Divyaj was constantly checking his wrist watch. He set a reminder in his PC. Other days, time seemed to fly, but not today. Restless; he gulped a full glass of water and tried to concentrate on his work. After what seemed like an eternity, the reminder pops up. It is five o'clock. He hastily gathers the mess of papers and rather carelessly dumps it inside his drawer. Usually he makes note of what is on the plate for tomorrow, but all this could wait for another day. He must not be late today.

As he rushes thru the corridor and impatiently presses for the elevator Rohit, Shama and Akansha joins him. They all know why he is in a rush. He has been planning for this day for quite some time now. But there was a lot to do. You know those last minute details.

Shama, with an elegant smile says, "Big day huh! Good luck Divyaj." He could only smile and just then the elevator opens up. It is not that he was shy recluse, but ever since that fateful day, he really did not have time to notice anything else that life has to offer; of course beside 'Prerana'.

Oh! how the time flies, it had been almost 22 years now. In all these years, he had one goal, one desire and one responsibility. So much so that, he never even had time to look up and see or notice those silent gazes of Shama.

In the meantime Akansha was happy with her go-lucky frens..Divyaz reminded her of her haydays at working always being handsful,,,If it wasn't for her frens, she would've broken down long time ago in Afgan....

Indi.... you promised "half" of the story not a small fraction! :)

Good one Indi.

And half is a fraction too.

Maha-sakti... sire, how transparent can you get? ...or is it opaque?!
Mind the "small" and it (my comment) refers to a a private conversation that took place prior to the author's posting. But, you wouldn't know.

Cool off baby... too hot to go panting after irrelevances! :)

Anything wrong with what I previously wrote???? Seriously.
It seemed to have hurt you or at least done something, for you to call me names.
May be you should be the one cooling off. Relax
I am here just to have fun, not to prove anything to anyone else.......

Yes indeed I was about to Sitara, but i was needed here; ahh... the pain I endure for my bread and butter. :(. Hehe.

Om Shant sahntii Shantiiiiii. :)

Contd....

As he heads towards the parking for his company sponsored motorbike, he fortuitously slips on some slippery stuff. Someone must have been too busy to dump it in some trash. He almost managed to kiss the ground; head first. People; they can be so careless, especially in kathmandu. He must be careful, he can not afford to ruin the day with some carelessness. Even then, he could not help but whoosh rather faster than usual.

He could hardly wait to get inside the house and get to work. Everything appeared to be in a mess even though he had cleaned, arranged and re-arranged everything last night. He repeated the cycle again, dumped the trash, tidied the living room, and off he went to take shower and came back, and surveyed the room one last time. Perfect.

Divyaj made a coffee for himself and limped to the couch. "Oh my, how could I?" he suddenly jumps and rushes down to a flower shop on the next block and brings some fresh flowers to put in the vase on the big beautiful table which has been in his family for eons.

Sukha dai had made certain that Divyaj would have fresh flowers for the day. After all he had literally seen him grow up and knew how Divyaj had struggled day in and day out, actually and expressively, for this day. Sukha dai empathized with Divyaj, and/but had never heard Divyaj carp. He can vividly remember how Divyaj used to pluck his flowers, call him names and run away. But that was 22 years ago. Not now, not after that day.

It was as if he lost his childhood, and with it, the innocence, impishness and that glee in his eyes. Sukha dai knew all about it. He had been selling flowers in the neighborhood even before Divyaj was born. Back then, the environs were not as vibrant as it was now; everyone knew each other by name.

Immaculately arranged Dutch roses, Tulips and Lilies; a unique and gorgeous bunch of flowers lay in the gracefully standing crystal vase which his dad had brought for his mom from London. His mother was very fond of flowers, and it came as no surprise that Prerana loved flowers as well. "It is beautiful; takes away the pain," she often says. He never really liked when Prerana talked like that. He somehow felt guilty, although he knew it was just a random equivocal comment.

'Prerana'; his father had chosen this name. He often used to say, "Isn't she beautiful? Somehow I feel inspired to do my best when I see her." Yes indeed after Prerana, his father had become a lot more responsible and more determined to succeed. Somehow he thought it is essential to succeed for his daughter. Divyaj often wondered if all fathers felt that way when they are blessed with daughters. Or is it just an outdated perception? Now, he knew the answer. Time had taught him with enormous cruelty.

Yawwwnnnn Ok Disguisie please do not try to write... Seriously! Oh I caught the first word...Divyaj... :O is that your name? Hahahaha

LOL maha-sakti u funny!

LOL. Hahaha.

I know, I know you are alive and you lop me whateva. :)

Don't have to got for a low blow. ( Reverse action syndrom) ----> Did not know you were still sulking. :p

And, YUP it is.
---------
Maha-sakti,

Thanks.Would not try to disappoint you.

IndisGuise:)

"Prerana; ...........................................Now, he knew the answer. Time had taught him with enormous cruelty. "

Contd.:

After all this incessant toil; completely exhausted, he grabs and devours couple of over ripe bananas from underneath the table and inattentively tosses the peels out of the window. He stands and watches the traffic underneath for a while. The warm mellow evening, a certain hubbub in the road in front; even the moon in her shining glory, have emerged to partake in the merriment and exhilaration that he was experiencing. It appeared as though entire kathmandu was on the road. Or maybe whole nation was on kathmandu. How his personal fortune have been in sharp contrast to that of his beloved motherland.

He decides to lie on the couch for sometime. It is 7:00PM. Prerana and Anuj would be there at 8:30 PM. He still has time for a quick nap. As he lays on the couch, for a well deserved respite, he could not help but think and wonder, remember and reminisces.

"How dad and mom would have done it?" he wonders as he tardily loosens up. Anyways, he is in peace with himself. He has done all he could and some more. His dad would be proud of him for taking such a good care of his little sister. Prerana had been just 12 months, and he himself - a lost, scared, and docile 11 years old boy, when that fatal accident had changed the course of their lives forever. It was never the same again; ever.

A truck had collided into their parent's car as they were returning from Nagarkot, after one of those romantic gateway weekends that his dad treated his mother with every now and then. He was not only a good father and a son, but also a fine husband. Their car had fallen off the cliff, and their mom left them to meet her maker on the spot.

He still remembers with painful clarity; dad's rasping shaky voice as he struggled to speak through the pain with tubes and stitches all over his face. "Divyaj, you must take care of your baby sister. Come what may she shouldn't feel the loss of her parents. You have to be there for her all the times, especially when granny is no more." He had held his dad's hand tight, shaking his head, affirming on his dad's wishes as he looked on the corner where granny was in her prayers and Prerana in her lap; so serene...

Divyaj was too scared to even tell his dad that he was scared. He had known he wouldn't survive and that granny was too old to drag out for more than couple of years and people would act on bereavement alone for so long.

Perhaps 'someone up there' had seen enough of the turmoil and pain a scared 11 year old felt when he looked in to his oblivious, innocent sister, that 'they', in their kindness decided to let granny live for another 8 years. By the time granny passed away, Divyaj was 19 and on the verge of earning his degree, which he duly did earn with distinction and managed to get a job in a bank. All these years they had been surviving on his father's insurance payment and whatever little savings his dad had managed for them. Much had been spent on grandma?s medical expenses. She was a moral support, a wall if you will. Without her, perhaps he could not have made it. Indeed even she would be glad to see Divyaj succeed.

(To be continued....)

I will read this only if Indi promise that He won't stop this midway as he stopped the "A leaf out of past...a reminiscence "...I was waiting for soo long..hope somebody else remembers that....
Nirman...:p

Disguisieee... awwwww Sorry to disappoint you buddy.. But that wasn't a low blow... Seriously You cant write... There are some people who can and some people who just CANT... You are one the Cant ones... You can be sick about it or TRY to justify it by calling me NAMES even.. But thats not gonna change it!

I guess Keep practising... In a few years maybe u will get there! Goodluck!

wateva lai just some suggestion...
(;DON"T READ IF U DON"T LIKE IT;)..ki kaso..
I haven't read it too..ani won't till Indi promises to end it re kya..:p..:p

Nirman, apparently it's only you :p . Others have forgotten it long tyam back. :( Well! when I started writing "A leaf out of past...a reminiscence " ( Tyo highlight/ color kasari garne yaar?), I wrote in the begining that I might or might not give a 'closer' to it.

(Suru mai bhaneko thiye, yeso najar diu ta mitra): http://www.sajha.com/sajha/html/openthread.cfm?forum=2&ThreadID=20681&show=all

Freinds like you cajoled me to write more, and I could labor along.

What happened was, it travelled to far off places where people from bygone days were kind of were interested to push it to certain someone who happens to be in some western country 're'. It really did not matter much, but I guess it is hard to do justice on my feelings when I would be by and large exaggerating on my emotions and it might get translated leading to misleading information. But I would definately bring it to finale from the oblivion sometime soon. For now it is chillin in sajha graveyard. Devdass ko gana ma sundai hola. ;). Timile maantaar fukeyou. Aba hawa chaldai cha. I am soliloquizing and cheering myself on for that last push. Hahahaha.

Rest assured, I would definately bring this current one to the closer in a day or two at the most. Your stories, I have always enjoyed. Your comments, critics would be expected and appreciated.

Regarding one certain 'whateva.' She can't help it, but be herself. :)

I hope you start reading my very much 'sikaru' writing.

IndisGuise:)

P.S: Tyo arko "A leaf..." pani kosis garchu chadai nai.

Oh yeah... Ms. Whateva.. one thing.;)

You said, " Disguisieee... awwwww ............ Seriously You cant write... .......change it!

And earlier, you wrote : "Yawwwnnnn Ok Disguisie please do not try to write... Seriously! Oh I caught the first word...Divyaj... :O is that your name? Hahahaha "

Since when did you or anyone for that matter, come to know that I can or can not write when you yourself 'claimed' you never went beyond the first word. :p

Perhaps you started "drooling" in "Divyaj" itself :p. LOL.

You are trying too hard sweetie. You know I was too bored and tired when i told you, " you are one track, dead-end conversationalist, and one can only for so long pretend to be even amused. hehe. ;). NAMES? I would not call you names (why u always keep asking for one ? ;) You fancy that eh? ;), for you are a sweetheart. :p.

My sweet one ( already weak on your knees ho? Hahaha:p)- whateva, if you would refre
Need proof? Ho? Chup aba? LOL.

Aiight sexy, am off now natra dekhai dinthe. Ahile kata cha kata. Next time. I promise, unless u request me not to. Pachi hai ta. Two-tongued sexy ;). I hope cat won't take your tongue.

In jest,
IndisGuise:)

P.S: I hope guruama would remember this NAMUNA from now, on. LOL:P.

Indisguise, good story.

Even though your story is written in English, it stings the Nepali household, the father, the daughter, and not forgetting the story writer as well: P (pure, freeing himself from humanity?s any disgusting behaviors..)

I wish only for once, Nepalese thought in a way you portray them.


Except those overused act of good behaviors and nourishing father, and such bonded relationships, story is not well, but ?just? well written, emphasizing more to "words" than "grammar". Grammar is as important as words, isn?t it? Looking up words in a dictionary necessarily does not bake a good sentence. Ask Hemingway.


Sorry pal! You asked for criticisms, i gave a minute of my time. Please do not rage a war on me. I am just being truthful.

:)
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Honest and contructive criticism is as good a stimulation as an honest positive affirmation confused; especially for a toddler writer like myself.

"emphasizing more to "words" than "grammar"."
--> Maile yo chahi bujina hai sachai.

Yes you are right on the lexicon bit. I'll keep that in mind, although I never really thought I outdid myself in search of those words in the dictionary. "2" is the number I checked/refered the meaning of (for this), but spellcheck definately helped though (a lot). Again ,I keep on seeking for your analysis/criticism.

Anyways, thanks for being truthful & actually double thanks, I hope your comment will kill two bird with a stone.

IndisGuise:o)

indi,...
timro dimag ko sarai tarif garnu paryo yaar...

malai pani ek tukra dau dau..

gr8 stuff, i wish i had the capacity to understand.. poor me )o:

lala pachi bujhchhu hola (o: