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Love Me tender

Extremely excited she was going to be travelling alone for the first time, Nupur was off to heaven on earth; Kashmir. Dreaming of going there since she was a little girl and finally, here she was. Her nose glued to the window as the plane glided over the Himalayas, she stepped out of the plane, stretched her arms wide and breathed the pristine air.

After unpacking quickly in her hotel room opposite the Dal Lake she headed towards the lake and her eyes popped wide open soaking the sheer gorgeousness of the panoramic vistas in front of her. Mesmerised by the enchanting beauty of the lake dotted with clouds in the sky and Shikaras on the rippling water, Nupur stumbled over a raised cobblestone and fell headlong on her stomach. Lying there due to the shock and embarrassment of falling face down on the busy thoroughfare, she saw a hand offered to pick her up and she took it and got up flustered and fell on him with all her weight. The air knocked out of his lungs, he regained his balance and held her firm by the shoulders as she stood her ground.

First Banter

Nupur:”Hey, I am so sorry, I didn’t see you and I tripped. Actually, I was looking at the excessive beauty around me and I got lost in it. I am extremely sorry and I am Nupur. I just landed in Srinagar. What’s about you?”

The young man just stared at Nupur as she kept on blabbering and softly uttered his name.

Irfan: “I am Irfan.”

Nupur: “It’s nice to meet someone local and I have a favour to ask you. Can you please show me around as I want to perceive everything here from the eyes of a native rather than visit all the touristy places?”

The brashness and the invite of this city-bred girl flabbergasted Irfan who was a quiet introvert. Not knowing what came over him, involuntarily he just agreed.

Irfan: “Please tell me where you are put up and I will come and pick you up tomorrow morning at 10 am.”

Nupur: “Wow, that’s fantastic and thank you. I will be waiting for you at 10 am.”

Walking away from her he could hear her still talking.

Nupur: “Please do not forget; 10 am sharp.”

Spellbound

Lost in his thoughts with her sparkling eyes dancing in front of him, Irfan headed home. He had never been this close to a girl before and her incessant chatter and enchanting smile had cast a spell on him.

The next morning, Irfan reached her hotel at 9.30am itself with Nupur snugly ensconced in his thoughts like a pearl in an oyster. Hesitantly he walked up to the lobby and he pulled in his breath as he laid eyes on her petite frame. Looking like a delicate and vivacious butterfly as she animatedly talked to a hostess, Nupur looked ethereal and he felt as if she would fly away if he went too close. She reminded him of a fragile fairy in her fluttering gauzy top and flared trousers.

Tender Love

Nupur turned around suddenly and he felt embarrassed at being caught staring at her. Excited about her day, Nupur barely noticed his eyes boring into her and asked him if they could leave early.

Nupur: “Hello Irfan, there you are. Earlier than the stipulated time. Good morning and let us leave early then. I have packed some snacks for us.”

Irfan: “Good morning. Let’s leave.”

He walked her to his father’s classic Maruti and seated her. Getting into the driver’s seat, all he wanted to do was keep looking at her. But he kept his eyes on the road while she kept talking nineteen to the dozen asking him about their destination and about each and everything in sight. There were clouds gathering in the sky but it didn’t seem as if it would rain. Squealing in delight as she saw the apple and walnut orchards, he felt like he was indulging a kid as she jumped out and plucked the juicy red apples that reminded him of her blushing cheeks. He took her to Doodhpatri, which is almost virgin like, untouched by tourists. A bowl-shaped valley with an endless bright green meadow skirted by lofty pine trees and a gushing white river.

Garden of Eden

Jumping out of the car as soon as it stopped, Nupur ran around the vast meadows like a frolicking lamb. For Nupur, it was like a fairy-tale that had come alive and she danced in gay abandon. Irfan couldn’t help capturing this innocent beauty in his camera. They trudged down towards the gushing white river and sat on the smooth rocks. There was not a soul in sight and it was as if they were in the Garden of Eden.

In a while, Nupur started feeling hungry and as they were settling down to have a bite there was a loud clap of thunder. Nupur terrified due to astraphobia started screaming. She ran towards Irfan and clung to him like a frightened baby. Irfan tried to step back but she hung on tight and didn’t let go. He tried to calm her down by talking to her softly but she barely heard him.

Petrichor

The sky had become dark and the heavens opened up. The rain came down in sheets and they got drenched to the bone but Nupur would not let go of Irfan as her fear had frozen her. The mud from between the rocks was splashing all around and the smell of the rain-soaked mud along with her flowery perfume was heady.

Lifting her face from her chin, Irfan looked into her eyes and he felt as if he would drown in the limpid pools with the tears glistening like sparkling crystals. Arms encircling her gently he brushed a soft feather light kiss on each of her eyelids, on her wet eyelashes and erased the tears on her cheeks with his gentle lips. Coming out of her terrified stupor slowly, Nupur felt her heart fluttering. Irfan took Nupur’s hand in his and led her back to safety.

The cyclone in the sky was dying down as a new storm was erupting in the bosoms of these two young souls; the petrichor was adding to their ardour. The first flush of love was sweeping them onto the path of the stars which opened to the hallowed doors of love.

Disclaimer: This story is inspired by my visit to Doodhpathri-Kashmir it is a work of fiction. The characters are purely imaginary. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Harjeet Kaur
jeetjinder@gmail.com

My writing was limited to school essays and projects for my kids and out of the blue, my writing career began with writing articles for the magazine section of a reputed national newspaper. I rediscovered my best subject at school and began writing with gusto. I had a weekend column in the newspaper which was well appreciated. I started off writing about Interiors and Gardens and later diverse topics like Fashion, trends, food and events in the city. Juggling my time between various jobs down the years and my writing, I have written content for fliers, brochures for colleges, speeches, social media content and also website content. I love writing and I am open to writing on a plethora of topics. My blog has some interesting insights into my life and travels but now it is mainly a food blog as I am growing organic vegetables and cooking my own produce is very therapeutic. Read my blogs to know me better. I write from my heart and what I write is what I feel... I feel a feel, A funny feel A funny feel, feel I! If you feel the feel I feel You'll feel the same as I!!

24 Comments
  • Namratha
    Posted at 00:38h, 13 April Reply

    i like your language. The images you create with your words are vivid and I could imagine the whole scene.

    • Harjeet Kaur
      Posted at 11:10h, 13 April Reply

      Thanks a ton Namratha ……I am a newbie at fiction. Thank u for the encouragement and for stopping by.

  • Vartika
    Posted at 02:36h, 13 April Reply

    Very beautifully narrated. Loved reading. Would u b writing the next part too?

    • Harjeet Kaur
      Posted at 11:08h, 13 April Reply

      Thank u Vartika…i thot i was really bad…lol Thank u for the idea, maybe I will write a second part. :*

  • Meena
    Posted at 06:27h, 13 April Reply

    Such a cute story!

    Meena
    http://www.balconysunrise.wordpress.com

  • anupriya
    Posted at 10:50h, 13 April Reply

    I am a sucker for romance stories. And this one really made my heart flutter. Too cute. And the chpice of words and their execution is flawless. I specially liked the last paragraph for the effect it created.

    • Harjeet Kaur
      Posted at 11:05h, 13 April Reply

      Wow..i am overwhelmed with ur appreciation Anupriya….i thought I was very amateurish. Thank you so much .

  • abhijit
    Posted at 11:40h, 13 April Reply

    Sweet romantic story in a beautiful setting. Two young people, snow clad mountain, dark clouds and a beautiful lake, who can ask for anything more?

    • Harjeet Kaur
      Posted at 12:28h, 13 April Reply

      Thanks Abhijit…It is my first attempt at a love story…lol.I feel it is very childish, isn’t it?

  • vidhya thakkar
    Posted at 21:39h, 13 April Reply

    Loved the way you narrated!

  • Arti
    Posted at 22:15h, 13 April Reply

    I’m completely mesmerized by your flow of writing. It could feel Kashmir through your words . lovely

    • Harjeet Kaur
      Posted at 00:27h, 14 April Reply

      Thank you Aaarti..thats too much praise indeed. Thank you for stopping by.

  • Sonia Chatterjee
    Posted at 22:24h, 13 April Reply

    Multi talented is what you are. This is such a sweet romantic story. Your words made me visualize the scenes.

    • Harjeet Kaur
      Posted at 00:27h, 14 April Reply

      OMG..thanks Sonia…..I keep saying that often, Jill of all trades mistress of none :p Thank you for appreciating my amateur efforts

  • Priyanka Nair
    Posted at 01:33h, 14 April Reply

    Hi!! Love Story aha…I could actually visualize the scenic beauty and love all around.
    Would love to read more love stories from your side.

    • Harjeet Kaur
      Posted at 18:26h, 14 April Reply

      Thanks for the vote of confidence Priyanka :p But I think it was very amateurish 🙂

  • Manas Mukul
    Posted at 10:03h, 14 April Reply

    Lovely use of words. Somebody who can use petrichor makes for such an aromatic post. Nice work.

    • Harjeet Kaur
      Posted at 18:27h, 14 April Reply

      Thank u Manas….ur appreciation is very good for my ego ….thank u once again

  • Noor Anand Chawla
    Posted at 21:21h, 14 April Reply

    What a beautiful story Harjeet. I would love to know what happened in their story.. I hope you’ll write a second part to it!

    • Harjeet Kaur
      Posted at 12:54h, 15 April Reply

      Hahahaha……Noor thank you but I think it is so soppy for my age :p . Let me see if I will continue it. Thanks for the encouragement though.

  • Shilpa Garg
    Posted at 22:39h, 14 April Reply

    Aha! Love in the valley!! Liked this vivid and well crafted beautiful story! Will there be more?? 🙂

    • Harjeet Kaur
      Posted at 12:52h, 15 April Reply

      Thank you so much Shilpa….I do want to continue it coz Kashmir is entrenched in my heart now…can recall every place I visited.

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