Destiny Made It To The Stars
Zoya was a very beautiful girl, who stood well dressed up in her best
friend's marriage. She was feeling very lonely that day, as much as she
was the happiest person. Having been the closest friend to Shambhavi.
From high school to that day, they had well known what either of them
liked and what not. From a week back, Zoya had joined Shambhavi in the
family functions, to actively be a part of the rituals and to help carry
them. They had grown up together and those youthful years had been the
days of shine and splendour. They had travelled along, watched the films
together, shopped and ate; they were ready any day for such schedule.
This defined their love for each other and the company of one another.
Zoya kept her glance at the bride and groom getting their pictures clicked with relatives and friends. She was emotional, she was in her own world of imaginations. Somewhere figuring out where all those years had passed in between and how they had talked and dreamt about growing up and also leading independent lives of their own. Those were the mixed feelings, when she knew that Shambhavi wouldn't meet her frequently as they had met before her marriage, when they had talked about their hardships, their lows and ups in life to each other. Shambhavi was marrying an NRI. She would soon fly to a distant land and they would talk over phone but still, Zoya couldn't call her every time and ask her to come over coffee. These thoughts moved in Zoya's mind.
How everyone was happy in the wedding that no one had asked this girl, who had been the bride's best friend, what she went through at that time. She needed someone by her side, but she didn't bother to talk to anyone but go through her mixed feelings, with celebration of their friendship. She decided to be jolly and not cry all the more, although she was about to cry as she looked at Shambhavi leaving. The school girl after whom boys rushed to impress, the girl who was very sophisticated and very choosy, as to what to order for food and where to dine. How the school girl in her was felt to be seen, on her wedding day. How all the priceless memories stepped in and augmented their say to life, that how very fine it was to dream, to wonder and chirp in silence; that life was a journey and every person who met was an influence, either bad or good but was an influence. These two friends had really influenced each others' life and helped themselves in becoming better individuals.
That night passed, the newly weds had left the wedding venue for home. Zoya had met her friend beforehand, and they had promised to stay in touch. Later on, Zoya left for her home with images of her best friend's wedding, rolling in her mind. When Shambhavi would always say her that she didn't think, there was a right guy for her anywhere and she wouldn't marry ever and when Zoya would tell her that she would surely get that one person, who would be perfect for her. Those memories did strike her mind that night, and tears engrossed along but she knew, there wasn't any need to have room for sadness anymore. For, it was Shambhavi's big day. A very important as well as one of the most memorable days of her life.“ Mixed feelings, right!” She thought yet again and the stars were visible in the sky, watching her as she watched them back. Her eyes closed, peaceful yet rhythmic the thoughts of the past days streamed across as waves reached the shore yet again, only to mix back with the waters in the backward motion into the sea. It meant that life would once again be normal, nothing was going to really change in the world.
Zoya had thoughts of her classmate, who had proposed to her, his love for her whence they were still in school. They had met again after a long time gap on Shambhavi's marriage. Kabir was very sweet, to greet her first and soon she winked a hello and they talked for sometime, sharing how they had been doing with their lives. Zoya could feel the love in Kabir's eyes for her ever present even that day, although time had moved really much from that phase when school was over. He didn't say her anything but his eyes could speak volumes. He had known that she didn't feel for him what he had always felt for her. Zoya was very happy to know that he was in the army and she told him about her bank, where she worked. It was a pleasant meeting for both of them. They exchanged their phone numbers and promised to meet, and stay in touch.
Next week, he called her to meet over for lunch as he hadn't left the city by then. Zoya was so influenced when he told her about the army, how disciplined everyone was; how they had to be alert at the borders, when there could be attack from the other side, and they had to take care of the people living in the nearby regions. After listening his stories of vigour, of bravery; she felt of him to be an intelligent person, whose reflexes were very sharp and whose eyes were very expressive. They had liked each others company. She told him, on how her banking job wasn't that much moving as his passion had been, to safeguard his country. Although she realized it that she had found it very easy and liked working in a bank. He told her, it was difficult for him to stay at one place and work. They shared a laughter pill, to make the atmosphere resound freshness to their discussions. Their gossips were very much involving either of them, to witness what it was to be an army man and what to be a banker. That was a memorable meet-up and they never knew that it would become so interesting and enjoyable. Kabir was to leave the very next day, as his holidays had been over. They bid goodbyes and as they had promised, they stayed in touch and expected the same in the times to come by.
Zoya kept on wondering that why had he taken holidays, just to come on Shambhavi's marriage, although he was not a very close friend oh hers, but still he had come. She wanted to tell herself that he had come to meet her, to meet a girl whom he had given his heart and waited for all that while, to hear her say, or just to know how she was doing. Because otherwise, they had no connection whatsoever. That one meeting made her imagine, how Kabir had been as a person more closely than ever before. She had his thoughts everyday, for the next few weeks she couldn't forget him. His thoughts didn't leave her mind, even when she tried to think of something else, Kabir had cast a place in her heart; yes, it was so. She agreed to this as her emotions made her do so.
Zoya talked to Shambhavi on phone and told her, how she had met Kabir and couldn't forget him, his thoughts that would cross her mind daily. Shambhavi told her, "You miss him..right! " .. "Umm.. Yeah.. kind of.. sort of.. but why do I?" was Zoya's reply! Shambhavi suggested her to talk to him, to telephone him and ask how he was.. to this she responded in affirmative. Zoya called him on his phone but it wasn't in reach, she didn't know why but that very moment she missed him like anything. She could but recollect the many times, he had stood by her in class; it only showed that he cared for her. He never asked much from her, once she declined to his proposal in school, but his attitude towards her never changed but always remained the same. The intelligent boy, who completed his assignments on time and who helped everyone in the class with their assignments. She had liked him too, but she resisted to get into the bond of love. Zoya had answered Kabir in refusal, saying that love and relationships weren't meant for her; she disbelieved in anything such as love, she would say! But, then she was also innocent; she made her heart believe that whatever she was saying was right in the school days, although her heart was never too sure, of her actions.
Zoya had liked him too when she thought more and more about him, even after meeting him after a long gap. There had been no one else in her life. To like him was a newer feeling, like a freshened thought to experience in life.
After a wait for more than a month, she got a call from Kabir, who told her that he was coming home after 6 months and then, his family had planned his wedding. It was going to be an arranged marriage, and Zoya was invited for his marriage. How she felt broken that moment, after believing in love; how she had felt inclination for him. The kind of a person, so fun-loving and caring he was, she wondered if she had known any such guy, and she liked his personality. But, she was quite late in this realization. She didn't want to tell her heart to him in the middle of everything, she thought it better to stay with her old ideals, by which she always lived; to be alone, and walk past the roads by herself. She reached her home, and she felt everyone at home being so happy! She couldn't pretend to be like them, with big smiles on their faces. Zoya's brothers were found staring at her face with some hidden secrets, she could sense that something was cooking behind, really. Then her brother told her that he had passed his entrance exam in a very renowned college of the state, and she congratulated him on his remarkable feat.
It had been evening when she had returned back home from her office and was surprised with the cheerfulness at their home. Then at the dinner table, everyone was normal like any other day, then the door knocked and Shambhavi went to see who was there at the door. Her father asked her about marriage, regarding when she thought it was the right time for her. But, then she didn't show much interest in these talks. She felt uneasy, to see everyone giving her example of Shambhavi, her friend; who had just got married. After the dinner was done, everyone as customarily did sit in the veranda in the house, when her mother would switch on the television to hear the news of the day. Her dad took out a picture of a boy, to show her; to see what she felt of the man, that her family could start their search for a suitable match for her. The picture of the boy was sent to Zoya, after being passed from her brothers, and they nodded their assent to the man in the photo. Least interested Zoya looked at the plants in the veranda, and then as the picture came to her, she was surprised to the hilt. "KABIR!" As much as she was in denial of the fact, that the guy in the photograph wasn't Kabir, the more she wanted to know about him. Was the guy really Kabir? She wanted a reality check, that it wasn't her dream. Everyone laughed at her surprise and she was too shy to sit any longer with everyone. With his picture in her hands, she went to her room and called Kabir on his phone. This time it did ring, and he told her; destiny after all brought them together. Their families had arranged it all for them, Shambhavi was there to tell the families about the both of them. Yes, this friend had known, what love meant to Zoya and how much Kabir loved her.
It was quite an unusual story, but yes, they both got married not after six months but after two and half years. They had talked, they had spent time, trying the life; that had surprised them. In the many presents of life, she and he got the best gift with the company of each another. They were in love, and their waiting for the right time, only brought them their calling of life, as they were united forever.
Shambhavi and her husband did join the duo and their families, in the wedding; and it was a lovely feeling to be in love, they felt.
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Gagandeep Singh Vaid
Zoya kept her glance at the bride and groom getting their pictures clicked with relatives and friends. She was emotional, she was in her own world of imaginations. Somewhere figuring out where all those years had passed in between and how they had talked and dreamt about growing up and also leading independent lives of their own. Those were the mixed feelings, when she knew that Shambhavi wouldn't meet her frequently as they had met before her marriage, when they had talked about their hardships, their lows and ups in life to each other. Shambhavi was marrying an NRI. She would soon fly to a distant land and they would talk over phone but still, Zoya couldn't call her every time and ask her to come over coffee. These thoughts moved in Zoya's mind.
How everyone was happy in the wedding that no one had asked this girl, who had been the bride's best friend, what she went through at that time. She needed someone by her side, but she didn't bother to talk to anyone but go through her mixed feelings, with celebration of their friendship. She decided to be jolly and not cry all the more, although she was about to cry as she looked at Shambhavi leaving. The school girl after whom boys rushed to impress, the girl who was very sophisticated and very choosy, as to what to order for food and where to dine. How the school girl in her was felt to be seen, on her wedding day. How all the priceless memories stepped in and augmented their say to life, that how very fine it was to dream, to wonder and chirp in silence; that life was a journey and every person who met was an influence, either bad or good but was an influence. These two friends had really influenced each others' life and helped themselves in becoming better individuals.
That night passed, the newly weds had left the wedding venue for home. Zoya had met her friend beforehand, and they had promised to stay in touch. Later on, Zoya left for her home with images of her best friend's wedding, rolling in her mind. When Shambhavi would always say her that she didn't think, there was a right guy for her anywhere and she wouldn't marry ever and when Zoya would tell her that she would surely get that one person, who would be perfect for her. Those memories did strike her mind that night, and tears engrossed along but she knew, there wasn't any need to have room for sadness anymore. For, it was Shambhavi's big day. A very important as well as one of the most memorable days of her life.“ Mixed feelings, right!” She thought yet again and the stars were visible in the sky, watching her as she watched them back. Her eyes closed, peaceful yet rhythmic the thoughts of the past days streamed across as waves reached the shore yet again, only to mix back with the waters in the backward motion into the sea. It meant that life would once again be normal, nothing was going to really change in the world.
Zoya had thoughts of her classmate, who had proposed to her, his love for her whence they were still in school. They had met again after a long time gap on Shambhavi's marriage. Kabir was very sweet, to greet her first and soon she winked a hello and they talked for sometime, sharing how they had been doing with their lives. Zoya could feel the love in Kabir's eyes for her ever present even that day, although time had moved really much from that phase when school was over. He didn't say her anything but his eyes could speak volumes. He had known that she didn't feel for him what he had always felt for her. Zoya was very happy to know that he was in the army and she told him about her bank, where she worked. It was a pleasant meeting for both of them. They exchanged their phone numbers and promised to meet, and stay in touch.
Next week, he called her to meet over for lunch as he hadn't left the city by then. Zoya was so influenced when he told her about the army, how disciplined everyone was; how they had to be alert at the borders, when there could be attack from the other side, and they had to take care of the people living in the nearby regions. After listening his stories of vigour, of bravery; she felt of him to be an intelligent person, whose reflexes were very sharp and whose eyes were very expressive. They had liked each others company. She told him, on how her banking job wasn't that much moving as his passion had been, to safeguard his country. Although she realized it that she had found it very easy and liked working in a bank. He told her, it was difficult for him to stay at one place and work. They shared a laughter pill, to make the atmosphere resound freshness to their discussions. Their gossips were very much involving either of them, to witness what it was to be an army man and what to be a banker. That was a memorable meet-up and they never knew that it would become so interesting and enjoyable. Kabir was to leave the very next day, as his holidays had been over. They bid goodbyes and as they had promised, they stayed in touch and expected the same in the times to come by.
Zoya kept on wondering that why had he taken holidays, just to come on Shambhavi's marriage, although he was not a very close friend oh hers, but still he had come. She wanted to tell herself that he had come to meet her, to meet a girl whom he had given his heart and waited for all that while, to hear her say, or just to know how she was doing. Because otherwise, they had no connection whatsoever. That one meeting made her imagine, how Kabir had been as a person more closely than ever before. She had his thoughts everyday, for the next few weeks she couldn't forget him. His thoughts didn't leave her mind, even when she tried to think of something else, Kabir had cast a place in her heart; yes, it was so. She agreed to this as her emotions made her do so.
Zoya talked to Shambhavi on phone and told her, how she had met Kabir and couldn't forget him, his thoughts that would cross her mind daily. Shambhavi told her, "You miss him..right! " .. "Umm.. Yeah.. kind of.. sort of.. but why do I?" was Zoya's reply! Shambhavi suggested her to talk to him, to telephone him and ask how he was.. to this she responded in affirmative. Zoya called him on his phone but it wasn't in reach, she didn't know why but that very moment she missed him like anything. She could but recollect the many times, he had stood by her in class; it only showed that he cared for her. He never asked much from her, once she declined to his proposal in school, but his attitude towards her never changed but always remained the same. The intelligent boy, who completed his assignments on time and who helped everyone in the class with their assignments. She had liked him too, but she resisted to get into the bond of love. Zoya had answered Kabir in refusal, saying that love and relationships weren't meant for her; she disbelieved in anything such as love, she would say! But, then she was also innocent; she made her heart believe that whatever she was saying was right in the school days, although her heart was never too sure, of her actions.
Zoya had liked him too when she thought more and more about him, even after meeting him after a long gap. There had been no one else in her life. To like him was a newer feeling, like a freshened thought to experience in life.
After a wait for more than a month, she got a call from Kabir, who told her that he was coming home after 6 months and then, his family had planned his wedding. It was going to be an arranged marriage, and Zoya was invited for his marriage. How she felt broken that moment, after believing in love; how she had felt inclination for him. The kind of a person, so fun-loving and caring he was, she wondered if she had known any such guy, and she liked his personality. But, she was quite late in this realization. She didn't want to tell her heart to him in the middle of everything, she thought it better to stay with her old ideals, by which she always lived; to be alone, and walk past the roads by herself. She reached her home, and she felt everyone at home being so happy! She couldn't pretend to be like them, with big smiles on their faces. Zoya's brothers were found staring at her face with some hidden secrets, she could sense that something was cooking behind, really. Then her brother told her that he had passed his entrance exam in a very renowned college of the state, and she congratulated him on his remarkable feat.
It had been evening when she had returned back home from her office and was surprised with the cheerfulness at their home. Then at the dinner table, everyone was normal like any other day, then the door knocked and Shambhavi went to see who was there at the door. Her father asked her about marriage, regarding when she thought it was the right time for her. But, then she didn't show much interest in these talks. She felt uneasy, to see everyone giving her example of Shambhavi, her friend; who had just got married. After the dinner was done, everyone as customarily did sit in the veranda in the house, when her mother would switch on the television to hear the news of the day. Her dad took out a picture of a boy, to show her; to see what she felt of the man, that her family could start their search for a suitable match for her. The picture of the boy was sent to Zoya, after being passed from her brothers, and they nodded their assent to the man in the photo. Least interested Zoya looked at the plants in the veranda, and then as the picture came to her, she was surprised to the hilt. "KABIR!" As much as she was in denial of the fact, that the guy in the photograph wasn't Kabir, the more she wanted to know about him. Was the guy really Kabir? She wanted a reality check, that it wasn't her dream. Everyone laughed at her surprise and she was too shy to sit any longer with everyone. With his picture in her hands, she went to her room and called Kabir on his phone. This time it did ring, and he told her; destiny after all brought them together. Their families had arranged it all for them, Shambhavi was there to tell the families about the both of them. Yes, this friend had known, what love meant to Zoya and how much Kabir loved her.
It was quite an unusual story, but yes, they both got married not after six months but after two and half years. They had talked, they had spent time, trying the life; that had surprised them. In the many presents of life, she and he got the best gift with the company of each another. They were in love, and their waiting for the right time, only brought them their calling of life, as they were united forever.
Shambhavi and her husband did join the duo and their families, in the wedding; and it was a lovely feeling to be in love, they felt.
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Gagandeep Singh Vaid
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