´ ð¸ð°ð¶ðð¥ ð¤ð©ð¢ð¯ð¨ð¦ ðªð¯ ð¢ ð¥ð¢ðº. ððº ðµð©ð°ð¶ð¨ð©ðµð´ ð¸ð°ð¶ðð¥ ð¤ð©ð¢ð¯ð¨ð¦ ð®ðº ð©ð¦ð¢ð³ðµ ð¸ð°ð¶ðð¥ ð£ð³ð¦ð¢ð¬ ð®ðº ðð°ð·ð¦ ð¸ð°ð¶ðð¥ ð¬ðªðð ð®ð¦. ðð¯ððº ðªð§ ð ð¬ð¯ð¦ð¸.....
ð ð¸ð¢ð´ ð´ð¸ð¢ðºðªð¯ð¨ ð£ð¶ðµ ðµð©ð³ð¦ð¦ ð¤ð¢ð³ ð¥ð³ðªð·ð¦ð¥ ðªð¯ ð¢ð¯ð¥ ð®ð¦ð¯ ð¤ð¢ð®ð¦ ð°ð¶ðµ ð¸ðªðµð© ð´ð®ðªðð¦ð´ ð°ð¯ ð§ð¢ð¤ð¦ð´.
ð ð¨ðªð¨ð¨ðð¦ð¥ ð¸ð©ð¦ð¯ ð§ð¢ð³ðªð´, ð»ð¦ð¦ð´ð©ð¢ð¯ ð¢ð¯ð¥ ð¢ð¬ð³ð¢ð® ð«ð°ðªð¯ð¦ð¥ ð¸ð¦ ð¢ðð ðð¶ð¢ð¨ð©ð¦ð¥ ððªð¬ð¦ ð®ð¢ð¯ðªð¢ð¤ð´. ð ð«ð¶ð´ðµ ðð°ð·ð¦ ð³ð¢ðªð¯ ð¸ð©ð¦ð³ð¦ ð ð¤ð¢ð¯ ð©ð¢ð·ð¦ ð¢ ð¤ð¶ð± ð°ð§ ð¤ð©ð¢ðª ð¢ð¯ð¥ ð±ð¢ð¬ð°ð¥ð¦.
ðð¯ ð¨ðð¦ð¦ ð ðð°ð´ðµ ð®ðº ð£ð¢ðð¢ð¯ð¤ð¦ ð¢ð¯ð¥ ð´ð°ð°ð¯ ð®ð¦ðµ ðµð©ð¦ ð¨ð³ð°ð¶ð¯ð¥. ðð¶ðµ ð¸ð©ðº ð§ð¦ð¢ð³ ð¸ð©ð¦ð¯ ð¯ð¢ð£ð©ð¢ð¯ ð«ð¢ð¢ð¯ðª ðªð´ ð©ð¦ð³ð¦.
ðð¦ ð©ð¦ðð¥ ð®ð¦ ð¸ðªðµð© ð¢ ð©ð¦ð¢ð³ðµðº ð¤ð©ð¶ð¤ð¬ðð¦. ð ð´ð¢ð¸ ð©ðªð´ ððªð¨ð©ðµð¦ð¥ ð¦ðºð¦ð´ ð¢ð§ðµð¦ð³ ð¸ð©ð°ðð¦ ð¢ ð®ð°ð¯ðµð©. ð ð¤ð°ð¶ðð¥ð¯'ðµ ð£ð¦ ð®ð°ð³ð¦ ð©ð¢ð±ð±ðº ð¯ð°ð¸.
ðð¦ ð±ð¶ððð¦ð¥ ð®ð¦ ðªð¯ ð©ðªð´ ð¢ð³ð®ð´ ðð¢ð¶ð¨ð©ðªð¯ð¨ ð ð«ð°ðªð¯ð¦ð¥ ð©ðªð® ðµð°ð° ð¨ðªð¨ð¨ððªð¯ð¨ ð¸ð³ð¢ð±ð±ðªð¯ð¨ ð®ðº ð¢ð³ð®ð´ ð¢ð³ð°ð¶ð¯ð¥ ð©ðªð´ ð¯ð¦ð¤ð¬ ð´ðµð¢ð¯ð¥ðªð¯ð¨ ð°ð·ð¦ð³ ð©ðªð´ ð´ð©ð°ð¦ð´ ðµð° ð®ð¢ðµð¤ð© ð©ðªð´ ð©ðªð¨ð©ðµ ðµð° ð´ð°ð®ð¦ ððªð®ðªðµ.
"ðð°ð®ð¦ ðð¦ðµ'ð´ ð¤ð©ð¢ð¯ð¨ð¦ ð¯ð°ð¸" ð ð¯ð°ð¥ð¥ð¦ð¥ ð¢ð¯ð¥ ð¸ð¦ ð¢ðð ð¸ð¢ðð¬ð¦ð¥ ðªð¯ ðµð©ð¦ ð©ð°ð¶ð´ð¦ ðð¢ð¶ð¨ð©ðªð¯ð¨ ð¢ð¯ð¥ ð ð¤ð°ððð¦ð¤ðµð¦ð¥ ð¢ ð¥ð¦ð¦ð± ð®ð¦ð®ð°ð³ðº ðµð° ð©ð¢ð·ð¦ ð¸ðªðµð© ð®ð¦.
ðð¢ðð¬ðªð¯ð¨ ðªð¯ ð ðµð°ð°ð¬ ð¢ ð´ð©ð°ð¸ð¦ð³ ð¢ð¯ð¥ ð¸ð¢ðð¬ð¦ð¥ ð°ð¶ðµ ð°ð§ ð£ð¢ðµð©ð³ð°ð°ð® ðµð° ð´ð¦ð¦ ð®ðº ð©ð¶ð´ð£ð¢ð¯ð¥ ð´ð±ð³ð¢ð¸ðð¦ð¥ ð°ð·ð¦ð³ ð£ð¦ð¥ ð©ð¢ðð§ ð¯ð¢ð¬ð¦ð¥ ð¸ðªðµð© ð´ð°ð¤ð¬ð´ ð´ðµðªðð ð°ð¯ ð©ðªð´ ð§ð¦ð¦ðµ.
ð ð´ð©ð°ð°ð¬ ð®ðº ð©ð¦ð¢ð¥ ð£ð°ð¸ðªð¯ð¨ ð¥ð°ð¸ð¯ ð¢ð¯ð¥ ð´ðð°ð¸ððº ð³ð¦ð®ð°ð·ð¦ð¥ ðµð©ð¦ ð´ð°ð¤ð¬ð´. ðð©ð³ð°ð¸ðªð¯ð¨ ðµð©ð¦ ð´ð°ð¤ð¬ð´ ðªð¯ ð£ð¢ð´ð¬ð¦ðµ ð ð¸ð¢ðð¬ð¦ð¥ ðµð° ð©ðªð´ ð´ðªð¥ð¦ ð¢ð¯ð¥ ð±ðð¶ð¨ð¦ð¥ ð©ðªð´ ð±ð©ð°ð¯ð¦ ð°ð¯ ð¤ð©ð¢ð³ð¨ð¦.
ðð¦ð§ð°ð³ð¦ ð ð¤ð°ð¶ðð¥ ð¸ð¢ðð¬ ð¢ð¸ð¢ðº ð¢ ð¨ð³ð°ð¶ð± ð°ð§ ð¤ð°ðð¥ ð§ðªð¯ð¨ð¦ð³ð´ ð¸ð³ð¢ð±ð±ð¦ð¥ ð®ðº ð¸ð³ðªð´ðµ ð±ð¶ðððªð¯ð¨ ð®ð¦ ð©ð¢ð³ð¥ððº. ð ð¨ð¢ð´ð±ð¦ð¥ ð¸ð©ð¦ð¯ ð®ðº ð£ð¢ð¤ð¬ ð®ð¦ðµ ðµð©ð¦ ð´ð°ð§ðµ ð®ð¢ðµðµð³ð¦ð´ð´ ð¢ð¯ð¥ ð´ð°ð°ð¯ ð¢ ð©ð¦ð¢ð·ðº ð¸ð¢ð³ð® ð£ðð¢ð¯ð¬ð¦ðµ ð´ð¶ð³ð³ð°ð¶ð¯ð¥ð¦ð¥ ð®ð¦.
ð ð°ð±ð¦ð¯ ð®ðº ð¦ðºð¦ð´ ðµð° ð´ð¦ð¦ ð¯ð¢ð£ð©ð¢ð¯ ð©ð°ð·ð¦ð³ðªð¯ð¨ ð®ð¦ ð¸ðªðµð©Â ð´ð®ðªðð¦. ð ð´ð®ðªðð¦ ð¤ð³ð¦ð±ðµ ð°ð·ð¦ð³ ð®ðº ððªð±ð´ ð´ð¦ð¦ðªð¯ð¨ ð©ðªð® ðµð©ðªð´ ð¸ð¢ðºÂ ð¢ð§ðµð¦ð³ ð´ð° ð®ð¢ð¯ðº ð¥ð¢ðºð´.
"ð ð¨ð¶ð¦ð´ð´ ðºð°ð¶ ð´ð¶ð¤ð¤ð¦ð¦ð¥ ðªð¯ ð¸ð©ð¢ðµ ðºð°ð¶ ð¸ð¦ð³ð¦ ð´ðµð³ð¦ð´ð´ðªð¯ð¨ ðºð°ð¶ð³ð´ð¦ðð§ ð¸ðªðµð© ð©ð®ð®?" ðð¦ ð¨ð³ðªð¯ð¯ð¦ð¥ ð¯ð¶ð»ð»ððªð¯ð¨ ð©ðªð´ ð§ð¢ð¤ð¦ ðªð¯ ðµð©ð¦ ð¤ð³ð°ð¤ð¬ ð°ð§ ð®ðº ð¯ð¦ð¤ð¬.
ð ðµð³ðªð¦ð¥ ðµð° ð¸ð³ð¢ð±ð± ð®ðº ð©ð¢ð¯ð¥ð´ ð°ð·ð¦ð³ ð©ðªð´ ð£ð³ð°ð¢ð¥ ð£ð°ð¥ðº ð£ð¶ðµ ð§ð¢ðªðð¦ð¥, ð ð©ð¦ð¢ð³ ð©ðªð® ðð¢ð¶ð¨ð© ð°ð·ð¦ð³ ð®ðº ð¯ð¦ð¤ð¬.
"ð ð°ð¶ ð¢ð³ð¦ ð´ð° ðµðªð¯ðº ð®ðº ððªð§ð¦."
"ðð© ðºð°ð¶ ð¢ð³ð¦ ð´ð° ð©ð¶ð¨ð¦ ðµð©ð¢ðµ ðºð°ð¶ ðµð©ðªð¯ð¬ ðµð©ð¢ðµ ð ð¢ð® ðµðªð¯ðº."
"ðð©ð°ð³ðª ð¶ð±ð¢ð³ ð´ð¦ ð´ð¦ð¦ð¯ð¢ ð»ð°ð³ðª ð¸ð¢ð© ð®ð¢ð¥ð¢ð®..."
"ðð¢ð£ð©ð¢ð¯ ð ð³ð¦ð¢ðððº ð®ðªð´ð´ð¦ð¥ ðºð°ð¶" ð ð¤ð°ð¯ð§ð¦ð´ð´ð¦ð¥ ð©ðªð´ ð¦ðºð¦ð´ ð´ð°ð§ðµð¦ð¯ ð¸ðªðµð© ð¢ ð´ð®ð¢ðð ð´ð®ðªðð¦ ð°ð·ð¦ð³ ððªð±ð´.
"ð ð¸ð¢ð´ ð©ð¦ð³ð¦ ðð®ð¢ðºð¢ ð¢ð¯ð¥ ð¢ð¥ð®ðªðµ ðªðµ ðµð©ð¢ðµ ðºð°ð¶ ð®ðªð´ð´ð¦ð¥ ð®ðº ððªð±ð´."
"ðð°.... ð ð®ðªð´ð´ð¦ð¥ ðºð°ð¶ ðµð°ð¶ð¤ð©, ðºð°ð¶ð³ ðð°ð·ð¦, ðºð°ð¶ð³ ð·ð°ðªð¤ð¦, ðºð°ð¶ð³ ð´ð°ð§ðµ ðºð¦ðµ ð³ð°ð¶ð¨ð© ððªð±ð´ ðªð¯ ð´ð©ð°ð³ðµ ð ð®ðªð´ð´ð¦ð¥ ðºð°ð¶ð³ ð±ð³ð¦ð´ð¦ð¯ð¤ð¦."ðð¦ ð©ð¶ð¨ð¨ð¦ð¥ ðµðªð¨ð©ðµððºÂ ð¢ð¯ð¥ ð¯ð¦ð¹ðµ ð©ðªð´ ððªð±ð´ ð°ð·ð¦ð³ ð®ðªð¯ð¦
I squealed standing from my seat. I looked around to find myself in office with lights off and moonlight illuminate the office from the floor length glass windows.
Taking few breaths I drink the the water from the glass kept over the table.
"I should really stop this"walking to the attached room IÂ changed my clothes in soft white loose baggy kameez which reached my knees and salwar which too was big but can be wear.
Doing wuzu I prayed my salah than done with the day I sat in front of the window where moon was lighted but rain was heavy too. Saying about the argument they both had before showing up.
I walked out of the cabin to see dim lights on, walking in the small cafe corner I prepared a cup of coffee well three cups of different flavours.
I quite on chai as it reminds me of him which is really dangerous for me.
Walking in the cabin with tray of cups of coffee and some cookies plain one.
I sat again with soft music behind enjoying my cup of coffee
ð¶Raat raat main raaz raaz main
Dil kahye kya kya
Sath sath main baat kay sily
Mila rahe kya kya
Hawao main khuli hain teri aahate
Magar doriyaan saje howe hain
Kahaniyou ky sath chalty
Jaise muddate see howe hain
Pare pare juda juda
Teri tarah mujhe laga
Tera nahi ya dil mera
Tujhe say hain ya ja mila.ð¶
Smiling to myself I saw a lightening which really was beautiful. I get fascinated when it's lightening or with the voice of thunder.
Again my mind wavered with thoughts of him. His eyes, his smiles his touch, his voice everything his presence still is what I crave for.
"Ya Allah sabr!" I sighed closing my eyes.
Taking a deep breath I finished the cup and cookies it were the best choice of my cousin.
My office is really spacious with a attached room for me. Well my papa's love for me. Than this dreamy window which showes how far I came and achieved in life and now am at the top of everything.
Than this table in front of window, a wall full of some novals and business books and another had files.
A small fridge which is full with chocolates and cold drinks a stand where my abhaya is hanging.
At the centre is a set of sofa which have a table in middle, two three seat sofa and two single seat sofa which are soft a comfortable like if I get tired and sleep I might wake up the next day. A comfortable sofa again right in front of window where I am seated now Than last in farthest corner is massaging chair which I used once.
I stood and held the tray to keep all these. Walking out I kept the tray and all washed cups in stand drying my hands I walked out to complete atleast five files tonight.
As soon as I stepped out of the office my head hit a hard wall which was not a wall but a familier chest where I once had laid on.
Similar warmth and protected waft of smell surrounded me. I looked up to see him so close to me after years.
My breath hitched when I drink in his state which screamed rich and demanded people to bow to him. His facial expressions were sharpened more.
To be continue......