HEER - RANJAA...


In the mid of autumn that was the month of September, when I saw a girl passing by my side in the college campus.
Her eyes spoke more than her words, those bright shining eyes which could be louder that any melodious song. Her smile was just like water to a thirsty man. Little did I knew that me and she could never be together. But I become her ranjaa and she my Heer.
She wanted to persue music and start a company of her own but due to her financial conditions she could not continue. Whereas now she was doing her MBA and played hockey in college. I was going to college everyday to just have a glimpse of her. Everytime she took a shot with her hockey stick, I used to run around to get the ball for her.
Her smile made me stupidly fall for her. It refreshes my mind. Then I realised that I was suffering from a chronic disorder, even more dangerous than cancer.
When you like something of a person you do everything to get the person, I started singing for her. Everyday stood in front of her window and rehearsed. Her smile gave me an approval and praised my efforts. Slowly we started talking to each other with  contact of our eyes. Words were just fillers for us. Our eyes spoke more than the dialect. I proposed her on her birthday. She looked so cute when she blushed. Her gestures gave me my answer.
We spent more time with each and enjoyed the evening walks, phone calls. Her laughs and girl's talk gradually became my necessity.
We did love each other but the society didn't accept it. The barriers created by people outshine the power of love. We tried hard to be together but alas! She got married to someone else.
I was distracted, shattered,broken; so was she. I started my musical career but become a drug addict. Her addiction turned me into a drug addict. There was no replacement but I needed one addiction to leave the old one. It's true God always help the true love and a kind heart. I made many music albums and conducted hundreds of concerts all over the world.
The most awaited city Patiala where she lived now. The name itself brought me closer to her. The song I sang that day was "tujhe bhool naa paun kabhi meh". A fan of mine came to meet and turned out to be her sister-in-law. That day I realised everything has its right time. I was invited at their place for dinner. I went to her place, not for my stomach but for my heart. That one year I spent was like hell on the earth.
The moment I saw her face, everything seemed to come to a halt. This time her eyes were in pain, they screamed to be free. She never wanted to face me neither meet me because she never wanted to depart again.
We were together talking that night. When her husband saw us. I could not leave her as I was afraid to loose her again. She too held me tightly. Physically she was with him but her soul was with me since a year.
I wanted her to be my companion, my hope, and my desire to live. I wanted US to be two bodies with a single soul.
 She as my Heer and I as her Ranjaa.

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Anonymous said…
Let us always meet each other with smile, for the smile is the beginning of love...💖💖
March 2, 2023 at 2:22 AM
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