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She will wear jeans with a black long shirt and blue flip flops.Will need red colour to paint her toenails and a slight smear of the same but a darker red would work on lips. Wavy locks will finish up the look.But she wishes that she’d get a chance to wear a wreath of flowers stuck in an old fashioned bun with heavy earrings and a blossom pinned finely, with a sparkly traditional sequined duppata hanging onto her fragile shoulder, accompanied with a gajra(traditional bracelet beaded with buds usually of the flower “ motia”) in her delicate pale wrist.Koola poori (a flat sandle) would replace the funky flip flops and lipstick might have been the same red but perhaps a little lighter. Lavender green Choori daar woudlve perfecly replaced faded denim skinny jeans and a sea green anarkali frock would’ve substituted the black grave shirt.
Now 3 hours earlier she will sms her ranja " when will you reach?" instead of scribbling " meri deedae beena tarasti hay;apkay deedar kay liye" ( my eyes are in dire need to see a glimpse of my beloved),with her feather pen. Most probably she would’ve trained a pigeon to deliver her love letter to him.
So they meet at places like mcdonalds,ctc,masooms cafe and so on. They wont meet in a huge deserted forest where leaves sway by their collective breath, they would have an expensive snack and obviously ranjha will pay but will be deprived of munching onto free and even more delicious sitas ( corns) from an open fresh field. In most situations,heer and rajha will be confined under a roof beacuse if they both go out,heer's driver will be the witness of the reunion and might complain to heer's mother who'd storm like a crazy tornado and would confiscate heer's phone.In other case ,would have hidden heer's feather pen which writes her heart out.The ink of the feather pen is apparently royal blue but both of the lovers see it as holy red.
Ranjha will be in hangten's or cross road's button down with some branded pair of jeans and good pair of sneakers with a pack of cigarettes sleeping in his pockets. His hair will be gelled upwards opposing the rules of gravity and he'd smell Hugo Boss .Heer sure loves the scent of hugo diffused into tobacco.He would wear wrist bands in his handsome tanned wrist and a watch with a huge square dial. Oh well! what it would’ve been like if ranjha's heavy legs were wrapped in a chust pajama with a kurta and a black waist coat with a rose bud decorated in his pocket to be soon handed over to heer.He'd smell Ither (non alcholic perfume) and hair gelled downwards resting over his luminous forehead favoring gravity this time.Instead of funny coloured wrist bands,only if he wore a dhaaga ( a holy thread,usually given by peers to save from an evil sight and to be worn on wrist every time one step’s out of home).Heer wouldnt mind Ranjha chewing onto a little pan provided its free of tumbaakoo.
Heer loves outdoors ( provided she told the driver to go back home ) but if driver stays she'd insist ranjha to stick onto the cafe's not so comfortable chair.Deep inside she wishes to roam the roads,away from human gaze.Both of them stride hand in hand and talk about the philosophies of life in miraculious silence.Ranjha encounters no such problems of insecuirty so he indulges himself into poetry which also includes praises for heer( akon’s music aloud in the café’s speakers).How it would’ve felt if only sweet birds chirped and the water waves sung and the butterflies fluttered instead of akon’s dance numbers with outrageous lyrics!
"You look hot",glancing at heer's black eyes and face soaked in foundation.How it wouldve felt if ranjha exclaimed " mera heer-a! tum Khuda ka sub se khoobsoorat shahkaar ho"( my diamond! You are God’s perfect masterpiece) and he wouldve knelt on his knees and handed her the rose bud which initially rested in his chest pocket, closely packed near to his pure heart.
Oh well! Ranjha will definitely find convenient ways of reaching onto heer's hands; a little bony with slender fingers,green veins reflecting her skin,holding and perhaps saying " i love you" in a dreamy voice, where heer would reply " I love you more!..and so curves appear on the lips of both.
Time passes like a blink of an eye.An eye! teary eye! Emotions jostle inside heer's tender heart. She glances at her watch and utters in a monotone " Why does time fly by so quickly when we're together? ".." Time is meant to pass by my dear " says ranjha continuously looking at the chocolate chip cookie's bit which is easily resting on heer's lips' edge'.He draws near and with his forefinger point at his lip’s edge.Heer tries to intentionally misinterpret what Ranjha is trying to demonstrate and so he wipes of the bit himself oh Heer's wheat-ish face.A wave of intimacy rushes through two bodies.”When will I see you again?”,heer’s puppy eyes bedazzled with salty water droplets.” Sooner my love”,says ranjha faithfully.
The existing crowd in the background scene observe the emotions diving and floating into thin air around the duo.Heer whines the staring problem of the people. Before complaining, the background was dull. Blurry.They couldn’t sense people. They were the two only.Solely. Heer’s mother is calling “ mama calling” shows the God forsaken mobile screen!,Its not an “amma” with a huge chador yelling “ heer thallay aah” ( heer come down,perhaps to do the chores) and ranjha’s mouth drop opened ,marveling that how his future mother in law will yell! Time for heer to rush to her maa’.It’s also time for ranjha to descend the ladder from heer’s bedroom’s window.
Heer is in the process of rushing where Ranjha is midway descending. The clock will tick more slowly nowonwards till they meet the next time.
Ranjha returns. This time he scribbles. “Dum-e rukhsat who chup rahay,Bus ankhou se behta gaya kajal” ( At time of departure ,she assumed silence, only kajal blotched away)