11:42 AM: 10th Aug: London: Heathrow Airport
Na hain ye pana….
Na khona hi hain….
Tera na hona jane…
Kyun hona hi hain….
Tumse hi din hota hain…
Surmayee shaam hoti hain…
Tumse hi…tumse hi…
Har ghari saans aati hain…
Zindagi kehlati hain…
Tumse hi…Tumse hi…
Papiya was waiting for the arrival of the flight from NY, when she suddenly heard someone playing this song... At first she couldn’t believe her ears...This used to be her favorite song …and it had been so long that she had last heard it…She closed her eyes and started humming the song...She felt as if she had gone back to those good old days in Delhi…Suddenly she got reminded of her care free college days, her friends and of course “Him”.
Rohan used to be her bestest (if there is some word like that) friend. She had never ever imagined that their chance meeting will turn out to something like that…Something so pure…so divine…She used to share everything with him…Her happiness, her sorrows, her fears, her deepest secrets…The only thing that she was never able to tell him was how much she loved him…What he meant to her…If only she could have…
But she always knew that he treated her only as a friend…nothing more…” Even today she very clearly remembers the day when Rohan told her that he loves her and the very next moment, he started laughing…He said ” I scared you right…Common Papiya , I was just kidding…Just look at yourself…Oh God…” Papiya simply smiled back… What else she could have done…
If only he would have loved me even for a second, I would have been the happiest person on earth” she used to tell herself…Even after so many years she always felt the pain, felt a hollowness inside her…but she was happy that it was he who gave her the pain… There was a time when there hardly used to be a day when she didn’t meet him…and now it has been some 4 years when she last heard anything of him…Rohan was lost in the sand dunes of time… but still there somewhere inside her…
There was a time when she used to think of him day and night …She even does but unconsciously…just like now…
“The flight from NY has been delayed by 30 mins”. Hearing the announcement, Papiya got startled. She opened her eyes, had a look at her watch and thought “ Common Papiya, Its been 4 years...Why do you still regret loosing a person who was never meant to be yours…You have moved on with your life...then why after so many years think about him….”
”Are you an Indian?” asked a lady in white shirt and a denim skirt.
Her very appearance made it clear that she was an Indian. Papiya somehow gathered her thoughts and replied “Yeah, I m Papiya …Papiya Bhattacharya”
“I am Tanya Gupte”
“So Tanya, are you from London?” said Papiya still trying to come out of her thoughts…
“No I am located in Mumbai, was here for a business meeting. What about you?”
“Well I m from Delhi, but had been staying here for the last 3 years.”
“ok...”
“So you were the person who was playing that Hindi song…U know it’s very rare that you get to hear Hindi songs in Heathrow Airport“
“I know…Actually one of my colleague had given me this CD…He loves this song...”
“Oh, really! Even I love this song… but it has been a long time since I last heard it…Hearing this song I just got reminded of my old days…u know…”
Blah…blah…blah…
In some 15-20 mins Tanya and Papiya had became good friends…But this happens with all the Indians staying abroad…
Again there was an announcement. “The flight from NY is about to land”
Papaya looked at Tanya and said “Now I have to go…You do one thing…give your numb…I will give you a call sometime”
“Yeah, sure.”
Both Papiya and Tanya exchanged numbers. She shook hands with Tanya and started moving in the opposite direction.
“Papiya, One minute…You love this song right…You can take this CD…”
“But Tanya, It was given to you by someone…”
“Its ok...Papiya…take it…please”
Papiya took the CD and headed towards gate no.10 and gave a big hug to Vikrant, her fiancé…She had came to the airport to receive him… On their way back she started telling Vikrant about Tanya…She took out the CD from the CD case and placed the CD in the CD player. As she was placing the case back, she saw something written on it. She couldn’t believe her eyes…All through her life she was running after something that had always been hers…But now she realized…she has lost it…
Written on the CD case were the words “If only she would have loved me even for a second, I would have been the happiest person on earth--- signed Rohan Kapoor”
The lyrics were echoing in her ears…
Na hain ye pana….
Na khona hi hain….
Tera na hona jane…
Kyun hona hi hain….
Tumse hi din hota hain…
Surmayee shaam hoti hain…
Tumse hi…tumse hi…
Har ghari saans aati hain…
Zindagi kehlati hain…
Tumse hi…Tumse hi…
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