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UNFINISHED(Part-1)

Sometimes it’s hard to know what you want in life but I think when you are confused, you should taste every flavor and decide what your favorite is…

“Here, honey it came from the Duttas”, Animesh handed over an envelope to Papri. She looked at the faded yellow envelope, written ‘1930, from Saahir’ on it. “Oh I forgot! This came too…” said Animesh handling over a small note:

Dear Papri,

We got this envelope from the attic and thought it might be something important… We didn't open it. And by the way the house looks amazing, thanks for cleaning it before we moved in. Love you.  

 

“Let’s open it, looks pretty old huh…what say?”said Animesh anxiously.

“Am excited to, it says ‘1930’”

Papri opened the letter tenderly. From it came out a fragile off-white paper. It said:

Nupoor,

I know that you can’t go against your family’s will but I just wanted to say that: The first time I saw you I felt a strange ache in my heart, it seemed like I have been waiting for you for more than thousand years and that I finally saw you, it mis-balanced all the levels of emotions piled up in this hundred decades. It took me almost an hour to manage my equilibrium.

Obviously you remember our first meeting, how stupidly I approached you and how I stumbled on every step...Well the way you looked made all the difference in me. You looked liked a mixture of perfections, from every part and inch. Since I met you I swear that there has not been a single day when I had not credited you for my existence.

I can't find any other reason to live for, I won't force you but if you just manage to meet me for the last time it would be amazing. I would like to explain some things and enjoy your company for the last time. Next Monday at 3:00 pm I'll be waiting for you there...I would not mind if you wont come but please try you level best for our love's sake...

Saahir


Zafar

I looked out of the window and felt the warmth of the sun’s rays on my face. He was right there resting on his usual place taking his sun bath. It was almost nine-thirty…time for math tuition. I wouldn’t be home for four hours and I’ll miss him so much. I called for him, “Zafar! Come here baby...”

He sprung from his place in the veranda with a huge catty-yawn and came into the room by the window. I patted my side on the sofa, he leapt on it and started to brush his body against mine. I started to linger my hands over his head, this he loved. He smelled like dust which he carried from his different expeditions in the storeroom, still he looked angelic and innocent in so many ways, his light brown fur is soft and shiny with different sections of white contrasts. I love his crystal like eyes which are of the same colour as his fur; his front two legs are white with three brown rings near the paw.

I named him ‘Zafar’ after ‘Bahadur Shah Zafar’ the last mughal emperor. Shah Zafar was a glorious king, he had many abilities and he excelled in so many fields. He was a Sufi, calligrapher, patron of miniature paintings, creator of gardens and a brilliant warrior. But he was the weakest king of the mughal dynasty because his powers were paralyzed by the British and his own begum. The same way my little cat zafar used to be one of the sportiest little fellas that you’ll ever see. But once his legs slipped from the veranda because of the morning dew on the moss and he fell upside down on the top of the porch; We took him to the doctors, they did whatever they could but a tiny ligament was torn which will never allow him to walk lump free.

Circumstances and fate always co-act for destiny; But destiny can be changed with cautiousness.

Destiny does not define you:

You define your destiny,

 You shape your destiny,

You play your destiny;

You destroy your destiny...

Then you name it ‘DESTINY’.

                         

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