"Ishq hota nahi sabhi k liye... ishq hota nahi sabhi k liye..
ye bana hai.. ye bana hai..kisi kisi k liye..."
A car drove into the lonely pathway leading to Springfield villa. The house wore its usual calm appearance. A few eyes peeped from their windows across the house. In this small town nothing remained a secret. They saw a lady get down from the Santro. She signalled the chauffeur to leave. The woman looked well into her forties. Her hair neatly clubbed into a high bun. Her eyegear not giving a hint of the nostalgic tears on the verge of breaking out. Her scarlet red colored lips gave a little quiver and she quickly bit them. She looked around and saw a few curtains closing tight. Perhaps the town was on its toes to know the best kept secret of their surrounding.
As she entered the compound, subconciously she was the 16 year old who first entered this villa. She felt the same nervousness and same doubts as she was now sensing to build up in her. She knocked the bell at the door. It was still the same.. There was no electric bell yet.. It felt like she was entering some temple..
She rang the bell. She almost thought a young, arrogant bastard with deep brown eyes would yell back at her, "What the hell are you doing here?" and she would look like a complete idiot staring hard at this handsome lad. He looked straight out of the mills and boons that she had grown up reading.. But that was 25 years ago..
The door took time to open. A tired pair of eyes peeped out. A smile reached her eyes when she saw that familiar face. He must be now about 60 years old but Anthony uncle still looked the same benevolent figure she had come to like.
"Do you recognise me Anthony uncle?" she asked lovingly.
He strained his eyes. She took out her eyegear and it took him less than a second to call out,
"Rhea beta! So unexpected to see you! Where were you all these years? Did you forget me?" his eyes moistened.
"No Uncle, I didn't forget you even for a moment.. I missed the muffins you made almost every day.." she smiled.
"Come in my child.. Baba has gone to the market. You make yourself comfortable while I get started to make you your favorite muffins."
She entered inside the house that she once thought she will live forever in.. How naive that dream had been!
Everything looked the same.. untouched by time.. She filled her heart with the sight of this place.. She ran her fingers through the paintings..
Tears brimmed her eyes and she couldn't hold them back now..
Anthony uncle brought her a glass of juice. He had been crying as well, she could tell that.
"Rhea beta, come with me."
Rhea entered the room behind uncle. The room which held ghosts of her dreams now. The room which saw her ecstatic union with her love.. The room which heard their laughter, their tears, their anger.. The room was still the same.. White colored with no hint of any other color. She had once decorated this room with flowers of every color possible.. that day when she had given him everything of herself..
Anthony uncle opened the drawer.. The only black drawer in that room to reveal a book...
"You need to read this Rhea..baba wrote this.. He will never show you this.. Read it before he comes.."
She wondered "Can he write?" .. What could this possibly be about? He hated to read love stories or watch love stories then why write one? Who could it be about? Why should she read? He had been so fiercely protective about his personal space.. He would probably strangulate her if she invaded his privacy this way.. She had always been terrified of his anger..
She decided she won't read it no matter how compelling she found it..
She had become oblivious to Anthony uncle who left with a faint smile, as she was turning the pages..
The first page read,
Between you and me.. An untold love story...
To be continued.