The sun was about to set as he sat down on his favourite arm-chair. His eyes were shut and his hands were comfortably placed on either side of the chair. The last rays of the sun were falling directly on his face giving it an unreal golden glaze. He was humming an old Kishore Kumar number. Probably Dev Anand had sung it on screen, he couldn’t remember…nor did he care. It was Kishore who mattered to him, not the heroes who merely lip-synced his golden beauties. It had been a long time since he had been so relaxed so at peace with himself. He felt like sipping his favourite whisky and listening to his favourite compilation…a delicious mix of Kishore, Gulzar and RD Burman numbers. The perfect way to spend a relaxed evening, he thought to himself. But he was a tad too comfortable on his chair to get up and do these things. If only…he sighed…if only…he wished.
He mustn’t have shut his eyes for more than 15 minutes when he felt a gentle tap on his shoulders. It wasn’t so much of a tap as it was a soft hand being placed on his shoulders. He turned around and there she was standing behind him. Her long silky hair was left open…just the way he liked it…and her big brown eyes were smiling down at him. “Here’s your whisky darling”, she whispered, and as if on cue O Mere Dil Ki Chaen started playing on his music system. He shut his eyes once more and felt the bliss of her touch and the mellifluous voice of Kishore, touch the core of his soul.
He sipped his whisky from time to time as the songs kept running on…O Majhi Re, Phir Wohi Raat Hai, Bahut Door Hokey …the melodies flowing as smoothly as his whisky. He hadn’t felt like this in a long time. “You know I’ve missed you so much these years”, he said softly, his words almost drowning in the waves of romance being ushered by Kishore and Pancham. “I wasn’t far way, all you had to do was call”, she said, her head now resting on his shoulders, as she knelt beside his arm-chair. She had now put her arms around him and they were both listening to gems such as Bahut Door Mujhe Chaley Jaana Hai, Bheegi Bheegi Aankhen, Theirs was a silence, which conveyed as much as words. He was really happy to have her next to him and that was all that mattered to him now. As the evening grew darker he could see their silhouettes on the wall. The songs were still playing…he was surprised at the length of the compilation…he hadn’t heard it for a while now but it surely wasn’t this long.
“Hey did you put on another disc”, he asked her. She smiled at him, ruffling his hair. Tere Bina Zindagi Se Koi Shikwa was playing when the lights suddenly came on.
He got up with a start.
He glanced at the music system.
It stood the way it did 3 years ago. The empty bar next to his book-stand and music system stared blankly at him. As he got up from his chair he felt a tiny tear trickle down the side of his eye.
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