Mitranya cried last night. She was getting ready for her wedding.
She wept profusely for the seventh time and the dark sky celebrated her wedding night with extra sparkles scattered all over. The otherwise soothing autumn breeze was furious. It effused ether, smothering enough for all who had sensitive eyes, ears and breath. I missed my zephyr. Her wedding was not ceremonial for everyone. Stars were brighter. They were frolicking over the absence of the moon, who always subdues their beauty with his impish charms.
Like all other brides, Mitranya was bedecked and bejeweled gleaming against the stark night while weeping tears of valediction. Like every other bride, she was split into two. She had to choose between her head and heart.
Mitranya is a timeless beauty. She looks the same since years. No one could ever have guessed her real age. She’s quite older than her countenance. She was fostered with soul and sweat. With symphonies in her heart and giggles as her adornments, her name was synonymous to music in her vicinity. She was bathed beautifully in tears. Her cheeks were always flushed with a bright pinkish glow and her blue blood taught her to stay upright with a queenly pride in spite of all odds.
Mitranya…! I coined this name for her from two of my fragments, Maitri meaning friendship and Anya, the other one. So, technically Mitranya is ‘the other name of friendship’.
Mitranya was more than a little pink doll house I carved for my two princesses. It turned out to be a den for my lionesses. Eight years ago, I fused their names into one for her. She was made for them, by them and was torn when they left her.
She cried for them on this Diwali like a bejeweled bride cries for her siblings on her wedding night. Her trousseau was incomplete as she missed Maitri’s Rangoli on her threshold and Anya’s fastidious details inside.
This Diwali, Mitranya was torn into two … 🙁
मन स्याह अमावस मेरा
फीके सभी तारे
उजाले ले गए हो तुम
पीछे हैं अँधेरे…
दिए जलाके आँखों के
बाती सी मैं जली,
याद आती है न जाने क्यों
पिछली वो दिवाली…
दिए तो बुझ गए मगर
उठता है ये धुआं,
आँखों में चुभ रहा बहुत,
काजल रचूँ कहाँ?
लुका-छिपी बहुत हुई
अंधेरों से कह दो,
रौशनी की आस आज
दिल में रहने दो |
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