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Mishti's POV

I was there, at my favourite spot as usual, sharp at 6 pm in the evening, under the shade of a huge tree where the cool breeze blows, clutching a sketch book in one hand and a cute red pouch in the other which had all the necessary things I required to make my sketches.

It's been 15 minutes since I have arrived here but today it's not as usual. My heart is not at its calm pace as it always is while sketching. My eyes were continuously looking up from my sketch book. Yes! Today he was not here. I couldn't feel his gaze on me.

I never knew that his presence had a strong affect on me and his absence would create a havoc in my heart. Numerous thoughts started coming in my mind. What could have happened?

I decided to ask the gubbarewallah bhaiya about him who always used to be here selling his colourful balloons.

[gubbarewallah: balloon seller]

"Bhaiya, Did you see that tall, muscular, handsome-" Wait a second! Did I just say handsome? Ok, he is handsome, no denying in that! Anyways, "-who comes here daily. Didn't he come today"?

[Bhaiya: Brother (not in the literal sense though) ]

"Abir? R u talking about him?" He said and this was the moment I realised that I didn't even know his name but somewhere I felt that he was talking about him only.

"Yes, yes! Abir, who comes here daily and sit there near that swing." I said pointing towards the place. "Nhi Didi, he didn't come today. Even I am wondering what happened. Its the first time in the past 1 month that he hasn't come here since you have started coming here."

[Nhi didi: No sister]

"Ok ok, thankyou bhaiya." Saying this I left from there.

I started walking, rotating my neck from left to right, to right to left each second with the thought that maybe I could find him. Abir!

Just then, I stumbled upon a masculine figure. I turned towards it and ahh, alas! I found him.

"Mishti?.." before he could speak anything else I spoke up "Where were you? What made you late today? Tell me." He gave me a quizzical look and I know the reason. We were speaking up for the first time to each other and I was questioning as if we were childhood friends. We were not friends even. Like he has tried talking to me twice or thrice by making his stupid excuses such as pretending to get hurt and asking for the water bottle even when there is a handpump in the park. But who does all that hardwork came the response. But nothing much actually.

"I mean, I have seen that you come here everyday at 6 pm. But today, you are late. So, I was just asking." I said sheepishly.

"So you noticed me?" he said with a smirk on one side trying to hide it from me. I flared my nose and said "Why would I notice you? Its just that my eyes are very sharp. They observe everything." I know a lame, very lame response.

"Ohh, really! Anyways, I was just stuck in some work," he said.

"What's more important than coming here and looking at me?". He again gave that same expression and I bit my tongue

"I mean coming here and looking at the things around me, these trees, flowers, swings, etc." What was wrong with me today? Why was I screwing up everything in front of him?

"I have a life out of this place too." He said and I just nodded my head and said "Yeah, ofcourse you do have."

Saying this I started walking towards the woods and he followed me. Actually not followed me, but walked beside me.

"Then why do you come here everyday?" I asked waiting for a response and he said "I like this place and the people here. Looking at those children running towards the gubbarewallah bhaiya and flying those balloons make me happy. Sitting under the clear sky gives me peace. Looking at the wonderful sight of children playing on the swing gives me immense pleasure and looking at you.. I mean looking at your right side where there is a big mango tree reminds me of my childhood when I used to pluck mangoes from the tree and we should do that one thing every day which makes us feel alive."

And right now his words were making me feel good. I realized that I also come here everyday and make sketches because it makes me feel alive. When I make sketches here, I forget of all the worries in my life.

I decided to show him up my sketch book which I usually don't show to anyone. But you know, it wasn't going as usual. "Would you like to see my sketches?" I asked. "Yeah, why not if you dont have any problem with that." Nhi h problem tbhi to puch rhi hu!

[I don't have any problem that's the reason I am asking.]

"This is my first sketch of the most important person of my life. My mother. I love her the most." I spoke.

"I guess every person loves their mother the most and according to them they are the best. And nothing's wrong in that because what a mother can do for her child no one else can," he said.

"And you and your mother looks really good together. This sketch actually looks real." he said.

"Thanks, let me turn the next page." Saying this I showed him my next sketch.

"The one at the left is my sweet sister, Kuhu. She is a complete drama queen and loves to have attention. She can lighten up anyone's mood and that's why she is my favourite person. And the one in the middle is my only friend, Ketki. We two together do a lot of fun and at the right-"

"-is you." He completed my sentence.

"Of course, who else and the next one is this one.."

"And this is our sweet little home where my mother, Kuhu and I live together happily. It doesn't look exactly like our home but somewhat like this only. We have a lot of memories associated with this home."

"And what about your father?" He asked.

"I have never seen him. Since the time I opened my eyes and started seeing the world, only these two people were there around me" I replied. "Oh, I am soo sorry" he said and i just smiled.

"Won't you ask me why am I showing these to you?" I asked. He didnt say anything but just stared into my eyes. "Wait, one more sketch is yet to show."

He was surprised to see that. "What did you think? You will come here and stare me and I wouldn't know. Kaha tha na, my eyes are very sharp. They observe everything." I said.

[I told you, right]

"Then why didn't you stop me?" He asked. "Hmmmm.. if it would have been some other person then I would have beaten him so much that he wouldn't have been able to recognize his face but..you didn't seem like other person. I don't know why but I liked it," I said. He remained silent.

We kept walking quietly. Finally, I broke the ice and said "I Love You Abir" looking straight into his eyes. He had 'I didn't expect this' kinda look but I very well expected this.

Yes, I loved him. The first day I saw him I started liking him. Love at first sight sirf ladko ko nhi ladkiyon ko bhi hota h. Its just that they are never willing to accept it. Bhut bhaav khaati h na. Disclaimer: I am not talking about all.

[Not only to boys but also to girls.]
[They show too many tantrums.]

"How do you know my name?" He asked. "Just the way you know mine." I said with a smirk.

"By the way, you haven't replied me yet."

"I guess, you already know my answer" he said. "No, I don't". Somewhere I knew it but I wanted to listen it from him.

"I Love You Too Mishti." He said in his husky sweet voice. It was soo simple but it was soo beautiful. I felt as if some violins started playing in the background. I held him close to me with my eyes closed, wondering if anything in my life had ever been this perfect and no, it hadn't been this wonderful.

We again started walking and he asked me "You love me when you don't even know me?" I let out a small chuckle.

"Your face-" he didn't let me complete and spoke "but face can also lie."

"Face can but not eyes. My mother says that no matter how hard a person tries to lie, his/her eyes can never. Even when a person wants to cry but tries to hold it, eyes somewhat become moist if we look closely in them and when we are happy, eyes also show a glint of happiness in them. I have myself experienced this because my mother always catches my lie. And my mother never lies. And as per I know, you are a nice man. Your mere presence makes me feel good. What else do I need to love a person?" I said and those words just came out automatically from my mouth.

He said clutching my hand "I will never leave you Mishti. I wil always be there by your side." I smiled and said "I know."

We had our fingers enterwined and I rested my head on his shoulders and this was like the best feeling ever.

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