Every window has its own new story

              Dream place for everybody.. Sapno ki duniya.. Place where you feel the breeze of stardom kissed you as soon as you step on its soil.. Yup, you guessed it right.. Yup, its our Bollywood city, fashion city, dream city; Mumbai. To be different; To be The Best; To be in pace with kids wear fashion, I was here for business trip. After having completed two days of market survey; checking out with kids store and purchasing the finest fabric for further production in my factory, I was heading towards Mumbai-Dadar station to catch train for my onward journey to Chennai.

                I was not amazed with the skyscrapers all over and construction of many more in progress but with the architecture, design and was wondering who will be living in the topmost floor which would be not less than 50th floor; how would be view of Mumbai from that top. And then something else; caught my eye which was more interesting and I found it very nostalgic too: The Window. The Window of Home. Not of Skyscrapers but more of home, society and building colony. 

                Every house is A HOME; and every home has its own window to world and every window was depicting a new story of its own to me. Some nostalgic, Some naughty, Some caring, Some affectionate, Some drama and so. Story they depict is untold and unseen but when they got my eyes attention; I found it as if they are depicting my own story in parts in different windows of different home or say windows of life.

                    A Window depicting grandma cuddling with younger baby while 4-5 years elder one was listening to grandma's stories very interestingly; another window where mom is undressing her son's uniform, getting him ready as her son just returned from school; next window showed the elder daughter and her younger brother standing behind mom in kitchen to get their evening snacks with milk and having fun around.

                   Window where mom is preparing dinner whereas next window shows dad is relaxing in front of TV having return from office. One window depicting daughter still in her school uniform helping mom in kitchen work and her brother having fun with TV; some showed children are busy in writing homework while some other window, kids seems to be busy in preparation for school test or exam.

                  Window shows life being very religious as home was wholly decorated with lighting and flowers for Ganesh Chaturthi, all family members and even neighbours were present for auspicious Ganeshji pooja which was going on full-fledged while at some window showing mom was doing her routine evening pooja. 

                     But some window were depicting very sadistic part of life; a boy was crying a lot being beaten by his father and his shouting was still on at little boy near balcony window while at another window; a girl was sitting near window looking outside to world seems to be very depressed and very lonely. At some other window, the verbal fight was going on between wife working in kitchen while husband bouncing back words from hall. 

                     At two nearby different home window; boy and girl having good time blossoming their friendship to next level though being at different home by taking advantage of being neighbour next door; boy from his balcony window having nice time with girl next home balcony window. Window also shown group boys planning for cricket match with bats and balls in their hands whereas at some window girls gang were being very excited for some reason and were jumping and dancing.

                            All these different windows were depicting a very minute and small yet very significant picture of our own life. I was thrown in the its own world where I was seeing my own childhood, my school days, my parents scolding, my dinner time, home work time, exam, flirting or talking with girls, excitement for  cricket match or any other game in our society, diwali pooja, grandma stories and so on... Somewhere in this windows, i was seeing my own growth from childhood to adulthood. From baby being cuddled by grandma to the boy returning from school to the guy having nice time talking with gal to the healthy fight between married couple and so on..... I was lost in this world of windows... because every window has its own story untold yet heard, unseen yet been a part of scene, unfeeling yet feeling those moment from heart.                 

                  

PS I LOVE YOU

Thanks to extra 20 rail yatra showing more of Maharashtra & Karnataka (that too free of cost or say at same cost of Ahmedabad-Chennai ticket fare); instead of reaching 14th July, 4:30pm, I reached chennai on 15th July, 12:30pm. Safe, Exhausted and with some magical moments experience. Yes, you heard it right; Magical Moments.

Everyone on earth will smile when I say; when you travelling alone, Books are the great company to keep with you. You can talk to them, you can hear from them, you can laugh with them and most of it you can let time fly on its own track. As usual, I too carry book with me but this time it was very different and Magical Moment for me.

It was 13th July, early morning 5:ooam; I left home to catch train departing at 6:15am. From back of Auto after adjusting my luggage, I could see my mom, sister, dad were waving me good luck for sales tour and bye to me; and My Love was in balcony seeing me; trust me, though it was dark, we were able to connect each other into each other eyes. She had tear holding up in eyes and I was saying her "I will be back very soon My Love. PS I LOVE YOU"

Reached station; adjusted my luggage in my Train AC compartment B4 underneath of my seat number 36 and got down for Nescafe coffee taking an excuse with my fellow passenger to take care of my belonging. Its real warming and refreshing experience when you are having hot coffee in cold early morning. Every sip of coffee that flows down through your food canal seems very soothing, pleasing and mysterious satisfying feeling.

While having coffee, I was imagining a story would be in book "Anything for you Ma'am" written by Tushar Raheja. I was drawing story line on my self for this book before even started reading the first page, first para or say even first word. Suddenly my mobile rang breaking my story imagination; It was "My Love calling...." A very wide smile came up on my face and picked up call to hear a very sweet voice "Luv, you had coffee!!!" I was like dumbfounded; I was about to throw the paper glass into dustbin and stood like someone shoot at me "Statue". I couldnt utter a single word and she continued with caring words and wishing me good luck. She kept the call leaving me still bewildered; within seconds, I received a SMS "Do Take Care :-)" My heart replied immediately "Sure :-) PS I LOVE YOU"

Back to train, holding the book "Anything for you, Ma'am"; I was just having one and only thought "My Love". I was imagaing story on her and saying myself "Anything for you, My Love". Though miles away, I was feeling so connected with her; I could see her face smiling at me.

On my journey; I was having a mind of getting my favourite novel "PS I LOVE YOU" which i lost due to my luggage stolen in my last trip. I was halfway through the novel and trust me I was in love with character Gerry and his love for his wife Holly. Train was slowing down at station Surat; I got down immediately to see a book stall few meters away and bought this great romantic novel. Seeing Hilary Swank & Gerard Butler on the cover, I was imagining myself & my Love in their place; I immediately took my mobile to call her but to see there is one new message from My Love. God, I just couldnt believe my eyes and mind to read "I LOVE YOU :-)" Surely there is some magic happening today. I replied her "Me too so much :-) PS I LOVE YOU".

I kept aside Tushar Raheja book so as to continue my favourite novel from where i left it. There was moment where Holly got struck in library and running short of money for paying internet charge bill; and Holly thinks of calling all her friend but didnt as she thought they all might be busy in their workplace and then she calls a number desparately which comes to her mind only to hear Gerry voicemail box message "I am not present at this moment. Any message for me" and Holly cries loudly "I need you, Gerry". Trust me, it was my high emotional quotient that brought tear in my eyes too. I immediately called My Love and the very first ring, she picked up and said so sweetly "Missing me huh... Don't cry.. I am very much with you.. (I can hear her sweet giggle)" I smiled back and for a second look up and thanked God for making me so lucky for having My Love in My life. Having kept the call, I couldnt resist to message her "Your smile makes my day..keep it on.. PS I LOVE YOU"

I was so much engrossed into novel and then thinking half of time about Myself and My Love.. how should I arrange surprise for her? how would be such surprise? How will I do for her? How will she react for such thing? What will she do? How romantic would it be? and such all things. I was smiling and feeling cool breeze kissing my face; fragance romancing with my senses and I could see My Love seeing straight into my eyes.

Tring Tring.. Before even I see my mobile; God knows why I was so sure that My Love would be calling and it was "My Love Calling..." "Hi...Wassup" she asked. "Nothing much, was reading book and thinking of you" I replied honestly. "Wow... I got you.. I knew it was you.. Muuaaahhhh" she jumped in happiness. "Couldnt get you. Its me for what" I asked curiously. "Arre, I was gettting hiccups (hicki) very badly; and i knew its you who is missing me a lot" I just couldnt believe it. Yes, I have heard it that when we miss someone or remember someone badly from heart, they do get hiccups (Hicki) and today it happened such magic with me.

She continued "If at all I had power, I would have brought you back here and hugged you tightly so that you wont leave me again" I smiled "Arre, its just the first day and i have not even reached chennai and you are calling me back" I can understand her feeling, her love and she too understand my work and my love for her. We had nice talk where she was being very caring and again wishing me for safe journey and then suddenly we got silent for a while and this silent breath said it all "PS I LOVE YOU"

I went to sleep wishing her good night and sweet dreams only to wake up in morning 6am seeing same station which we left yesterday evening 7pm 'Bhusawal". I was not able to understand what happened at night. How come we are at same station which we left 12 hours ago? I inquired with the railway canteen staff; they said "Arre bhai, kuch Telanaga issue going on; so protester didnt allow train to enter Andhra Pradesh, so we came back here" I took coffee from him and was having very slowly enjoying every sip of it.

"If at all I had power, I would have brought you back here and hugged you tightly so that you wont leave me again" her words flashed back in my mind. For a minute, I was astonished; Is it she really have power? Is god listening to My Love words very carefully? I messaged her "Very happy morning My Love.. Train is heading back towards Ahmedabad.. PS I LOVE YOU". Few minutes later, i received her message "Arre, what happened. You are fine na. Everything all right" She was so worried for me. I replied back 'My Love, its your love pulling me back towards you :-)" She was still worried for me; I was feeling so much love in her worry too. I messaged to inform her so that she kill the worry inside "Train is taking another route to go chennai; right now even I have no idea what route will it take and how will it proceed" She said it all in just few words "Please Take care. I Love You" God only knows how deeply it touched my heart; how strongly I felt her love for me.. " :-) PS I LOVE YOU" i replied with smile.

Every two hours or so, I use to get her call or atleast one message asking about my whereabout, my lunch, train status and such thing. I was feeling so blissed that God made me better half of My Love and allowed me to stay in her heart. I was reading novel and was imagining the romance and love Gerry shared, showed and loved her wife Holly. I was not even speck of dirt in front of Gerry. I was thinking in line for doing something real great for My Love to let her also know how much I love her and how deep is my true feeling for her.

I was lost in very much created my own paradise where I and My Love are enjoying each and everything of nature; cuddling in each other arms; happily smiling and some credit goes to novel which infused more romance into my veins and heart was pumping more love instead of blood. The whole day passed and I couldnt even realised how time passed by; this book and My Love calls & loving messages had definitely killed the time.

I was almost through the book and my mobile beeped. Of course, It was My Love sms; I pressed open option in my mobile to read "can u tell me can the fish live without water? can the bird live without air? can the baby live without mother? so tell me how can i live without u" and within next few seconds, I received another message "I love the fact I could tell u anything; i love the way u looked at me; I love talking to u; I love it when we have our little talks; I love it when u told me u love me; i love u for u and I love u for so much more but words could never explain"

I was feeling so blessed and was thinking to reply something real nice to her but was not able to put my feeling in words that very moment and then finally I replied her "You know I am in love as I don't want to fall asleep because reality is finally better than my dreams. PS I LOVE YOU"

Feeling so good about My Love, I continued reading my book and was very much surprised to read Gerry Last Letter for Holly. It says "Dont be afraid to fall in love again. PS I LOVE YOU". Now definitely there is God and My Love spelling some magic. Even I was in love once again with My Love and here too it seemed that Gerry whispered his words into my ears.

I reached Chennai late by 20 hours but I thanked God and My Love to making this journey so memorable and magical. I had dived deep in the ocean of Love; I have smell the fragance of Love; I feel blissed with the magic of Love; I was blessed with pure Love and for sure I was in Love with My Love; with each passing day, Love which is more than yesterday but less than tomorrow.

"There is no surprise more magical than the surprise of being loved. PS I LOVE YOU"