Borders Apart- 2.Serendipity.

.... Continued from chapter 1 - Who are you?

about a month later....

You can't always predict what life is going to do it's just good to go how and where life takes you. It is not easy but you realize how it makes more peace in this world of cyber wars and bullet proofing on borders. My life is now just making me bump into people in reality and in dreams too. Well my serendipity wasn't huge but was one of a kind.

... I remember the dream and not his face...all I know was the black frame..Those deep black eyeballs I lost myself into....I sinked into them like I never did before...But he was amazingly - amazing , divine, serene, peaceful, sweet and deep. ' I'll make a sketch of that... all what I remember about it ...the snow ...the books...those eyes...that depth..!!' I was blushing unknowingly at all that rewind....when I turned my aunt gave me a look... I gave her a tooth showing sarcastic smile.

Ahaan was grey eyed.He has a trimmed beard and a thin moustache ... yeah to go with his thin lips. He was fair, 5'11" tall, thin and boy-next-door dude. Ofcourse! I have started to talk more about eyes.  

Day in and out we spoke like we were age old friends. I could just not get this guy was he just a mere shocking Pakistani friend request? No he was like a friend forever. Yay! I hugged myself with glee. Finally, Nisha who had many friends she never shared anything with, had found her best friend.

....And the TV soap opera goes in the background...'Ek ladka aur ek ladki kabhi sirf dost nahi ho sakte...'.*What timing* "Oh! Shut that hell up!" I yelled making everyone stare at me and give me a 'Universal disturbance look'

Later that week over a voice call with Ahaan " In a joint family you get attention when you don't want it and you are ignored when you need full care. True, joint family is a very beautiful thing but unless you have someone who gives you your desired amount of attention...doesn't feel that great. You can't speak your heart to everyone...you always need that special one like your mom or your sibling or a cousin of your age!" I explained being as frank as I could because I knew he would get me some how! We were in the same state. Like I said about a joint family...everything has pros and cons you know! 

"Am I talking to a 17 year old?!" He teased." 'course you are! It's just that common sense is a little more uncommon nowadays. They need to google for that too!" I laughed. " Being frank might have led you to a pile of problems" he said coughing . "Yes pretty much always, but as far as I'm not a lie I'll make my way through!" I agreed. " Wish you were here with me, in my college or somewhere...no one has been so much fun till date" he revealed. "Your coughing dude, rest!" I said ....Me? Fun? Not again.

" You're frank, nice and really ambitious that's...fun about you." he said. I was pleased (now) . He thought I was fun because I was myself, clear and frank. "Thanks" I said. Then I was about to say good bye when all the kids just came running to my room as usual fighting whose project I will help out before..."Me! she is my own didi", "No mein chota hu na, me first" quarreling...

"Hey I hear little chaps around, sup?" he asked. "Nothing they are just fighting on whose work I must help out with first they have holiday homework.." I answered. " Hehe! have fun elder one ..... give them a peck on their foreheads from my side" he said. I was like "whattt??!!" I cried almost unknowingly. "What's so shocking?" he asked as if nothing happened. "Hindustan me aisa nahi hota janab" I said, shocking him at my skill of Urdu. "Ok" he whispered unable to talk. "Good bye. Take medicine and rest." "Hmmm....bye" he said coughing again in a soar voice.

That week I had grown even more fond of this new friend ... we talked about movies, news, politics and counted on how many similarities we had. To tell you for sure we were different..... but as the saying goes opposites attract. He and I were so apart....POLES APART. Yet there was this unreasonable pull of gravity that tied us together. What was it? Why did we crash into each other.... What for? To make India-Pakistan friends again my humor mocked. My sensible self just knew it had to wait to know about this. 

I soon fell asleep after putting all the kids to sleep. They love me and I love them dearly too. 

Dream - Not again!! 

Eyes...Black eyes....Sinking into them.... 

I was up sweaty, distressed and bewildered.It was 3 in the morning. I could not sleep. I sketched all that I could till the sun drove the darkness away I ran up to my terrace to watch that beautiful sunrise.....wish I knew who he was as divine as the Azaan I could here from the Masjid near my house.... as serene as that sun rise, as deep as Ghalib's couplets, as amazing as Shakespeare's tales of love,..... I sighed .... Will I meet him??..

Later...

I had a message.... Ahaan- " Happy Journey.. :) hv fun", I realised today's the day I leave for an amazing road trip in two hours!!

And....My mom calling me from the ground floor " Nishaaaaa" .....I rushed down to my room calling out "I am ready.."

Before I leave I just wanted to say thanks to him... I went online ...."TYSM ;)" I replied....he came online that very second.... he instantly messaged me this "I'll miss u ...9 days ...will be 9 years". I replied " Trust your bestie Ahaan...Not be late by a minute too, 9 days- is 9 days....and you know what I will miss you too!"

This was utter "Serendipity".... my dad stared at me when I uttered this word in the car. Well, when you are looking for something and you suddenly / accidentally stumble into something very awesome....its SERENDIPITY... Well mine was Ahaan...While I was looking for love from my parents I found a best friend, a forever sort of friend! I was extremely happy... :) ... Exicited too for the road trip!

Will Nisha And Ahaan remain best friends....or what next huh?! Find out in Chapter 3. To Eternity and Back.. ;)