Beautiful tears

A story by Dove for her lifebouy..

A few months ago when they saw each other for the first time..Days passed and turned in to weeks and months. It seems like a digit but during this time every breath they took has narrated the feeling of longingness. Lonely nights, Dove’s amateur fights and Lifebuoy’s meaningful phone calls.
They finally met 9 months later…

When they first met it was Lifebuoy waiting for her standing tall next to his only love of life – his only car. ? But, This time it was Dove’s turn to wait for him as Lifebuoy is going to arrive in her city.

Dove to herself: OMG!! He is coming.. Just with the thought of “his coming” she blushed everytime she cross marked the calendar and thanked god. She reached at the decided place and decided to take a stroll into the nearby park until he arrive. She was busy analysing the statue of the ruler of the city and her phone rang..

He: Hello…kaha hai tu?
She: Yahi pe pass vale garden me..ok ok I saw you..stay there am coming. ?

She reached till him wanted to hug him but knowing his nature she decided not to hug him publicly. They traveled till hotel in an auto Dove’s favourite transportation mode and his nightmare like travel mode. Hahaha but that is how he is! <3 They hugged each other followed by a gentle kiss. I am so happy that you came ignoring all the odds she whispered. I so wanted to love and he wrapped her in his arms once again and kissed her forehead. A silent tear of love rolled down her cheek. <3


Reader’s note: Lifebuoy- The hero of our story is a very sensitive same like all the other good men of this planet, he weighs words before uttering them and one such beautiful man. <3


They rested for a while in each other’s arms before going for the sightseeing. The city which was unfamiliar for her too turned magical instantly. They went for boat ride, palaces, lake side and visited 1000 years old temple. Meaningful silence surrounded them while appreciating beauty of the city. They lived once again like happily ever after.. 🙂 Returned back after the long tiring tour actually he was tired after travelling thousands kms for her.. during the bed time her never ending questionnaire started: Did you miss me? How many times a day and all those deliberate and annoying for him KBC session started as he loves to sleep and “not to let him” is her solemn duty. He took her in his arms and replied: Nah! I didn’t. Just to annoy her. She said “ok” and she kissed him knowing the fact that how much he actually loves her.

The next day arrived and they went for shopping. She was constantly busy thinking how blessed she is to have him in her life. He was a kind of man we can put into the category of a beautiful man. Even though he was a family oriented guy he always manages to find time for her no matter what. This time he travelled almost 1000kms to fulfill her wish and finally the time came which none of them actually like. Time to depart. Before leaving the residence Dove asked to LB how many times do you remember me?

LB replied in his sensible man like manner: Every time I look at any girl, I remember you. In fact I always miss you so much..sensing her sadness she decided to stay strong and this time she pulled him towards her and took him in her arms, hugged him tightly and kissed him.

“Kya baat hai that was awesome” he teased her. And they both laughed. They thanked god for making it happen. <3

His words are enough for her to understand his feelings. It was not easy for him either. She started crying in his arms wanting him not to go. And the tears of love- “the beautiful tears”, had filled her eyes. It was uncontrollable for her knowing how disturbing it could be for him. But she cried her heart out in his arms any way. Tears might have manny different types and kinds or reasons. But for her it was all beautiful to cry for him, with him and for “not to leave without him”. It all started seeming meaningless in that particular moment to her as she realised how ghastly the clock was tick-toking. He kissed her forehead and hold her in his arm tightly for some time saying “yehi hi tto hoon, kaha kahi jaa raha”
With his kind word the “sob sob session” touched the new heights. It was unbearable for her to watch him go. But as usual taking care of her he asked her to leave and reach at her place safely. As soon as she entered inside the room the silence of the empty room made her miss him even more. She started missing him like anything. She went near the temple and asked a question to god, “This entire universe is yours including my pumpkin but can’t you give him to me? Can’t you make him mine? It is Dove’s nature to punish her loved ones by asking questions. Automatically she remembered the dress she wore on the previous day. It must have got his smell intake she thought and took them out from her bag. She hugged her clothes sensing his presence in the surrounding and slept in her bed. Tears roll down her eyes whenever she missed him but she calls them “tears of love”.

“The beautiful tears of love”.

He called her and pampered her saying just stay strong, The more you smile, the sooner I will arrive. And kissed her over the phone.

She followed her command and replied “I know and I am waiting……” then she insisted him to sleep, as he was going to travel thousands kms back again, and kissed him back.

Some stories are not meant to be end they are meant to be loved and lived. Such was their love unique in their own way and incomplete without each other.


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The Blue Sweater!!!


 I was 8 years old when my dad got transferred to our hometown. After living my so called “whole life” like a nomads, it was actually hard to believe that there can be something like “hometown” in real..!!!

But still, we shifted in the city and settled our house. One fine evening I took my bicycle and went out for a ride. My mom had however warned me not to go very far as I might get lost in this new place.

I went with my cycle. The weather was good and it fuelled my desire to explore the city.[..actually I still have this addiction of exploring new roads..]. I rided and rided and finally as my mom predicted I got LOST..!!! [hehe.. mom knows everything.. :D]

It was almost more than two hours I was out, and in those days we didn’t had any mobile phones or mushroomed GPS, which could have guided me.
I was tired and hungry, those two hours of reckless riding was taking its toll!!!

I was walking on the road holding my cycle. Suddenly I came across a stall[or in right words a “thela”] The man was selling “Bhel-puri”. My mouth started watering. Those colourful eatables tempted me. I was fancied by the mechanical movement of the vendors hands when he tossed the bhel-puri in the air to mix it…!!! That was the best ever thing I could have ever got to eat.

“Kuch chahiye beta?” the vendor asked me kindly.
I couldn’t actually react properly, he asked me again, “Bhel khaani hai beta?”
“haan uncle” I replied with a nervous face.
“Paise hai?” he asked in the same kind tone.
I checked my pocket, and felt some coins. I pulled them out and counted. They were hardly 3-4 rupees. The amount which mom used to give me to get my cycle repaired if it got a flat tyre or something.[In those days 3-4 rupees was enough for such things!!!]
“Kitne paise hai?” he asked me.
“3 rupaye uncle..” I said sadly, I was disheartened.
“Koi baat nahi..!!! meri bhel-puri 5 rupaye ki hai, par tum 3 mei hi kha lo, tumhare liye ek special chotta plate bana deta hu!!!”

My mom had taught me not to take favour’s from strangers but at that time my hunger actually made me forget all those preachings for a while.
I took the bhel-puri plate and started eating like a caveman. God! I was so.. so… hungry and it actually tasted like ambrosia at that moment!

He was busy with some customers, but after sometime he was free. He turned towards me and asked, “Beta tumko pehle kabhi dekha nahi yaha! Naye aaye ho?”
“Uncle mere papa ki posting ho gayi hai yaha, 2 week pehle aaye hai.” I said in urgency with my mouth full of his bhel.
“Uncle aapko ye rasta pata hai kya? mai apna ghar bhul gayi!” I told him thinking he will help me out. He asked me about my exact address. My mom had made me memorise my address and I told it in a nursery kid style to him.
“Arre… mai toh waha jaata rehta hu, chalo tumko ghar pohacha deta hu.” He said with a smile.

I felt relieved in an instant, and walked with my cycle at the side of his “thela”
He dropped me home, I asked him to wait and take those 2 rupees which he had reduced from his rate because of me. He smiled and said, “Phir kabhi meri madad kar dena beta, 2 rupaye vasool ho jaenge!!!”

We stayed in our hometown for a year or two and again my dad got transfered to some other place. I used to eat his bhel-puri almost whenever I met him. 
so, his absence in other cities made me miss him.

We came back to our city after 6 long years. The memory of “Bhel-puri waale uncle” was still fresh in my heart.
I went out riding to the place where he used to come every second day, but he was not there!
I continued this routine for 3-4 days but he didn’t came. Finally I asked the near by people, where has he gone?
“He has grown very old, not fit enough to walk with a thela, so he sits somewhere near the market place. Go there you will find him!” One of my neighbours told me, astound with the fact that I am asking about a, stupid “bhel-puri wala!”
I went to the market place and found him sitting at a filthy corner. He didn’t had the same colourful “thela” instead a small bamboo basket. He wore a thick pair of spectacles now. And his face had fallen prey to wrinkles. His clothes were clean but completely worn out.

“Uncle teen rupaye wala ek special chotta plate milega kya?” I asked him.
He immediately turned his head up and stood in amazement!
“Beta! tum toh?” he said adjusting his specs and trying to recognise my grown-up face.
“Kya uncle hum itne din se aapka wait kar rahe the, aap aaye hi nahi humei bhel khilaane.” I said jokingly.
He smiled at me and immediately made a plate of bhel for me. It was a real one big surprise for me to see that he still remembered my favorite recipe.

Since that day I used to visit him regularly for having bhel.
 Few months rolled away and it was chilly winter season. [Our city actually has a harsh winter climate.] 
I went to him in the evening after my coaching. I saw him sitting in the same filthy corner. I was dressed in proper cap, muffler, jackets and all the possible woollens which you wear to protect yourself from biting cold. 
but, he was hardly wearing any woollens, he actually had just two shirts on his body which he used to wear alternatively everyday. 
“Uncle aapko thand nai lag rahi?” even after wearing so much, my teeth were still chattering.
“Beta! thand lag bhi rahi ho toh kya kiya ja sakta hai? Humare paas toh yahi 2 shirt hai, wahi pehan liye hai!”  He said. his hands were trembling because of cold. It took him lot of time to chop those onions and potato because of cold-bite blisters on his hands.

I felt over-whelmed and ashamed of myself that I have never even bothered to understand the miseries of this man!!!
I left that place with a heavy heart. I went home and asked my mum that do we have any spare old sweater in dad’s closet which we can donate to “Bhel-puri waale uncle”.
My mom searched the entire house whole-heartedly but she couldn’t find any such spare woollen. 
It disheartened me, I actually wanted to help that poor man. My mom read the expressions on my face and kindly said, “Every year we do charity on New Years… why can’t we do it a little before this year..??? lets go and buy a woollen for Bhel-puri waale uncle..!!”
My face was lite within seconds, I felt proud to have such an understanding and kind mom!!!

We went to the market and bought a “BLUE SWEATER!!”

Me and my mom went to gift it to uncle, but he didn’t wanted to take it saying how can he take a favour from us?

I smiled and said, “Uncle aap ne ek baar kaha tha mujh se… ki kabhi meri madad kar dena, 2 rupaye vasool ho jaenge… aaj ho gaye..!!! ab mana mat kariye… isko pehan kar dikhaaiye..!!!”

He didn’t say a word after that, and wore it. There were tears of happiness and gratitude in his eyes. He couldn’t say much to me, simply joined his hands and said, “Hazaro logo ka pett bharta hu roz, par koi ye kabhi nahi puchta ki mera pett bhara hai ki nahi..??. Beta tum ne aaj jo kiya hai wo mai kabhi nahi bhuloonga..!!!”

I stepped forward and said those formal words to console him.
Then we turned back to go back to our home. I could feel a vibe of happiness and satisfaction in me. The smile which I had seen on “Bhel-puri waale uncle’s” face was so incredibly soothing.

From that day, me and my mom made it a point that every year we donated at least one or two woollens to the needy.
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