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Aapki Ankhon Mein Kuch


Aapki Ankhon Mein Kuch
Meheke hue se raaz hain
aapse bhi khoobsurat
aapke andaaz hain.....


~Kishore Kumar,
Lata Mangeshkar ~~ Ghar

Nayantara went home that night and opened the windows of her apartment. She kept her bag on the mattress/diwan and stood against her big windows and felt the winds after a Mumbai rainfall touch her face and waft into her home, she smiled and stood there, thinking about her day and her thoughts turned to Nikhil and she found herself humming a tune from one of his movies. She giggled and turned away from the windows and went to the kitchen to make herself a cup of chai and it was a rule for her to not cook anything without music on, so she switched on the radio. She loved the radio. She loved the fact that she didn't have to select the songs and hence wouldn't know what's coming up. She loved being surprised. And what she loved most about Mumbai's radio's were the jockeys. They were awesome fun and were at their best in the monsoons. The radio, played out a tune she hadn't heard for the longest time ever. And when the song began she sang along : aapki akhon mein kuch mehke hue se raaz hain... Nikhil's driver stopped at the song in the radio too and said "Nikhil baba, your song" that got Nikhil humming. He remembered his grandfather and his childhood. Nana ji used to love bollywwod music and was known in his younger days to be a terrific singer. Kishore da, Mohd. Rafi, Lata Mangeshkar and Asha Bhonsle's songs were things that picked him up after a tough day and also relaxed him after a tiring day. The driver heard him sing and looked at the rearview mirror to find him smiling and looking out of the window. At dinner, he was standing next to a picture wall, and looking through pictures. Akshay, had been Nikhil's best friend since class V and knew something was different in Nikhil's reserved, quiet, lost self. So he asked, "So met someone of the way huh, My filmy romeo", Nikhil blushed, and mumbled and Akshay then knew, his statement, though said in jest, was true! While Nikhil gave Akshay the details of the meeting and the evening, he realised for the first time himself, how closely he had heard Nayantara's laughter and how he noticed the pearl in her earrings and the ST Xaviers's shirt she was wearing under her apron. Akshay laughed and hugged him and laughed and hugged him again, and then looked at him and said "So, when are you meeting her again'. Nikhil, brushed it off saying it's nothing. But somewhere, somehow he knew they would meet again and soon.

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