Pages From Her Diary

"Which US project are you talking about? And Neha turned down that offer, why?" Adi asked as he walked up to Mira. Neha, with bated breath, expected the same outburst from Mira which she was earlier subjected to. She stood there silently as she let Mira speak . “Yes Adi, she deferred her going to US because for her, being with you and being a part of  your struggles, seeing your journey to success is more important at this point of time." Stunned by what he just heard, Adi turned and looked at Neha, "Are you kidding! How could you turn down an offer which you have been waiting for; you have worked so hard for this project?"  As Neha struggled to collect her thoughts to answer Adi's question, she heard Mira speak, "Adi, I think Neha has taken the right decision. She could always get another project overseas, but this time with you is what makes her happy and she chose happiness." Mira’s response was so emphatic that it l...

The next few weeks flew past. She was bowled over by Adi’s natural zest, limitless enthusiasm and for him She was his staunchest ally, anchor, his confidante. They understood each other perfectly even when they disagreed. Together they would plan out strategies to be nearer to the goal. Days of fun, happiness and at times frustration yet the feeling that they were with each other was hugely comforting. Mira stared at her in aghast as Neha smiled & said “I am not taking up this project now.“ Mira had seen Neha brooding and now she knew why. "Why Neha, you guys are not even committed. Has Adi ever spoken about his feelings for you. Fine , he is a nice guy, he cares, he confides in you. Is that all the reason you need to chuck an offer that you have been waiting for ?”  She asked “You are right Mira. He has never spoken about it.  But this decision is not about him, its about me.  I'm happy with him. I feel a deep sense of comfort to be a small part of his s...

How do I say in a word how I feel reading your  text? ........ Neha mused. Speechless, Flattered, Excited It took Neha  24 mins between typing the first letter and the next !! Thank you Adi for sharing your dream with me and making me feel a part of your life. Am sure someday I will pen down the dream and journey of Adi, the famous guitarist. For now, Let me complete your poem, she wrote : Tears in her lovely eyes yet the lips had a beautiful smile … There are some moments in life which words cant define !! U are the reason for my Smile, cutting thru the far away miles …. Loved the fire & passion in you, my heart says it wants to see you shine !! Sent it, and saw that it wasn’t delivered. Probably he must have  waited for a reply and slept off ! Next morning, Neha woke up to an  exciting face of Mira exploding to break some news. Hey whats up Mira ? asked Neha “ I should be asking you that, Neha. Whats up and any surprise planned...

It was the most memorable ride of my life, thought Neha as they rode to the  destination  -  “ It all seems like a movie, too good to be true ! Cars, buses moving alongside, wind leisurely caressing my face, hair blown away by the wind and me blown away by his skilled driving, careful enough not to have me ruffled. Am loving every moment of this ride .” As they were close to the Powai lake stretch, Adi slowed down the bike and said  “This is my favorite place, where I dream with my eyes wide open “ . Neha smiled as he asked  “ Would you mind if we spend some time here before I drop you home ? ”  and he parked his bike. It was indeed a beautiful sight, the gleaming lake, dark sky,  horizons.. as they walked towards the small steps and found a place which gave a wholesome view of the place.  Adi looked as if he was kind of inhaling the moment. Neha laughed and asked, “ Do all musicians love the scenic settings ?  Adi you make amazing mus...

Am I late ?  the performances must have begun, echoed in Neha’s mind as she raced to the auditorium . The hall was packed as she waded her way thru to a comfortable place from where she could catch the nearest view of the performers. she heard the VJ announce the next performance ..Oh !Its Adi’s, Just made it on time . Flashlights , Sound,..as he picked up  his guitar and walked on to the stage. Crowd erupted in to a loud cheer. Neha waved out to him as he took his position to start the show. Their  glances met, and for a moment they just  stared at each other probably getting inspiration or energy of some sort. He caught her attention, her reaction was different from the others ! As Adi belted  out  the favourite numbers, " ALL OF ME ",   " KAL HO NA HO ",  the crowd  screamed with joy. Chants of "once more " echoed  through  the hall. Next song is very close to my heart, I have written this a month ago sip...

He returned the wallet to me and asked “Ms Coffee ? “ Worth the wait ! He remembered me and the CCD, and I could hear myself  grin and say “ Yeah  . Neha, that’s my name “. “Hi, am Adi “  , I heard him say . Before I could react, I heard Mira pulling me away “ Neha, come on , the train is about to leave” . Our glances fixed at each other, found myself on to the train .  A small wave from him as the train moved slowly. “ Who’s this guy ? ”  Mira’s pointed question and I was snapped out my magic world . “ He’s  Adi “  I replied .  “Adi ! Adi who ?”  Mira probed. “ The Coffee shop guy “  I said sheepishly . “ Seriously Neha !  Was it him ?  After a month long wait , some magic that  “  Mira’s reaction was perfect as she knew of  my CCD saga . I was in a different world altogether, still  coming to terms with the fact that I actually met him, and now I know his n...

"Nehaaaaaaaaaa"   ... heard my roomie, Mira, yelling my name early morning .  Half asleep, jumped off the bed only to find her failed attempt to fix  a leaking tap! Damn, cold water touching my feet and I knew we were standing in pool of water spread all over the floor. Rushed to find the mops, cursed the house owner to whom we had complained many a time to fix the leaked tap. His standard response always would be  "don’t worry, kal tak done"  -  Huh ! PG mai rehne k side effects ! Swirling the mop on the floor, thoughts ran freely to the usual idiom " Month hi kharab chal raha hai saala"  - tashan with boss on the appraisals, scrapping with the house owner, and most importantly the visits to that CCD with a hope to catch a glimpse of Him !  Am not a great coffee lover, yet found myself walking up to the shop many a times en route home. Queues sometimes small, at times  took a longer. My eyes wandered to spot him among the crowd. There we...