Silent Tears 5
Whew! Finally I was able to get together the afternoon Fanaa and Alian shared. I had spent ages on deciding what all to write... had lots of fun doing that:) PLEASE... good people COMMENT!!!!!!!
CHAPTER 5:
Fanaa had been dreaming of her afternoon with Alian, he hadn't woken up yet, cause he hadn't replied to the message she had sent. Still, dreaming of that lovely afternoon was all she wanted to do as she sat beside her window with the rains pouring like last night. The water sprayed on Fanaa as she sat there and enjoyed her thoughts... a beautiful memory. Which was much-needed after that strange yet repeated nightmare....
***
It had been a bit cloudy. The drizzles were far away. Still the breeze was good enough. Not that either of them could feel anything but the numbing sensation of the other watching. Fanaa felt great. The wind touched her bare arms as she walked with Alian who remained silent after a rather small talk they had. Both were probably feeling the weather. It's generosity on them for being so good... possibly even romantic. The silence prevailed longer than Alian would have liked but he took comfort that this silence was nothing compared to the silence Fanaa had always felt. Always known. Always lived in. it belonged to her. But she did not. She belonged to someone else... Alian shook his heads wildly, like a puppy shaking off rainwater. Fanaa turned to look at him with amusement in her eyes and a playful smile tugging at her lips (and tugging at his heart).
"Nothing... I thought something fell in my hair..."
"Ah! Something from the heavens?"
"Hey that's not so fair. How can you tease me so?"
Fanaa sniggered and said, "Not like you have Raupanzel's hair to have something on top of that head and not know it, isn't it?"
Alian sighed in a sign of defeat and continued walking.
Fanaa's voice interrupted his thoughts of how and why she was so much in his head, "I guess we should hurry up. The rain will come down hard and fast...."
Alian said with a quick shrug, one he used in interviews to say- no comments, "There's little difference in 12 o'clock and 4 o'clock on a rainy day... it's all the same."
Fanaa said softly, as if she didn't want to but had to explain, "There is a difference.... You can feel it if you exclude the sky...."
"And the wind...."
"And the sun...."
"And the sounds of the birds...."
Alian waited for her to continue the analogy but she didn't. he looked at her to see her lost in some thought. The tube light that he was; he gulped down a small guilt and said, "Hey Fanaa I'm really sorry for that."
She brushed off his sorry with a wave of her hand and a smile. What lay beneath that smile?
"Are you worried for something?"
Fanaa shook her head and continued walking, the artificial smile still plastered on.
Alian wheeled around in front of her. Making her stop. With gentle eyes he asked, "You know you can trust me... um.. alright, maybe not. We've been friends only for 2 days but still, try to believe me and tell me what's on your mind. It'll help lighten your mood."
A gust of wind blew a few strands of brown hair into Fanaa's face. Alian curled his fingers around each other behind himself. It was all he could do from pushing out her hair with his own hands. Her trust would go flying out. She tucked the strand of the stray hair behind her ear and licked her dry lips. She hesitated a bit but then said it, "Nothing much... I had a sad dream last night. Just reveling in the joys of post nightmare scenes...." She passed him a genuine looking smile but still he wondered how genuine it was....
An hour later, Alian was seated on a chair in the kitchen with Fanaa working on some pancakes and coffee. He had begged to help but she had said- 'those fingers belong to a guitar not to a table top.' She had a wonderful outlook of life. He had coaxed out her nightmare and understood the reason behind her beyond the years knowledge. She went on talking about her past, slowly, gently. Careful not to tell him the one thing she had hidden from her parents... even Aryana. Something that had a negative effect on Aryana's teachings. She was always conscious... always afraid to point that wrong part, that mistake to herself. As if she didn't want to accept it. As if that past wasn't hers. But it was a part of her past as surely as was her nightmare. Another nightmare.... Okayed to be brushed off. He could feel she was hiding a part of her. But now was not the correct time to bring it out. Not when Fanaa was as sensitive and tender like an open wound.
A few minutes later, Fanaa and Alian were sitting in the living room, chomping through embarrassing moments of Alian's life. He was open enough to tell her the most embarrassing thing that ever happened to him, an unzipped jeans incident. They had a hard laugh over that one. He told her how he had always wanted to be a star and how after becoming one he felt his music flowing away. He said that he didn't want music to be the ladder to his stardom, he lived for music. It didn't live for him. He belonged to music. Music didn't belong to him. She corrected him- 'his' music was always his. Always belonged to him because he was the creator of that music, the owner, the worshiper of that music.
Alian said softly, forgetting that she could lip read;
"Your mind is as beautiful as you are." He shook his head and continued looking at the bottom of the coffee cup. A few minutes later he heard her start moving towards the kitchen... and he also heard a soft Thank you from her. He felt stupid for having said that to her, hoping she didn't feel that he was flirting with her. But he wasn't. he had never dated a girl in his life, ahem... he had many secret crushes but did nothing to tell them of that honor.
***
A few hours later, Alian was sitting with black paint and a 12 number brush and an oblong pot Fanaa had branded misshaped. He found beauty in the careless ripples her gentle fingers had created over the pot. She had asked him to first paint the whole pot a solid base color. He chose black, because she chose green. Each other's favorite colors. They chatted about his friends... family...manager and his daughter... types of guitar. He started feeling comfortable talking to her about music. Not doubting that she won't understand. Because he knew she would. She would know more, feel more than him. By the time the pots dried up, it was lunch time. They gave half an hour time to video games and another one hour to just flipping channels. He was feeling so high! So happy. Just being in her presence felt good. One call to the river moon café and home delivery would bring a lunch of chicken sausages and noodles.
Alian arranged the plates in front of the T.V. as Fanaa inserted the C.D. of Lake House. He noticed she had subtitles for all the C.Ds she had asked him to browse through and select one. They watched the movie and simultaneously started designing the pots. Silence was golden... or was it more like diamond?
After they had finished Alian said with his smile turned downwards, "Poor! Plain simple poor...."
He was wondering how Fanaa in spite of paying less attention to the pot than we give while eating, produced a fine pot right under his well shaped nose and he on the other hand had paid more attention to it than to a maths problem ending in a simple, black pot with messwork on top of it. Sighing he admired the pot ravenously. A green pot with red and purple flowers. The leaves were a shade of yellow... the borders intricately designed to flatter the pot.... Was it ever misshapen?
Fanaa smiled inwardly and said, "If you like it so much, why don't you take it? Just as a token...."
Alian pushed his creation towards her as he greedily drew the green pot towards him, "You don't always have to take the words right out of my mouth..." he showed a brilliantly arranged set of white teeth and said raising the paintbrush like a wine glass, "as a token of the beautiful evening I spent with a more beautiful girl...."
Rolling her eyes Fanaa clinked her imaginary glass, her paint brush and smiled.
As she raised the brush she said to herself, "To a dream that might come true...."
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Fanaa had been dreaming of her afternoon with Alian, he hadn't woken up yet, cause he hadn't replied to the message she had sent. Still, dreaming of that lovely afternoon was all she wanted to do as she sat beside her window with the rains pouring like last night. The water sprayed on Fanaa as she sat there and enjoyed her thoughts... a beautiful memory. Which was much-needed after that strange yet repeated nightmare....
***
It had been a bit cloudy. The drizzles were far away. Still the breeze was good enough. Not that either of them could feel anything but the numbing sensation of the other watching. Fanaa felt great. The wind touched her bare arms as she walked with Alian who remained silent after a rather small talk they had. Both were probably feeling the weather. It's generosity on them for being so good... possibly even romantic. The silence prevailed longer than Alian would have liked but he took comfort that this silence was nothing compared to the silence Fanaa had always felt. Always known. Always lived in. it belonged to her. But she did not. She belonged to someone else... Alian shook his heads wildly, like a puppy shaking off rainwater. Fanaa turned to look at him with amusement in her eyes and a playful smile tugging at her lips (and tugging at his heart).
"Nothing... I thought something fell in my hair..."
"Ah! Something from the heavens?"
"Hey that's not so fair. How can you tease me so?"
Fanaa sniggered and said, "Not like you have Raupanzel's hair to have something on top of that head and not know it, isn't it?"
Alian sighed in a sign of defeat and continued walking.
Fanaa's voice interrupted his thoughts of how and why she was so much in his head, "I guess we should hurry up. The rain will come down hard and fast...."
Alian said with a quick shrug, one he used in interviews to say- no comments, "There's little difference in 12 o'clock and 4 o'clock on a rainy day... it's all the same."
Fanaa said softly, as if she didn't want to but had to explain, "There is a difference.... You can feel it if you exclude the sky...."
"And the wind...."
"And the sun...."
"And the sounds of the birds...."
Alian waited for her to continue the analogy but she didn't. he looked at her to see her lost in some thought. The tube light that he was; he gulped down a small guilt and said, "Hey Fanaa I'm really sorry for that."
She brushed off his sorry with a wave of her hand and a smile. What lay beneath that smile?
"Are you worried for something?"
Fanaa shook her head and continued walking, the artificial smile still plastered on.
Alian wheeled around in front of her. Making her stop. With gentle eyes he asked, "You know you can trust me... um.. alright, maybe not. We've been friends only for 2 days but still, try to believe me and tell me what's on your mind. It'll help lighten your mood."
A gust of wind blew a few strands of brown hair into Fanaa's face. Alian curled his fingers around each other behind himself. It was all he could do from pushing out her hair with his own hands. Her trust would go flying out. She tucked the strand of the stray hair behind her ear and licked her dry lips. She hesitated a bit but then said it, "Nothing much... I had a sad dream last night. Just reveling in the joys of post nightmare scenes...." She passed him a genuine looking smile but still he wondered how genuine it was....
An hour later, Alian was seated on a chair in the kitchen with Fanaa working on some pancakes and coffee. He had begged to help but she had said- 'those fingers belong to a guitar not to a table top.' She had a wonderful outlook of life. He had coaxed out her nightmare and understood the reason behind her beyond the years knowledge. She went on talking about her past, slowly, gently. Careful not to tell him the one thing she had hidden from her parents... even Aryana. Something that had a negative effect on Aryana's teachings. She was always conscious... always afraid to point that wrong part, that mistake to herself. As if she didn't want to accept it. As if that past wasn't hers. But it was a part of her past as surely as was her nightmare. Another nightmare.... Okayed to be brushed off. He could feel she was hiding a part of her. But now was not the correct time to bring it out. Not when Fanaa was as sensitive and tender like an open wound.
A few minutes later, Fanaa and Alian were sitting in the living room, chomping through embarrassing moments of Alian's life. He was open enough to tell her the most embarrassing thing that ever happened to him, an unzipped jeans incident. They had a hard laugh over that one. He told her how he had always wanted to be a star and how after becoming one he felt his music flowing away. He said that he didn't want music to be the ladder to his stardom, he lived for music. It didn't live for him. He belonged to music. Music didn't belong to him. She corrected him- 'his' music was always his. Always belonged to him because he was the creator of that music, the owner, the worshiper of that music.
Alian said softly, forgetting that she could lip read;
"Your mind is as beautiful as you are." He shook his head and continued looking at the bottom of the coffee cup. A few minutes later he heard her start moving towards the kitchen... and he also heard a soft Thank you from her. He felt stupid for having said that to her, hoping she didn't feel that he was flirting with her. But he wasn't. he had never dated a girl in his life, ahem... he had many secret crushes but did nothing to tell them of that honor.
***
A few hours later, Alian was sitting with black paint and a 12 number brush and an oblong pot Fanaa had branded misshaped. He found beauty in the careless ripples her gentle fingers had created over the pot. She had asked him to first paint the whole pot a solid base color. He chose black, because she chose green. Each other's favorite colors. They chatted about his friends... family...manager and his daughter... types of guitar. He started feeling comfortable talking to her about music. Not doubting that she won't understand. Because he knew she would. She would know more, feel more than him. By the time the pots dried up, it was lunch time. They gave half an hour time to video games and another one hour to just flipping channels. He was feeling so high! So happy. Just being in her presence felt good. One call to the river moon café and home delivery would bring a lunch of chicken sausages and noodles.
Alian arranged the plates in front of the T.V. as Fanaa inserted the C.D. of Lake House. He noticed she had subtitles for all the C.Ds she had asked him to browse through and select one. They watched the movie and simultaneously started designing the pots. Silence was golden... or was it more like diamond?
After they had finished Alian said with his smile turned downwards, "Poor! Plain simple poor...."
He was wondering how Fanaa in spite of paying less attention to the pot than we give while eating, produced a fine pot right under his well shaped nose and he on the other hand had paid more attention to it than to a maths problem ending in a simple, black pot with messwork on top of it. Sighing he admired the pot ravenously. A green pot with red and purple flowers. The leaves were a shade of yellow... the borders intricately designed to flatter the pot.... Was it ever misshapen?
Fanaa smiled inwardly and said, "If you like it so much, why don't you take it? Just as a token...."
Alian pushed his creation towards her as he greedily drew the green pot towards him, "You don't always have to take the words right out of my mouth..." he showed a brilliantly arranged set of white teeth and said raising the paintbrush like a wine glass, "as a token of the beautiful evening I spent with a more beautiful girl...."
Rolling her eyes Fanaa clinked her imaginary glass, her paint brush and smiled.
As she raised the brush she said to herself, "To a dream that might come true...."
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