Susurrus Moments

Beautiful End

 

It was a susurrus evening of hiems. Arman was being delighted with the crooning of birds on lush trees. Unconscious of the quietness of the environment, he was absorbedly rapt in writing as of translating the lings of birds.

Treading the guiltless leaves, Dhanak came through and stood near him but Arman did not even bother to offer her a glance. After a little silence, Dhanak laid low her foot and said”You have become so callous that you do not even bother when I come”.

“Did you have a quarrel again at home today?” Arman inquired with a trivial smile

 “Where are you having blahs from?”

“Rightly said, barely I talk blahs now”  

“Don’t get started with philosophy at present”

 “Something is to be started at least, no matter, with philosophy”

  

 “In the manner you have started conducting your conversation, it irritates me.”

“It’s a manner only, it can be altered” Arman answered viciously

“I am asking you to revert your activities or I will mistreat” Dhanak answered inclasping her fist

“Oh you turn so pinky abruptly, but looks good even in this colour and paiment”

Biting her upper lip, Dhanak said “Yeah, do talk to me straight……it does not seem good to be Aristotile all the time. It’s better not to eulogize me, please.”

“I am telling you truth, today you are shining like yolk of an egg” Arman solemnly answered

“See….you burn heart more than admiring me”

“Now what’s hurt in it?”

“Nothing hurt mister, but say please, whether an egg is endemical or of a ranch” Dhanak pouted and said

   

“Other than of a ranch will be plausible in cold weather” It was hardly answered by Arman as Dhanak pulled off her sandal and hit him. Arman’s screak roared in the breeze and suddenly, birds fluttered and flew away from the ramus.

“Now I will hit on your face this time….got it?” Dhanak firmly warned

 “Hmm…..better” Arman painfully acted

“Ohh…Is it paining hard?” Dhanak inquired in worry

“No” Arman answered like a mumpish woman and turned his face

Dhanak holded his hand and said “Forgive me…. See… don’t you keep on teasing me…I get angry and then it all happens like this”

“No problem” Arman retained the frown

“Hu…Here…Look at me… I love you so much and that’s because I come here to meet you even in this desolate place… don’t even I care about the world and when you tease me by doing unwise acts, I get angry of it…. Even I want you to talk about us and cause some solemness in your traits for us at least”

“This is not a desolated place… You made all the birds fly and as far as it is concerned about us, I only know to talk like this” Arman answered with rigour

“Neither is an inhabited place….weird old decrepit trees, parched leaves, dull grass….only an owl was needed and that is you” Dhanak  stirred her hand and said

“You don’t have heartiness”

“Yeah, only you carry all the heartiness”

“World acutely wants this serenity, this ambiance”

“Tell me the name of the howlet who needs this” Dhanak inquired in a loud voice

“Infuriation is forbidden”

“Huh….the preach is started now”

“Dhanak, it is not needed to answer every question”

“You only ask such questions that I don’t be in relief if I don’t answer”

“Do you be in relief in any form?”

 “It is not possible in your presence” Dhanak answered and inclasped her lips

“Ohh…. I put a thought if your infuriation and uneasiness would not be there, it would be very tough to spend life… your infuriation and uneasiness is the reason to follow life…” Arman solemnly informed

“And my eyes?” Dhanak inquired as if it has been talking about love for so long

“Have seen whole world but not such eyes” Arman looked in her doe eyes and answered

“Is it really true?

“Just saying but it is not my passion to mould this feeling in some specific mold”

“Oh God…why are you so pure, you seem to be old greyheaded more than a short-lived man”

“What is it now?”

“You talk so tough just like an economics’ teacher illumminating demand and supply”

“If it is examined, truth and false are also as similar as demand and supply” Armaan hardly had answered as Dhanak connected her hands and said “Please, don’t you start anything new now…. I got tired”

“Ohh…. How can I serve you?” Arman bowed in honour and said

“Get me a drink from this old tree” Dhanak answered in testiness

“Want to have some mulberry?” Arman asked in a gushy mood

“Aren’t you in your senses..? It’s late… I will go now…. ”

“Stay for a while, even auburn shade on the sky is not set yet….”

“Huhhh……” Dhanak holded her head

“This is for you…” Arman handed over a red rose to Dhanak

“You think you will make it equal by giving this rose of 10 bucks?”

“In what ages are you…old times of 10 bucks have gone…I have brought this for 20 from a bad fellow after a bargain”

“You have gone mad Arman….Even 20 bucks have no importance in this era…I meant to say couldn’t you give me an expensive gift…anyways thanks”

“Oh no need to thank… that’s okay” Arman answered in naughtiness

“You don’t pay attention to my scoffs, only answer the words you like….you are very clever”

    

“I love you so much and that is why I ignore all your flaws” Arman said with sweet looks

“To hell with this love” Dhanak went wild and answered

“Anyways…let’s go”

“No…No…wait a while….Show me your script, let me see how you have been hitting the arrows all the day”

“Oh...that’s nothing…just….” Arman tried to hide the papers but Dhanak abruptly snatched the papers and started reading it loudly…. “It was a susurrus evening of hiems…………. Oh so randomly written just like a cheap writer…I didn’t have such expectations from you” Saying this, Dhanak tore all the papers in pieces. Arman was smiling, standing having his back on the tree…..

Dhanak saw him with dark looks and asked in loud “I wasted your work and you are smiling….why don’t you cut up rough on me, berate me, why are you smiling….have you gone mad??”

“My script couldn’t have such wonderful end….. I am delighted that it moved towards its true destination by your beautiful hands and in result of your precious infuriation” Arman answered in accent filled with love and tears rolled down on Dhanak’s face. She was gleaning the bits of papers, crying with hiccups and Arman was wiping her tears.

Auburn shade was deeply branched out on skyline.