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Silence : The language of LOVE – Part 4

First, second and third part of story can be read at Part-1, Part-2 and Part-3.

When I and Bhavya reached home, Papa was reading newspaper and was enjoying his evening tea and Ma was preparing dinner. Bhavya went running to Papa and gave him hug. Papa smiled and asked her about day at college. And to this Bhavya dropped bomb saying her day was worse than ever and when Papa asked Why, she said something which I could not believe,

Papa, today Shivya has done something which is so shameful for us, as a family that I do not want to go to college again. A choreographer from Mumbai has come for show in college. When he did not select Shivya, she went in again and tried to seduce him and then danced with him shamelessly. Papa, I will not be able to face my friends again.

To this, Papa looked at me with edgy eyes. I got furious. How can Bhavya make a story like that. I walked to her and stood in front of her and do not know what happened to me, I slapped her. I never in my worst dream imagined that my blood sister will speak those words for me. Until now, I used to get irritated with Bhavya but today she had crossed all limits. I started shouting,

Bhavya, you cannot be my sister. Do you know what chasing dream means? Do you know what sibling means? Do you know what helping other means? You, at your heart know that whatever you are doing or saying is not true. Why do you want to ruin my life?

And before I could proceed further, a hard slap made me fall down. he was still looking at me angrily. I stood up and went to Bhavya again and told her

I will never mourn in case if you leave this world. I hate you like anything

And left for my room. After locking myself in the room, I cried hysterically.

What was going on? My own sister was not happy about my happiness. How can she use those kind of words for me? What I did wrong if I danced with Gaurav?

And with those questions in mind and tear in eyes, don’t know when I fell asleep.

The next morning, when I woke up, new set of rules was ready for me. I was banned to leave the house and Bhavya was appointed as my guard. I left my breakfast as it is and went into my room. For whole day, I did not eat anything and kept lying on the bed. A continuous loop of thought kept my occupied – what Gaurav might be doing….he might have noticed my absence or he might not have….he might have asked someone about me or he might not have….he might have forgotten me or he might not have…..No one in the house cared about me and I was not in mood of grieving about it. The most pity thing was, due to Bhavya, I missed a lifetime chance to dance with Gaurav and that was making me furious. With anger, grief and sadness in mind, I slept for another night.

When my eyes were still sleepy, I heard a male voice. For a moment, I thought I was dreaming and closed my eyes but that voice was still calling me,

Shivya, Shivya……

Finally, I got up and after setting my eyes in the dark around when I concentrated, I saw someone at window. He was Gaurav, I knew it. With a happy quiver, I ran towards window and opened it. He came inside and a smile spread on my face. So, my dream man was missing me……I was happy. Gaurav was smiling and I did not know what to do. Hesitantly I asked him to sit on my bed and his answer sent a chill in my body,

Shivya, instead I will dance with you.

Just close your eyes and feel the music

He held my hand and we started….yes, in front of that mirror, where I danced alone for countless number of times while dreaming to dance with Gaurav. I do not know for how much time we kept dancing but when I felt that flame when our breaths crossed, I knew, I had to stop. Unlike Bhavya said, I always knew my limits and followed too. I stopped too and Gaurav too, while his head still stuck with mine and his breath still crossing mine.



At the age of 19, it is really impossible to avoid all those physical temptations and that too when you know you are with your dream man. Before I could think of anything, I felt the fire on my lips and it took me to another world. Really, it was magnetic. Without hesitation and thought, I responded and that response was rewarded with deep, sensual, breath stopping kiss from Gaurav. When we both were out of breath, we stopped and even though there was dark around, I could see a pure smile on his face and he too must have seen the same on my face too. He was still holding my hand and I was still looking into his eyes, which was drawing me to the different world.

Shivya, I came to know about your orthodox family from your friends in college. I kept waiting for you today and when you did not come, I could match the cards that how our dance story could have conveyed to your family. I could not hold myself and you too now must know why. I don’t know what extra ordinary you have but I have not think anything else since last 24 hours and it feels like I have finally met the soul mate. Shivya, we meet everyone in our life for a reason and by the time, we come to know about that reason, that person leaves our life. I do not want to lose you like that.

I looked into those eyes again and could recognize the truth of his words there.


Who knew that night was going to be the critical night of my life where I had to decide upon something, which I never wanted to. And when Gaurav verbalized that question, I did not know what to say.

To be continued ….

Second Birthday of my Second Baby ….

With trembling hands

When I wrote that first post

Every first is exciting

I never knew I will come so far

With gruelling eyes and tired brain

When I kept writing those love stories

but heart is not logical

I never knew this blog will 2 years old someday

With heavy heart and failed efforts

When I wrote the encouraging post

Will you live or complain?

I was not at all impressed with my words

But today,

On the second anniversary of this blog


I want to confess

I am not the best

But I have grew better

After I started penning those inspirational posts

I am not the Guru

But I know meaning of life

After I coded those poems

I am not An Optimistic

But I have grew positive

After I gave happy ending to those love stories

It’s always you, dear readers

Who have encouraged me via words and likes …

And therefore today,

I am looking forward

For my second child to become a naughty toddler soon

Will my dream ever come true?

Certainly, answer comes from heart

And spreads a smile on my face

Two tier round blue second birthday cake with trains and the number 2 on top

Happy Birthday Dear An Optimistic……I love you 🙂

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Silence : The language of Love – Part 3

First and second part of story can be read at Part-1 and Part-2.

I opened my eyes and tried to move my body but somehow my mind was blank and was not giving any order to the body. It was Gaurav effect. I tried to move my legs and it felt like they were stuck. After failed efforts in moving my body in rhythm with the song being played, when I heard NEXT, I was shocked. I had lost the most precious chance of dancing with my dream man. Generally very strong, I could not control tears. Those who knew about my talents of dance, felt sad for me.

Friends came around and started asking WHY. I did not have answer, really. After getting out of auditorium, I cried like anything. Friends tried to console me and helped me in settling. Bhavya too was there with me. Although she was not at all sad and I could see that squinted smile on her face. I felt poorer. At that moment, I wanted to try for one more time, the last time, to not lose my dream. Avoiding friends around, I went inside auditorium, where Gaurav was busy observing another girl’s movement. I stood beside him but he did not notice. I kept standing there. Once the girl completed, he shouted “YES” smilingly and that gave another crack to my delicate heart. He looked at me with questioned eyes. I started freezing again. Those eyes, where I could see depth of world, were successful in making me dumb again. Although this time, I gained my consciousness back immediately and started,

Can I have another chance?

No, he said simply with blank expressions

Why?, I could not believe him

Whether its stage or life, you always get one opportunity. If you lose it, you lost it, he explained philosophically.

It would be your loss rather my, I said with confidence.

Really? A smile spread on his face.

You are going to lose best dancer in the crew, I advocated myself.

And what makes you think you are the best?, a question from him



And after matching eyes with him again, I felt nervous.

What’s going on? Don’t get anxious, don’t lose chance, trust yourself, my mind and heart spoke together to me.

I can prove it, I said.

Prove, he said.

I went on centre stage again and this time I avoided matching eyes with him. Those eyes were really magical. Anyone who will look into them will forget the world for a moment. I heard,


Again I closed my eyes, ordered my heart to be in control, concentrated my ears to listen to the music bits and ordered my body to MOVE.

And I started.

With every bit of music, my body was moving naturally in the best way. I was enjoying. I forgot for a moment that who was around. I danced like I used to dance in front of mirror at home. I don’t know for how much time I kept dancing but I came back to real world when I heard a round of applause. Friends were cheering me up from one corner and Gaurav was standing beside me. His hands were still clapping for me.

He stood beside me and smiled.

I raised my eye brow and asked him for decision.

He smiled.

I would like to dance with you, Shivya, he murmured in my right ear and believe me those were the most beautiful words of my life.

He signed to start music and immediately after that he held my hand and started dancing. Without problem, I could match with his moves. He was smiling continuously and I was happy while dancing with my dream man.It felt like we were alone in the whole world under the starry sky.


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That dance would have never end, if Bhavya would have not been there.

Shivya, stop it. Lets go home. I need to talk with papa about you, she said in ordered tone.

We stopped immediately and Gaurav was shocked by her reaction. I did not want to create scene so I started leaving the stage. Gaurav too started walking beside me.

A tear rail started flowing from my eyes. I did not know why I was crying. Was it about happiness of dancing with Gaurav or was it due to Bhavya? I kept staring the floor and suddenly I heard him

I would like to dance with you, Shivya, he was smiling again.

I looked at him with smile on my lips and tears in my eyes and left for home with Bhavya.

Who knew that different story was shaping up in Bhavya’s mind while I was enjoying my dance moments with Gaurav?

To be continued …