A Million Dreams

Dhruv waited eagerly for Ria at the dinner table, the same way he waited for her in the restaurant four years ago. He was an MBA topper, so he was good with numbers, he could recall every detail of every single day they spent together, every moment, every second. Waiting for his wife, he was lost in his dreams, nostalgic his heart was. Dhruv was a Bengali boy. " The Adorsho Shontan " of his family, being the younger one he was the one who was pampered with all the love and affection of his Dadu, Dida, Maa, Baba and his life, his elder sister, Shalini. She was really a girl, with an unmatched charm. Good grades, non academic prizes, and even she was good at writing, and what not ! Name it and she's the best at it. The brother and sister never fought, she was the only one with whom Dhruv was not reluctant to share his butterscotch ice cream. Dhruv followed his sister's footsteps and thus his school grades were good, good enough to land him in any of the top institut

The door bell rang, " Coming !!! " Dhruv said, washed his hands and kept the remaining unwashed dishes aside and rushed towards the door. " I've been calling you since eternity, why is your phone switched off ? " Ria exclaimed, standing outside the door with groceries in her hand. " It's given for repair since morning, Sorry Baby, I texted you in the morning before giving it to them. " he said in a calm voice.  " Maybe, I was so busy I couldn't even see my phone." she said, and entered the flat, " You've arrived a day before. " he said, while passing her the glass of water. " Yes, the trip was shortened. " She replied. " Freshen up ! I've brought, some Red wine, your favourite, Pinot Noir. " Dhruv said, with a naughty wink. " You know what happened last time when I  drank it, right ? You still have those marks of nibbles in your chest. " She whispered pulling him by his collar,

I don't need a lady for me, I need a partner in crime, the one. The one who would accompany me in my weirdest desires. The one who would spill water in my face just for fun. The one who would star gaze with me, and find it boring enough then dance without any music. The one who would talk to me for hours without any reason. The one who would eat my ice cream and invite a war every time. The one who would pillow fight with me then cuddle for days. The one who would never say no, to a pot of hookah in my place. The one who would dip one's Oreo in my cup and still think I won't punish her with ticklers. The one, who would climb on my back when playful and kiss my neck every time, here. The one, who would never be reluctant to try a new thing with me. The one who would join me in my workout, to divert me. The one who would cook, for me, with me. The one who would listen to my flute for hours and not be bored. The one, who would nurture me like her child, adore li

Scars deep enough which can't be filled, Copious wounds, poised, which won't be sealed. Even after a year, the stab's fresh. Green enough, like made hash just yesterday. Burlesquing bunch didn't help, deception proved bar. Me, who was befooled, mob seemed far. Inception of insolvency just had begun then, When I thought, it ended well all. Even after a year, the stab's green. Novel, nascent, neoteric, just familiarly seen. Deep enough to kill me everyday, after, With the hallucination of letting me breathe. Difficult to move on, impossible to forget. Either touching or looking with regret. It healed, he was the cure, was The elexir he needed, now he says, Step aside goddamned bitches of worldly bound, Came a king, who's just been found. Prison bars broke, metal metled into weapons, The knight in not-so-shining armour, arrived.

Finding happiness in misery, And, learning to run, faster. Run away, from sorrows, That won't run away from you. That's what, we do best, right ? Day in and Day out, Sometimes dreaming, unawaken, Sometimes awake, undreamt. We do that again, and again. Even if we don't want to. Thinking about not writing, another love story again, But ending up at writing one, more beautiful, because That what's our destiny plans. We are bad at letting go, But we fear to stay, too. To hold on, to quench up, Just another time, another story. To give love another chance. We are just making ourselves, more miserable, than we were yesterday. Thinking about our past, and future, We fail to stare free, breathe. Because, That's what we do best, right ?