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The next morning when she woke and checked the page, there were people liking and sharing her post. There was a long trail of comments where people were appreciating the feel and depth of her words. This new found surprise gave a zing of positivity which ran across her senses. She immediately took the screenshot of the post and shared it with Rajat with a message.

One day while she was sitting in her room and writing a post for her page. She saw that there was message waiting for her in the inbox. After reading it she realized it was from an Opus publication that showed interest in printing a collection of her poems and paras. She immediately picked her phone and dialled to Rajat.
Early morning mist begins to clear, dew laden grass and cobwebs, sun rises casting orange and pink onto a thin layer of cloud, birds sing, dawn chorus, animals stir.

She knew it’s early when there is no light striggling to get past the grime on her window. She can hear the drum of rain on window panel and she brings her hand down in a semi- drunked stupor onto her alarm clock. Not that she had been drinking, chance would be a fine thing, but at this time of the day her neurons were not firing too well; so was pretty much having the same effect as half a bottle of whiskey. She could hear some sound in the kitchen and realized that Rajat was already up since long. She dragged herself to kitchen.

Radhika was a smart lady in her late 30’s. She was the heiress of Opus after her father’s death. It was due to her vision and dedication that the publications was standing where it is today. She had sharp and well defined features with an amazing figure like hourglass. She seemed to be witty and had a radiating aura.

“You are a weaver of words. You take the thread of words and weaves them into a pattern that could fill another person’s mind with beauty and the choice of words maybe patterned to create a wide array of responses and emotions”

“Wow that was so well put” Myrah said in awe.

“That’s the experience summed up of this industry” Radhika replied wih smile.

“So how is this to be done as we have no idea about this at all?” Rajat said in an enquiring tone.

“You don’t have to worry. We have already complied best 30 poems of yours. You just have to give a go ahead and then it is ready for publishing”

“Ok. And what is going to be our benefit in this?” Rajat asked.

“You will be signing a contract with us where we will give you the fee and royalty on the sales”

Rajat and Myrah both seemed to be satisfied with Radhika and happily agreed to go ahead with the process of pubishing.

“What do I have to do now?”

Radhika hands over a spiral binded copy which is a compilation of her poems.

“All you have to do is edit it once and then submit it to us. We can then take it ahead from there”

“Alright” Myrah replied while receiving the copy.

“Cool then let me know if you need any more help”

“Sure”

“You have the talent and we are just giving you the platform”

“Thank you”

Myrah and Rajat left her cabin and went out.They both left for their offices and decided that they would sit and discuss about all of this in the night during dinner. She had already edited the book and given the go ahead for the publishing.

Tomorrow was her book release. Something which has made her insomanic since the last two week. She was sitting on the sofa and remembering all the times of her first meeting with Kabir.

Suddenly her doorbell rang. It was Rajat with food and champagne.

“Why this?” she asked in a surprised tone.

“It’s to celebrate the success of your first book”

“It’s not out yet”

“Yes, but I already know that it’s going to be super success”

“I don’t know”

“Again” he replied in an irritated tone.

They both had dinner and then Rajat went back to his place. Myrah’s book got published and soon it got sold out also in all the major bookstores. The second lot of it went for printing and that too was also getting sold out soon. She was now a new sensation in the writing industry. The internet was talking out her and people wanted to know the inspiration behind all the heart and soul touching poems.

Tomorrow was her book reading session in one of the Literature café of the city. She was excited for the same. She was sitting and waiting for Rajat, suddenly he came from behind.

“Nervous?” he asked her.

“Not really. It’s just”

“What?”

She was quiet but her eyes spoke everything.

“Missing Kabir”

She nodded a yes.

“Why don’t you call him up and tell your feelings?”

“The feelings that I have for him can’t end until my body ceases to function and my soul is released for whatever comes after.”

“Then what is the problem?”

“I really don’t want to be a hurdle in his life and you know Rajat I believe”

“that loving a person does not means to be with that person” he completed her sentence.

They both shared a smile and finished their dinner. Soon Rajat left for the night and Myrah went to drop him till down the building. They both hugged each other and bid a good bye.

She decided to take a walk and then go back upstairs. She walked as her hair fluttered in the air, her clothes clung to her body, arms tightly wrapped around her. She felt the cold wind stroking her skin. As a few teardrops appeared from the corner of her eyes, the women continued walking, not stopping for anything.

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