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Let's run away?

 Our lives had brutally changed in the past three weeks. We had been posted to a God forsaken place in the East. It had all been painstaking to travel, then locate our new haven but setting up our house was a dream come true. We had been married for three months and 17 days to be exact and placing the “Mannat Amteshwar Sandhu” board on the entrance proved everything worth the effort. My green apple sanitizer’s fragrance desperately tried to mask the stench of our freshly whitewashed MES accommodation. We spent the whole day dealing with his trophies, cut glass crockery, curtains, kitchen counter repairs and tracking his beloved Apache. The night was dark and the moon was the only light when I went for the assemblage of my library.  I couldn’t help but marvel at the biblical books of medicine and my astounding  collection of novels, that I had hoarded all my life, look like relics in the museum. Amteshwar called out for me and I peeked at him with pride and contentment thr...
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Mai Laut Aaunga








'Mai Laut Aaunga' - he will always sing this phrase while we left for our separate homes, miles apart. 
I was not the ‘wanderlust’ traveling kind, but I loved driving to college because there he used to be. No, he was not the topper kind, but, he was a man of rules. “Attendance” he used to say. You’d love him if you met him. How he pays attention to little details in life, how he addresses everyone, it goes on. 
His apartment was near the college, so he used to walk. I would ask to drop him to his place, but he wanted to walk back home. And we fought on this numerous times. Actually, a lot of times. He was partially to blame, though. 
He used to record songs for me and I used to play them while driving. Mai Laut Aaunga was one of my favorites. 
One fine day, he bought me a pair of bangles, which I wasn’t fond of. He came up to my house, called me on my phone and suddenly I heard his voice - a little too loud for mobile phone conversations. “Pehnaani thi jo chudiyaan, mujhko teri kalaai mai” and came up to me, slid those bangles on my wrist and said softly “Pehnaa jaaunga”. 
It felt like dropping him at his place and driving back home. After all this time, I never actually thought I love bangles.
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