The sweet silent early morning… golden rays… cool breeze.. melodious chirping of birds……the silent streets getting ready for another lovely day ahead……
“Pehla Nasha… Pehla Khumar….” The background score…
A boy next door.. A casual wrangler denim.. a simple yellow teee… bag hanging on one shoulder.. Hands in the pockets… ear phones playing some music.. and his legs taking each step ahead in rhythm…An simple gal… red salwaar suit… long hair kissing her cheeks… a pair of maroon bangles in each arm.. long and heavy metal earrings.. compelling you to look at her beautiful face… kajal to immure you in her eyes… just a simple lip glosss.. looking down.. and moving ahead… on the same footpath.. towards the boy… still not in sight……“Naya Pyar hai naya Intezaaar…. Kar lun main kya apna haal..”She catches a sight of the guy… “Looks good”.. she thinks… “Is he actually good? Will he look at me?? What should I do? Should I look at him.. or should I keep staring at the concrete?”“Wow.. what a morning!!”.. thinks he. “And a gal in red… nothing can be better than this… her walk reveals that she is good.. oh god.. is she beautiful?? Should I look at her? NO… she would take me as another jerk.. Guess I should not look at her…..”“Ohh.. he is tall… is he handsome?? He should be!! Should I give him a smile?? He wont take me wrong?? Or will he?? God help me……” Heart beating faster than ever.. getting faster every second… getting faster with every step that brings her closer to him…Takes his right hand off from him pocket… runs his fingers through his hair..
Puts off some streaks of hair from over her face to tug it back of her ear.. takes the corner of her dupatta.. rolls it on her fingers… smiling at herself…. She keeps moving…….Pulls off his earphones… couldn’t stop himself from looking at her.. “Oh.. she is sweet.. looks better in red.. Thank god she aint looking at me” Feels she would raise her eyes.. nervously starts looking somewhere else…..
“Is he looking at me?” Pulls down her dupatta a lil… checks her steps.. looks at the guy with her corner eyes.. “Why is he not looking at me?? Idiot”
“Aee dile bekarar… Mere dile bekarar… Tu hi bata…”
About to cross her.. He couldn’t resist anymore… tries to look straight at her… “Ohh she is so so pretty… look at me goddamit…!! What is there on that stupid black concrete…..” tick tick 1.. tick tick 2…..
She turns all of a sudden… could not resist.. their eyes meet… he smiles… she sighs… then smiles looking at the concrete.. raises her head again.. looking at each other.. they cross………… smiling they move ahead……
“Pehla Nasha.. Pehla Khumar… Naya Pyar hai Naya Intezaaar”
