Hum Intezaar Karenge......
Hum Intezaar Karenge.....
“Hum intezaar karenge, tera kyamat tak
Khuda kare ki kayamat ho aur tu aaye…..”
How romantic it sounds na? I love to sing it everyday while I start my day. Waving kids off to school and hubby to office I increase the volume in anticipation. I finish my cooking and get ready. No disturbance permitted after I finish my daily course of things. I smile to myself. I am all alone. All time to myself. I have my first cup of tea and sit. Waiting. I start looking at watch. Oh..it is any time now…I smile and sigh.
The bell rings. My smile widens and I almost run to the door. I open door with a broad smile, and love in eyes.
No one is there. I stretch my neck like a giraffe and try to see beyond door.
‘’Koan hai’’ after a unsuccessful attempt I shout.
‘’Bibi ji sabji le lo’’ I hear his monotones voice. “Arbhi, bhindi, karela, matar, gajar, meethi, alllu, pyaaz….”
Uffff saans bhi nahi leta ye to.
‘’Nahi chaiye bhaiya.’’ I shut the door and start pacing around. It is almost ten. I start getting worried.
I look at my manicured hands and freshly painted nails. I see my long hair flowing after a leisure shampoo and conditioner. My body is emitting fragrance of my favorite perfume. I give a satisfying look at my attire. Perfect. I don’t want to spoil it, ……..no way. My heart starts beating fast. I forget about my Khuda kare song and now I start singing other one in controlled voice. Anxiety is making it impossible to sing but to ease my tension I have to do it.
Zara si aahat hoti hai to dil sochta hai,
kahi ye wo to nahi, kahi ye wo to nahi…..
I’m on the verge of tears. Waiting is slowly turning into furry. I have to settle down the account today. This is not done.
Bell rings again. With a sigh of relief I open the door, and alas… Presswali this time.
I count number of clothes and give her. She looks at me, tries to say something but stops and goes away. With a bang I shut the door. It is 11AM and still no sign.
Within two hours kids would be coming back. No chance today. I throw my ironed duppatta on dinning chair, and head towards dressing room. Need to change clothes now. I tie my hair in an obnoxious looking band, and wear a crumpled kurta. Anger is on full blast. A pitiful look at my hands as I head towards kitchen.
Babbling to myself I throw a hateful glance towards sink. I open tap and ………bell rings again.
I run again without a chapal this time and open the door. My heart stops. A deep sigh escapes my lips. Throwing a angry look I come inside. I must nor smile. I can see the guilt on face but what the hell! It is not done… not everyday. You can not keep waiting endlessly. I have to prove my point today.
Aar ya paar. Bhut ho gaya.
I start with this and that. (Can’t tell you, you see this is very personal, so please excuse me.) After giving a good dose, I head towards my room, sit in front of my PC and pretend I am angry. Yes I am.
After five ten minutes, I see a hot steaming cup of Chai in front of me. I take a sip. Aaahhh….jaanat…garam chai ka mug wo bhi kisi aur ke hath ka bana. Wah ..wah..
I smile and she smiles back.
‘’Kya bhabhi itna gussa karti ho’’ Bhabhi muskra kya di ab tum sar par hi chad lo.
‘Gussa nahi to kya karu? Ye waqt hai aane ka? Kab kaam hoga, kab me jaungi?’ I am cool now.
She starts working, jhadoo, poncha, bartan, dusting…. Making lots of noises. But this noise is my music. I start writing with great chaiiin… singing my new song….
Tum aa gaye ho,
noor aa gaya hai,
nahi to chirago se
loa ja rahi thi…..
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