To everyone who waited patiently and not-so-patiently – I thank you for being here despite the vagaries of my life and thereby completely un-fair delays in chapter updates!

There were many historical moments of importance significantly greater that had occurred on the banks of the Ganges and many of them strategically placed in Varanasi or Banaras or Kashi as time may have referred to the holy city. It was not pronounced the world’s oldest city just to please the fair-skinned, “ganja-flavored-nirvana” seeking tourist. And yet, for Khushi, the accidental Ganga-kinare meeting with Arnav Varun was no less monumental. It was the event she knew had changed the course of her life or at least been a permanent milestone – one that she would always remember with high definition clarity. It was with this knowledge that Khushi stepped into the next week, finally forgetting to count the number of days she had spent in the miserable journey she had deemed her stay at IE to be.

If she had been the lead in a Bollywood movie, then the week that followed her brief interlude with AV-Sir would have been perfect raw material for a beautiful montage as a melodious love song played in the background. The smile on Khushi’s face simply refused to fade. Nothing annoyed her anymore. Well, not as much as it had done in the hours before that accidental riverside meeting. It didn’t matter that all lab assistants now officially favored her, ensured that she didn’t have to worry about noting correct readings for experiments, offered her exclusive access to impeccably maintained journals that professors otherwise kept for themselves (to evaluate the current year’s journal submissions against). It didn’t matter that there were still third year seniors who took the time out during class ragging sessions to talk to her personally and ask her the most important question there seemed to be (why mechanical engineering?). It didn’t matter that all professors now knew her by name, roll number and seating location (front bench, of course). They were all but minor irritants in what was otherwise a perfectly romantic week. Practice sessions for Aarohan were on full swing and though Nishant Kumar Pathak was still less than satisfied with her singing, his grumpiness had seemed to be a lot lesser than it had been in those two AV-Sir-less days at the auditorium.

Needless to say, AV-Sir or Arnav as she forced herself to think of him, was currently as omnipresent as she had imagined was only possible for her Shiv-ji. She saw him everywhere she looked and sometimes even without looking – in the cafeteria, in the hallways, outside the window of her classroom – during class, in between classes. She even saw him in the library the first time she had entered the building – more out of habit that out of any necessity. Tripti called it her Hermione trait – the need to be in the library for more hours than was ever humanly needed. Khushi couldn’t explain what it was but libraries – the collective group of them irrespective of where they were situated – IE, Mumbai, IE-Varanasi or even the University in Chennai where her maternal grandfather had worked as an English lecturer when he was alive; held a special place in her life. She felt at ease amidst the faint scent of printed paper, the years that were captured in those neatly engraved words and the tons of knowledge and imagination that stayed captive in between those covers. And so it was only right that she met him in the library the first time she entered it as a student of IE and by extension the Varanasi University.

He had been standing in the check-out queue facing the librarian with a bored expression on his face as an overly enthusiastic student berated the clichéd-ly bespectacled librarian over the continued unavailability of some evidently important textbook. Khushi, who usually found loud conversations, especially like the one playing out in front of her, personally embarrassing, completely ignored the exchange and focused entirely on the man in question,. He had been standing right in the middle of a single beam of sunlight that lit up the afternoon silence in the Besant Library. She had frowned when realization dawned that she almost always had seen him framed by the gold that the sun was as it streamed down on the earth. Concluding that it was either a conspiracy or a product of her completely over-active imagination, she had tried to look away and go on towards the Mechanical Engineering section when he turned and looked directly at her. In what would have been a moment too long if her life was a motion picture, her eyes clashed with his gold flecked ones and her heart beat skipped as his face lit up with a smile. Much to her surprise, he edged out of the queue, ignoring the look of surprise that the student standing behind him had given and walked over to her.

“In the library already? Is it Mid-Sem time?” He asked as he approached her, referring to the mid-term exams that were due to begin in two weeks.

Khushi had wished in the moment to have been one of those people who could come back with something funny, smart and witty in response to the most mundane questions one posed. Of course, if wishes were horses, Khushi would have been a thin, witty, flying beggar. And since wishes, especially Khushi’s were more like open-eyed dreams, she had only smiled and shaken her head, mumbling something about wanting to see if she could borrow any books that made Engineering Drawing even if a little easy to understand.

“Professor Gupta should be able to help with that, no?” Arnav had remarked in response, leading once again to Khushi revealing yet another lesser known (to people who were not her mother and her sister) fact to Arnav Varun.

“We don’t get along when he tries to teach me. We never have.”

Once again, Arnav had chuckled at that, politely not probing any further. He then went on to suggest a book on the subject which he claimed he had found better than the one recommended by the First Year syllabus. Khushi had once again muttered her gratitude and shifted nervously in her spot, not knowing what to say next when Arnav had cleared his throat and asked her if she was planning to be there for Aarohan practice session scheduled in the auditorium later that evening. Surprised and more than a little thrilled, Khushi had nodded silently despite wanting to ask why he cared about her presence at all.

Satisfied with her answer and giving her no unasked-insight into why he had posed the question, Arnav had excused himself and joined the queue exactly where he had left it leaving Khushi to stare in awe as the student who had been standing behind him step back automatically, never caring that he could technically have asked Arnav Varun to go right back to the end of the queue.

So here she was, sitting in the auditorium, having finished her solo practice session with the orchestra. However, the man who had inquired about her presence was conspicuous by his absence. And so, Khushi remained restless as she continued to scan the circular auditorium every two minutes, without worrying about the fact that all that looking around was actually making her dizzy. Every time she would see the door open behind her and the shaft of light illuminate the central aisle, she would turn around expectantly. She had been disappointed nearly forty three times in the last thirty minutes. She came close to gathering her things and leaving (reluctantly, of course) at least twice except Arjun ensured that she didn’t since they wanted the entire participating team to stay on for the entire evening. Usually Khushi would have argued about the sense in that. Given she had a selfish reason to hand around, she bit back her natural instinct to bolt.

“O Maria, O Maria your turn next.”

She looked back up at the stage as Maria-something from the Electronics and Telecommunication branch, olive skinned with thick wavy coal hair and permanently kohl-ed eyes, walked up, smiled and laughing with everyone on the organizing team and the orchestra with enviable ease before she joined Rohan-something, her duet partner. Khushi made a face as she tried to think of the visual she presented as she walked up on stage – aloof, nervous and almost always cut and dried to the point with not so much as even one word of talk that could be interpreted as anything except what was needed.

The music began, upbeat and peppy in the way the songs in the “Chhed-Chhad*” section of the program were intended to be. Khushi’s face lit up in a smile automatically as the music filled the auditorium, dripping with fun as Rohan began singing in his pseudo S P Balasubramaniam voice.

O Maariyaa, O Maariyaa, O Maariyaa O Ho O

O Maariyaa, O Maariyaa, O Maariyaa Ho Ho Ho Ho

Johnny Jab Bola Tha Tujhse Shaadi Karegi Mujhse

Kaise Kahaa Thaa Ye Bataa

Khushi chuckled as did most of those in the large room. It was one of those songs that was meant to completely engage with the audience. And she knew it would work, because it had been a week since they had all been practicing and this was the one song that almost always got everyone to focus on the singing and the music.

She started to hum along with the actual Maria herself as the female lines of the song made their appearance.

O Maariyaa, O Maariyaa, O Maariyaa O Ho O

O Maariyaa, O Maariyaa, O Maariyaa Ho Ho Ho Ho

Johnny Jab Bola Tha Tujhse Shaadi Karegi Mujhse

Kaise Kahaa Thaa Ye Bataa

Both Maria and Rohan joined to sing the next few lines with people from the orchestra joining in for the chorus. It was a wonder how the mood changed from being industrious to purely festive in a matter of seconds.

O Maariyaa, O Maariyaa   O Maariyaa O Ho O

O Maariyaa, O Maariyaa   O Maariyaa O Ho O  

As the music took over once more before the stanza, Maria and Rohan, who were moving to the beat, smiling and laughing at each other; threw in a little bit of a dance like movement as they exchanged their positions and intertwined their mics before the words came on again. Khushi watched in wonderment as the two of them, apparently complete strangers to each other, flirted innocently and created such undeniably charming chemistry on stage even in these unadorned practice sessions. It was an ability she envied almost just as much as she envied people who were naturally slim. For the life of her, even with a close friend like Arjun, friendly teasing and flirting was deeply embarrassing for her and caused to blush more often than she liked.

Shola sa tan man mein

Ek bhadka to hoga

Johnny ki baaton se

Dil dhadka to hoga

Rohan leaned in to Maria and lowered his voice to a whisper, in a manner so much more akin to a performer who wanted to engage with the audience.

Sun ke yeh baatein

Kya tu chup holi thi

Khushi smiled at Rohan’s infectious enthusiasm and found herself singing the next words aloud with very little conscious thought of what it could possibly sound as.

Mummy se poochungi

Kya aisa boli thi

Hooo

The song continued and Khushi sang along, her body sub-consciously swaying to the words and the music and her entire being lighter than it had been since the library encounter. As the song came to a close and the familiar applause and cheering took over in the auditorium, Khushi felt herself brimming with energy in a way only Bollywood music could inspire. Smiling brightly even as she clapped for Rohan and Maria, she turned around, out of habit only to see AV-Sir sitting right behind her, now clapping almost as enthusiastically. However, he was not alone. There was a pretty girl sitting with him, also clapping her hands together in that dainty manner only pretty girls seemed to be accustomed to, even as she said something, leaning into him in a way that left little doubt over the level of comfort they shared.

Irrationally jealous of someone she didn’t know from Adam, Khushi looked away and swallowed. Thankfully, she saw Arjun running up to her and heaved a sigh of relief. She didn’t need to deal with her own reaction as long as Arjun was around. What would she do without him?

“Kavi,” He shouted out as he turned into the row of chairs where she was seated. As he walked towards her, he seemed to spot the persons seated behind her. “AV-Sir, Divya Ma’am – hi.” He said as he came to stand right next to her even as he continued to face those he had just addressed.  Khushi shifted uncomfortably. Was she supposed to turn around and say hello? Or was she supposed to just smile? Taking the easier way out with the latter. Turning she looked at the woman and smiled and glanced briefly at AV-Sir who’s facial expression she couldn’t read given how quickly she averted her eyes from it.

“Arjun.” AV-Sir responded pleasantly.

“Wasn’t that an awesome performance, Sir. They are our stars.” Arjun quipped, his face as genially poised as it almost always was.

“They are really good. That little dance thing was fabulous. Seeti-inducing.” Divya-Ma’am said, her voice that of tinkling bells and grace that some people were naturally blessed with. Khushi looked at her again, this time taking in the petite, soft features, beautiful dark eyes and a manner that exuded demureness. She was exactly the kind of person who somebody like Arnav Varun should find interesting enough. Taken aback by her own churlishness as soon as she finished the thought in her head, she invisibly shook her head. There was no reason to be, even if only silently so, nasty about someone she didn’t know.

“Seeti s – there’s definitely going to be a lot of that. We should have them do one more performance.” AV-Sir commented. “In fact, we should have more songs in Chhed-Chhad. It is the hit section of the program every year.”

“Rohan is already doing one more in Ishk-Vishk, Sir.” Arjun said, looking down at the clipboard and the endless lists that he now permanently seemed to carry with him.

AV-Sir frowned. “Which…oh he’s our SPB, yes, I heard that song yesterday. Also pretty good. But I don’t know if we should have such a long Ishk Vishk section. We have Khushi’s here…” He turned to look at her and Khushi quickly looked away. He was going to suggest not having her sing? Her heart sank into the bottom of her chest in disappointment.

“Arre Sir, I have been telling Kavi to sing Iss Deewane for so long. That would easily fit right into Chhed-Chhad and the best is that, it was the song she had originally planning to sing for audition as well. Last minute ditcher, this one.” Arjun said, his mouth pouting like a small child’s.

“Iss Deewane?” Divya Ma’am interrupted. “You mean with the shayari? What an idea, Sir-ji!” She exclaimed now grinning up at Khushi. “Hi, sorry I should have said hello first. I’m Divya Sahay – Third Year Computers.”

Khushi wanted to slap herself for being even momentarily mean to someone who was so warm and friendly. She shook Divya-Ma’am’s hand instead and introduced herself, making sure she clarified the dual name situation and then waited for the familiar responses.

“Ah, you are the Mechanical First Year girl. You are famous on the campus.”

Before Khushi could answer that, Arjun interrupted with a loud chuckle. “She loves that, Don’t you, Kavi?”

Khushi rolled her eyes.

“Don’t worry, Khushi. You can show him when Second Year hits and Professor Gupta takes Fluid Mechanics for you.” Arnav said much to Arjun’s gob-smacked expression, making Khushi feel better instantly.

Despite herself, Khushi laughed as Divya Ma’am re-iterated. “You are Prefessor Shiv Gupta’s daughter?”

“Why do you think she is my friend?” Arjun quipped and threw his arm around her to pull her close.

“Arjun Agarwal!” Khushi shrugged his hand away. “We’ll see next year,” She said seriously even as AV-Sir and Divya-Ma’am laughed softly.

The four of them were interrupted by the beginning of the next performance – three Civil Engineering first years singing Dil Chahta Hai for the Yaari-Dosti section. Since the song itself was fairly low intensity, the conversation at hand resumed.

“But, Arjun, opportunistic as he is,” Arnav said with a smirk, “does have a point.” He turned to Khushi. “If you can sing Iss Deewane, it will be fun. Very bold, gutsy, fit for Mechanical Engineering. We can have Arjun recite the shayari…I’ve heard you guys, remember. It might work.”

“See I have been saying that forever.”

Khushi glared at Arjun. “Arjun, I wasn’t even going to sing the one song…”

“You should definitely sing one song.” Divya-Ma’am chimed in. “I heard you yesterday. You are very good.”

There were people who could compliment most eloquently and it wouldn’t matter. Divya Sahay was not one of them. Her words glowed with warmth and sincerity and Khushi, for the second time in the last fifteen minutes, chided herself for ever having been less than generous in her own opinion about her.

“Of course, if you don’t want to sing, we won’t force you…” AV-Sir began with a warning-look at Arjun.

Arjun groaned and twisted his face at Khushi even as she gently slapped him on his shoulder.

“Actually…” Khushi began, not knowing what she was going say at all. She almost wanted to give in and say yes to the request. Which didn’t surprise her since the idea seemed to have endorsement from the one person whose opinion seemed to matter the most these days in her life.

“Though, I actually have a request of you myself which is why I asked you if you would be here today.” AV-Sir said softly, sparing her the torture of a reply for a few more minutes.

“Yes?” She asked, now extremely curious about what was coming her way.

Arnav Sir looked at Divya Ma’am and Arjun quickly before speaking again. “At the end of Aarohan, we have an “impromptu” singing / jamming session which runs into at least an hour or more after the event. Divya has been singing with me since she sang at Aarohan three years ago. But this year, she is not available.” He turned to Divya-Ma’am who mouthed a silent sorry to him before she turned to look at her.

“I was wondering if you would be interested in giving me company.”

River Song, Music and Lyrics

 Song TitlePareshaan

Album: Ishaqzaade

Singer: Shalmali Kholgade

Music: Amit Trivedi

Lyrics: Kausar Munir

 

Gash khaake galiyaan

Mudne lagi hain mudne lagi hain

Raahon se teri judney lagi hain judney lagi hai

Chaubaare saare yeh meelon ke maare se

Poochhe hain tera pata

Zara zara chalne se thakne laga dil mera

Zara zara udne ko karne laga dil mera

 

Author’s (I really cringe when I call myself that. Author? Me? Bwahahaha! Pretentious much?) Note:

1. Next update (fingers crossed): Thursday, May 21, 2015

2. I know many of you have LOTS of questions – What is Arnav Varun thinking? How does he feel about Khushi? Why is Khushi so insecure? How fat is she really? How long is this story going to be? Should I have a tissue handy (impending heartbreak) If you have any more, can I please request you leave them in your comments. I promise to put up a Riverside Adda with answers to those that I can, in fact – well answer :)

3. Those of you who are (re) reading Careless Whispers with me, Chapter 31 is a pretty critical one. So I want to take my time in getting the re-write right (as best as I can). So will try and update by Friday late night IST.

 

130 thoughts on “Chapter Eight: On Cloud Nine

  1. It was beautiful update Meera :). Loved both songs and I am so curious to know what’s going on in Arnav’s head for Khushi right now ;). And I am sure Khushi would faint with the offer from Arnav :P

    No need to apologize Meera and started Careless Wishpers also :)

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  2. WOW…Meera great update, this is a small high after feeling blue, but looks like Arnav also thinks Arjun and Khushi as couple. But is she really going to sing with Arnav ..? I am more nervous than Khusi at this moment. Iam worried if she would be disappointed if there will be any hurdle, she is so conscious of being judged that she may not perform to her maximum ability. But Arnav always manage to relax her nerves.

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  3. Haeeee the after effects of the Ganga kinare meeting with AV Sir have still not worn off our dear Khushi it seems ;)

    LOL reading about the preferential treatment meted out to her in her department had me shaking my head and giggling at the silliness of it all…

    Ahem! Seeing him everywhere are we now Kaveri ;) Awwww the library run-in was so sweet! I LOVE libraries! So I can totally relate to the smell of the old books, the crinkling/rustling of pages, sigh! I could spend hours there!

    You know what Meera, I really really HOPE that you will include atleast a small chapter/interlude from Arnav’s POV. Fingers crossed…

    The line about her being disappointed 43 times in the lsat 33 minutes was just adorable! Ah first love woh bhi college romance! Meera you are making so many of us all nostalgic yaar! Uparse your song selection, takes me right back to my childhood and the 90s! Those were the days man!

    Uh oh! Who is this new entrant! A friend or a foe??? So Divya Ma’am is pretty, claps daintily and has a tinkling bells wala voice. Aiyo Khushi, need you be more disparaging of yourself?? To have made such comparisons in minutes. Cmon you can’t be that bad. And there is the good girl we know, berating herself for the nasty thoughts about a stranger. Oh ho! Arnav sir making a retort on her behalf to Arjun! Wah wah! Arjun is as adorable as always! I have dibs on him ha since Arnav isnt gonna be available any time soon :P

    Oh damn! Khushi singing with Arnav!!! How the heck is she gonna not make a nervous mess of herself in front of him! Eeeeeeeeppppp I am super excited for this! Can’t wait to see how Kaveri Khushi Gupta handles this latest curveball!

    Also you mentioned a lot of the questions even I had in mind, so waiting for the adda to open! Will definitely be there with a cup of badam milk (since I don’t drink tea) and garam garam Banarsi Kachori! (Damnit I am hungry now)

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  4. Ok.. so we will start from the end. What do you mean by re-write? And where are you updating the re-write? Thirdly why I don’t have any idea about it? *pouts & sulks sitting in a corner*
    I have few questions (I’m talking/writing from that corner only). Firstly about Arnav’s thoughts but I’m sure that I won’t be getting any answer to it in the adda. :D Another question is where was Arnav in those last days after Khushi’s debut performance? ;) Who is Divya, I mean is she just a friend or more? Waise I don’t think so. Also Khushi has told Arnav reason behind her two names. I am waiting to know reason about Arnav’s two names.
    On that note Varun means sun, so no wonder Khushi always sees sunlight creating a halo behind him ;)
    Aww… wow so now khushi will be singing with Arnav.. Awesome.. *thumbs up*

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  5. First things first…re-reading/writing Careless Whispers? Chapter 31? And I don’t know? Me? Moi? Main? Meera…how do I start re-reading? I knew you planned to re-write with edits. But I wasn’t aware that you already had! :(
    Where have I been living these past months???

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  6. Okay, now to the River…
    I’d love to know Arnav’s take on Khushi letting her hair down, so to speak, and finally actually singing along to a song like O Maria.
    And now he’s asked her to sing with him? :) As I said earlier, Khushi tu toh gayi…
    Looking forward to Ch 9 and a new Riverside Adda…

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  7. I actually like the pace you’ve set. It’s unhurried, In the moment and let’s one be with the emotions running through. The riverside meeting is so visual…couldn’t be better. Pareshaan is a personal favorite and so apt!

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  8. Loved the chapter. Curious to know what’s between Arnav and Divya. Waiting for Arnav Khushi duet. Meera I would like to read careless whispers I didn’t know that you’re rewriting it. Pls can I get CW blog link. Thx

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  9. Abhi aisi ending ke saath Toh pareshan hi gaana padega Na!!!! Accompany mr. AV in jamming session!!! Bechari KKG toh gayi!!

    And I agree… Iss deewane is a better choice!!! I have heard it.. Awesome much 😊😊😊

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  10. Okay….I am back as promised…the biggest news I have is that I will be visiting Varanasi next month. You know? When I was assigned to this trip, the first thing which came to my mind is this story…If I get a chance to visit the Ganga Kinare…sigh! I will smile due to this memory ;-)

    Loved the way you wrote about the significance of this memory for Khushi—“ It was the event she knew had changed the course of her life or at least been a permanent milestone – one that she would always remember with high definition clarity”.
    If she had been the lead in a Bollywood movie, then the week that followed her brief interlude with AV-Sir would have been perfect raw material for a beautiful montage as a melodious love song played in the background. —-so true! I can already hear it in my head and visualize Khushi’s dreamy smile…and also all those irritating events no longer affecting her peace…

    Needless to say, AV-Sir or Arnav as she forced herself to think of him, was currently as omnipresent as she had imagined was only possible for her Shiv-ji—Ha ha……can include this scenes too in the song….

    She even saw him in the library the first time she had entered the building – more out of habit that out of any necessity. Tripti called it her Hermione trait —aha! Mention about harrypotter makes me sigh!

    She felt at ease amidst the faint scent of printed paper, the years that were captured in those neatly engraved words and the tons of knowledge and imagination that stayed captive in between those covers. —nice scripting & perspective Meera..
    He had been standing right in the middle of a single beam of sunlight that lit up the afternoon silence in the Besant Library—-aha! Swooning…even nature conspires and gives spotlight to the Hero..
    Khushi had wished in the moment to have been one of those people who could come back with something funny, smart and witty in response to the most mundane questions one posed —-that’s a wistful wish…one which even I have thought so many times when tongue tied. Of course, if wishes were horses, Khushi would have been a thin, witty, flying beggar. —-ROFL!!!!

    And since wishes, especially Khushi’s were more like open-eyed dreams, —-that’s more connecting and close to realistic…oh Meera! I am just like her! When I read about Khushi waiting in the auditorium and looking out for AV whenever the door opens, I can feel her…he he…you have captured and written those small small nuances perfectly….Khushi’s comparison with Maria’s poise was another common trait of female attitude and complex..
    Khushi watched in wonderment as the two of them, apparently complete strangers to each other, flirted innocently and created such undeniably charming chemistry on stage even in these unadorned practice sessions. It was an ability she envied almost just as much as she envied people who were naturally slim—Me toooo!!!!

    Irrationally jealous of someone she didn’t know from Adam, Khushi looked away and swallowed.—-ha ha…poor Khushi…she is going to have lot of jealousy attacks then…loved the way you wrote about Khushi taking in Divya’s whole personality. Isn’t Arjun the best? He keeps the mood light and warm and funny….. Loved Divya’s graceful manners..I understand very well Khushi’s proper manners and shy nature and it kind of makes me smile when I read those Arjun-Khushi interactions…
    There were people who could compliment most eloquently and it wouldn’t matter— so true! AV’s request was a bomb Meera! I am surprised that Khushi didn’t faint due to surprise ;-)
    (I really cringe when I call myself that. Author? Me? Bwahahaha! Pretentious much?) —ha ha…..you are a wonderful artist with knack for stringing words precisely thus creating rainbows in reader’s minds.…
    Those of you who are (re) reading Careless Whispers with me, Chapter 31 is a pretty critical one—Can you please grant me access,.for me the blog is locked..not giving me access…please let me in,…

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  11. Kaan Pakad k maafi Meera! I have been anything but a good reader. I have MIA for so long. Just LOVEERDDDDD the chapter. Khushi’s condition is so well described. Haye Arnav Sir yeah kya kr dala? What a question! WHAT AN OPPORTUNITY! Khushi would love to be ur partner singing kr payay yan na yeah nai pata

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  12. Meera! Yes, ma’am, Appy is alive, only enough to be away from the virtual world here. This is wonderful! Rivers, 90s music, and our favorite jodi of Star Plus. Could this *be* any more inviting? I’ve never identified more with an FF heroine as much as Kaveri here. Wait, don’t want to be unfair to our Chutki. Her Khushi is my spirit animal.But Kaveri, she’s more the sensible side of me. The singer who sings okay, and might sing even better if her sigh, crush notices her.

    Reminds me of the time this guy I had my eyes on sent me a ‘dhun’ he had played on his guitar, no less, to identify. And it was the Dairy Milk tune! Of all things, God! And Khushi seems to be right there. If only asli duniya moved at the pace life did in FFs. :P So, gist of the matter: I love what you’re writing here, as always. You’re such a romantic! Rivers and seas, music and shayari! Haha!

    Please continue, waiting for how our heroine’s life unfolds. And, oh. How could we not have Pareshaan in a music-inspired FF? :)

    -Appy Singh!

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  13. This chapter was absolute fun !
    Khushi ke liye –
    Kuch toh hua hain,
    Kuch ho gaya hain.
    Do chaar din se, lagta hain jaise,
    Sab kuch alag hain, sab kuch naya hain,
    Kuch toh hua hain, kuch ho gaya hain.
    The world seems brighter when one’s in love and Khushi can certainly affirm it.

    Padhai- khor Chasmish has already started studying. Is the smile that lit Arnav’s face on seeing Khushi in the library an inkling to his feelings ? It may not compete with the magnitude of what Khushi feels but there is definitely something – a growing affection perhaps. It was nice of him to help her out with Engineering Drawing. Khushi not getting along with the Professor Gupta in matters of studies is also very relatable. I have a few friends who’ll nod at this.

    I re-iterate, nothing inspires like Bollywood Music, so it’s no wonder that Khushi forgot her disappointment on not finding AV- Sir in the Audi, with just a few lines of O Maria. Seeti-inducing indeed. The sudden shift in atmosphere and lifting of spirits can only be done by filmy gaane. Will Khushi have a solo performance ? Iss Deewane would’ve been a definite hit in the Chhed-Chhad section.

    Oh a jealous Khushi ! She’s fallen hard and fast hasn’t she ? I hope for Khushi’s sake ( as well as to save tissues ) AV-Sir doesn’t have an equation with Divya, or anyone else for that matter.

    Arnav requested Khushi to be his company for the impromptu singing session ! Yes, yes, yes !
    Jaa Khushi jee le apni zindagi.
    Can Khushi handle the Dhak Dhak ?

    Marvelous work Meera !

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  14. Di you promised to set a Riverside adda so when are u going to do that.
    Ha most of the doubts are clear but we always get new doubts Di.😋
    So think about it.
    And ha please please let me read CW. It’s really unfair that most of the River side buddies read that and whenever they mention it I stare at their comments not knowing what they are talking about. It really hurts and irks.😑

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  15. wow!! honestly while i read the story i have so many things i think i might write at the end but once i m done with one ch i feel like running to the next. cause it seems like a long way down to comment and i m very lazy ;)

    i loved the way story is shaping up, although am eager to know whats going on arnavs mind, also who is this wonderful lady divya. is that his sister… lolz.

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  16. Ooh ! Loving the pace the story is picking up… great work !

    Re-reading careless whispers ! Omg ! Please grant me access to it. And EIT if you could be so generous :-)

    Thanks Meera !

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  17. In the first para of this chapter where you are writing about Khushi or could also be for a river ,beautifully done.both seem to be charting their course in keeping with what they encounter on the way.
    I love their meeting on the ghat , in the library not so many words exchanged yet whatever they talk can lead to a
    host of dreams for Khushi yet to know Arnav’s thoughts.Divya has to be a good friend of Arnav Right?

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  18. This is the song I was singing all through the chapter reading..

    Naa Jane mere dil ko kya ho gaya
    Abhi toh yahi tha abhi koo gaya

    Hogaya tujhoko toh pyaar sajana

    It is such a fun time jamming and playing the antakshri or even karaoke..busy life gets to you and we forget some of them. Reading through brings so many memories..love it!

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  19. The first lines of this chapter is very good and touching from khushi’s side…she is in love her thoughts resembles same…
    She already started studying…arnav’s reaction by seeing her in the library is funny…
    From the time he enquires about her presence in the auditorium i am thinking about soo many things…here arnav’s request really surprised me…khsuhi will be very happy at the same time she will be nervous too…

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  20. Before I forget (like I have been forgetting since the last 8 mesmerizing chapters), I have to say your choice of songs is spectacular. Even the one at the end of each chapter.

    For once, I am glad I am not in Khushi’s shoes. To sing along with someone you adore, when that someone has no clue of your feelings (or so it seems) and is breathtakingly handsome is not an easy situation.

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  21. “And yet, for Khushi, the accidental Ganga-kinare meeting with Arnav Varun was no less monumental. It was the event she knew had changed the course of her life or at least been a permanent milestone – one that she would always remember with high definition clarity. ” There always those moments in life, which when you reflect back, you remember those minutes details, the people involved, their words. Those moments. when you look to bring a smile on your face. Ya meera, you know us, humans. You make writing seem so easy. You make this sound so simple. And, yet understanding all of this in actual is too complex.

    “If she had been the lead in a Bollywood movie, then the week that followed her brief interlude with AV-Sir would have been perfect raw material for a beautiful montage as a melodious love song played in the background,” I remember you saying you are very filmy. Well, I can see that :P Aren’t we all affected by Bollywood.

    the eternal state of happy high. When you fall in love like Aman says in Kal Ho na Hoo. “Sab kuch acha lgne lagta hai… That long dialogue. Please don’t mind. I am unable to recite the whole dialogue. But, I am sure you know which one I am talking about!

    “Of course, if wishes were horses, Khushi would have been a thin, witty, flying beggar.” Don’t we all wish for the same?

    That irrational jealousy. Don’ t we all relate to it. It is natural. Stems from our insecurities. But, yes If I was in Khushi’s place I would feel the same. See how things work. Khushi is jealous of Divya and maybe Divya in her way was jealous of her coz she was the object of Nk’s affection. The world does work in mysterious ways.

    “Which didn’t surprise her since the idea seemed to have endorsement from the one person whose opinion seemed to matter the most these days in her life” – I can only smile at this. Love is surely crazy and scary.

    He asks her to sing with her. How adorable. I am sure Khushi must have stopped breathing there. Or maybe her Dhak-Dhak went into overdrive..

    ‘Chaubaare saare yeh meelon ke maare se
    Poochhe hain tera pata..”

    Ya, love is just the best feeling in the world. what other facts will explain, why your readers also feel and identify with Khushi. :)

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  22. you describing amazes me……its looks like describing khushi as well as a river….
    who is this divya….she seems a sweet girl…. yes…yes….arnav invited khushi to join him in singing…wow

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  23. So they meet in Library & khushi sees him everywhere so cute…Like the songs too & the way Aarohan preparations are going on.. o Maria was so good .. I was swaying too…
    V have Divya too she seems to be nice..
    Hope khushi will sing khul ke & meet everyone ‘s expectations..
    It is too good to be true & wow in end he asked her to sing with him..
    Waah aur kya chahiye..lol…

    Thanks
    Bhavna

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  24. As I was re-reading this blog (since I love Arnav Varun :D ) I came upon the comment re Careless Whispers. Meera I have requested permission to read it. Would you pls grant me access. Thanks a million :)

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  25. Aha! Neki aur puch puch? Ksushi would love to sing with him, I believe.
    Divya Sahay is a nice girl. How did Arjun know about her? What else does he know? Why is Divya not available this year?
    My question from the previous comment will be answered if They are seeing each other.
    Khushi is losing her mind too often. Arnav is ruling her mind. I hope it won’t affect her grades or whatever they call it in College.
    Father Shiv Ji is going to teach them in the second year. Is his absent mindedness going to give us some laughs?
    Cheers……

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  26. Aah Meera, every time I read this.. it’s just …

    Guzarte waqt se humne lamhein chura liye,
    Un do pal ki mulakat main kitne afsaane likh liye.

    Kucch kehti hai humse woh aankhen har baar,
    Ya fir iss dil ne khuli aakhon se khwab boon liye.

    Kitni pechida hai ishq ki rahein, ya aasaan dar-asal,
    kadam badha ne se pehle iss dariya mein doob gaye

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  27. HI Meera
    I am re-reading this for the fourth time :D I absolutely love this story. Just wanted to ask if I may have to Careless Whisper as well. Would greatly appreciate it. Lots of love-Diana

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