Miraculous Love!! 93

She was in her blues. Melancholic, heartsick, failing day by day.

Love of her life was about to get married and her splintered heart was counting the broken pieces when accidentally she met “him”.

Tensed she stood outside an Indian store waiting for her taxi in states.  It was dusky and cold.

She thought of waiting inside the store than standing outside.

As she entered the store, her beauty and tensed face caught “his” attention. He was mesmerized by this Indian beauty. He was an Indian too.

She was looking drop dead gorgeous in her black dress. Her curls swirled around her face making her even more beautiful.

He could sense it from her behaviour that she needs help. She seemed lost and muddled. She was continuously looking outside.

He couldn’t stop himself and went to her.

“Are you looking for something, Madame?” he asked politely.

He scanned her face without even moving the eyelids. He was mesmerized even more. Her kohl black eyes looked sad but attractive.

“No, Thanks” she smiled back attentively and walked away.

It was getting late and her cab was nowhere around. Finally, she cancelled her cab and tried booking for another cab but she failed.

She was new to the city and had no clue whom to ask. So she went to ‘him’ and asked, “Actually, I need some help. Can you book a cab for me, I am new here and unable to book a cab”.

He gazed her for few seconds and said” I am a cab driver. I came here to buy some stuff. If you want I can run you down to your place. I mean you can book my cab”.

Her face brightens up.

“Sure”, she responded with a relief.

“Madame. Please wait for me outside the store. I’ll get the car. It’s parked on the other side”, he added.

“Okay”, she replied with calmness.

Her tensed face was little relaxed now.

Shining black car was at her services in seconds.

She sat inside the car. “Drop me at 250 Washington Avenue, please”, she said.

“Sure, Ma’am”, he replied with a twinkle on his face.

It was approximately 25 mins drive only but it became the most memorable one for him. He knew this might be the last time he is seeing her but he didn’t want to make her uncomfortable by driving through the long route.  So he took the normal route.

Where his eyes were busy praising her beauty, she was busy scrolling her phone with tears in her eyes.

“Madame, Can I play some music”, he interrupted.

“Sure”, she said softly.

He played some soft romantic Bollywood numbers.

She closed her eyes dipping herself in the melody of the music but tears kept rolling down from her eyes.

His heart was aching seeing her wet cheeks but he said nothing. He was thinking,“She is just a stranger then why can I feel the pain, why am I getting affected, why am I feeling this way, Why?”

After few minutes a voice interrupted her emotions. She opened her eyes.

“Madam here comes your destination”, he began writing something on the paper.

She thought he is giving her the receipt. “How much do I need to pay you?”, she asked in a hurry of rushing inside her hotel.

“Take this Madame”, he said.

As soon as she held the paper he drove away.

She was shocked. She immediately opened the paper to read what was written.

He stated:

I am not a cab driver but am ready to help you as and when required. I am owner of that store. Do visit again but with a smile on your face. Take care- Karan

She stood still for few seconds. She was awestruck. She felt sheepish.  Her face turned pink. She just couldn’t believe it happened.

That night she didn’t sleep at all. She often caught herself smiling.

Her heart didn’t count its broken pieces that night instead her heart kept on thinking about “An angel in disguise”.


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I want to spend some real time with you Ma but……!! 5674

A week passes by like a blink.

Being successful has its own Pro and cons. Success brings its own share of hiccups. You have to work hard to maintain it which takes a lot of your time! But who is complaining when you become a CEO at the age of 39.

Kabir Mehra, the young dynamic entrepreneur who took the market by storm and is climbing the success ladder from a middle-class background to a multi-crore turnover IT company.

Kabir Mehra’s journey might be taken as a fairy tale but it is his sheer grit determination and hard work which has taken him to this heights. He has always gone on record saying that his hard work and his parent’s blessings and determination is the reason of his success.

But right now he is in a bit of hurry. Coming out of his cabin and asking the assistant to take care for rest of the day, he hurriedly gets down the stairs.

Driver brings the car and he asks him to stay and take an off for a weekend. Getting into the car, taking out his blazer and loosening knot of the tie, he takes a deep breath, how he waits for the weekend to be just Kabir…not Kabir Mehra!!

A smile plays on his face and he passed his fingers through the thick mane of his. Putting in some music he puts the car into the gear as he has the weekend for him and her! Only two of them, like old times! He takes a deep breath of longingness.

Mumbai to Lonavala… is a wonderful drive and the feeling of meeting someone you love and crave to be together makes the drive enjoyable. After 2 hours he turned his car in the portico of her house. A lovely row-house with a beautifully done up garden where she was sitting reading her news paper. Her long beautiful hair was flowing in wind and she was dressed in her usual favorite white Chikankari dress.

Oh, how he missed her!!

He parked the car and looked around but she was still engrossed in her paper. He went and put his arms around her! Startled she looked back. The eyes met and she gave a wry smile.

“Oh come on! Not again!”Said Kabir

“Ok..let it be I know I should have come last week but I was busy.  And why are you sitting out wearing this summer dress ? The weather is changing, you will catch cold. Come let’s go in side. I will make a coffee for us.”

” You had eaten something. I baked a cake!” She said.

” Cake!! Wow..u remember to make a cake for me. Thank you”, elated he kissed her forehead.

“I will make nice coffee to go with the cake,” Kabir said enthusiastically.

“You sit. I will make. Guest don’t work in my home.” She said as she got up to the kitchen counter.

“Don’t say like that. I love you and you know that. Listen to your heart.” Kabir said holding her hand.

He made her sit near the kitchen counter chair where they generally sit and enjoy long conversation while cooking together. Today, she is a bit upset I guess.

He shrugged the thought and made two mugs of coffee just the way she likes. Hot and strong!

“So how is life?” Sipping his mug he asked

“You tell. People like you are busy in life with new things!” She said

He smiled looking into her eyes.  “Hmm I am busy with work but sometimes I feel I lost my self in the struggle of life and I wish to go back and be a child again.” Kabir said looking at her but she was lost in another world.

She is really upset with me, this time. “Let’s go out for dinner,” Kabir suggested.

” I am not going with you anywhere. I barely know you.” She said.

Kabir smiled and went on to his knees. ” Miss my name is Kabir and I came all the way from Mumbai to spend some time with you. Will you come for a dinner with me tonight.”

She was a bit confused yet there was something in Kabir’s eyes which touched her and she said yes.

They got ready and went out for dinner. Spent the evening talking about everything in the world. It was an evening well spent. The morning was beautiful. Kabir woke up to find himself sleeping next to her. The feeling was so satisfying and it felt as if the time should stop for some moments and he could enjoy the solitude with her.

He has to return today.

He got up and as the bell rang and the morning helper came. “Good morning Bhaiya, when you came.” the helper asked.

“Yesterday. Today I will be going back. Important meetings are there.”

She woke up and came out of a room. Kabir was sitting near kitchen counter.

“Kabir!!! When you came. You didn’t even inform?? “She came and hugged him tightly with moist eyes.

Kabir hugged her, even more, closer and could barely say” Good morning Ma”….

“Good morning my sonny boy. You at least tell me prior that you are coming.I can be ready. I was planning to bake a cake. And I would have cooked something nice.” Kabir was looking at her intimidated with her love in every word spoken.

“Ma today I am in hurry. Will come next weekend. Or you come with me NAA, please” he insisted.

“Kabir this is our house. With your childhood and your dad’s memory, I am more comfortable here. But why you come for this short time. Come at least for a day. You are busy but spend a night with me too,” she said in a loving complain.

Kabir looked at her and went to embrace her tightly “Next time Ma. I too want to spend some real time with you and sleep in your lap.”

The clock was ticking and Kabir wanted to prolong the hug before Mrs. Mehra again gets into her world created by deadly Alzheimer’s.

He said,”There is no such thing as periods pain & it is all just a myth.” 495

The Internet and social media are full of opinionated people and many think it’s their right to speak whatever nonsense they think and can express it on an open platform where thousands of viewers and readers visit. I like reading articles on news, current happenings and pretty much anything that may interest me. But what I also like is to read the comments. Here is one place where you can come across different mentality and some times it can even strike you hard at the reality of how twisted people minds are.

On one such article which was about how to help the periods pain and what women can do to reduce it, I thought of checking it out. As I normally feel these cramps every month and found very hard initially but after medication the pains reduced. So after reading the article, as always I casually checked the comments section.

There was this one comment from a guy that threw me off. He said, “Guys, do not believe all this shit, there is no such thing as periods pain and it is all just a myth”. I understand that such people comments are to be ignored but what made him say so?

Are men really that ignorant about what a woman goes through or is it simply they do not care? It’s just beyond my understanding. The first thought that came to my mind is probably this guy has never grown with a woman around him like his mother, sister, close friends.

It’s not just this random guy who threw such an absurd opinion on periods pain, but there are a lot of men as well as women who believe it to be. In the beginning of my marriage, I use to have a lot of pains and I am married into a family where my mother-in-law and sister-in-law are fortunate enough of never having much pain. When I started to have terrible menstrual cramps, my husband was sympathetic and tried to help me as much as possible by sharing my work. Before I could blink, I was tagged as a dramatist and lazy who exaggerates the menstrual pain to make my husband work.

Since then, I tried many times explaining to my in-laws that it is a different case with me and I am not as fortunate as them. Though they stopped their verbal abuse, I am not sure if they really understood.

Women think that menstrual cramps/periods pain is a common thing and they should not talk about it. Trust me. Ladies! Explain and educate your children and people around you about how it makes you suffer.

Yes! There are various ways that can help reduce the pain like medications, exercise, etc it still is harder for many. Some women body do not respond to medications. Some experience the periods pain to such as extent that they even feel like vomiting and the pain is much like having a heart attack sometimes.

Let’s not forget here other than the physical pain it causes, there are few pains that are caused mentally. Like feelings of anxiety, depression, irritability etc.

People, please note menstrual (periods) pain is as real as it can be and there are plenty of women who go through hell every month. I agree you cannot do anything about it. What you can do instead is at least be sympathetic and compassionate without accusing her of lying and by giving her a hand if needed.