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Man Kyun Behka Re Behka Aadhi Raat Ko
She lay on the bed with the man dancing away to the rhythms of his own pleasure. Yes, he was just a man....She couldn't remember his name. It didn't even matter. She didn't care anymore. Her mind had danced away into the humble room filled with the scent of the jasmines adorning her hair. Is this how Krishna's flute sounded to Radha?....The way her quiet giggles sound to her?......The way she has stolen her sleep just like Krishna stole Radha's heart. The entire day seemed like a dream. But the night was ethereal. Their hearts spoke after years. She felt like she was not alone after so long. Their joy was drunk in moonlight and their laughter heralded the moonrise.
Why did her heart feel so restless that midnight?
She wanted to keep hearing the sounds of her anklets. For one night that music was only for her. She had said that her anklets were singing differently that night. They had laughed and then she had looked at her...Into her eyes, her soul...Not just her body. She had smiled and looked away. Is that the shyness her mother used to tell her about? The one which was supposed to come swooping down like a veil whenever her husband looked at her but never did? Why did the sindoor feel so different when she put it on her forehead? It hadn't felt like that in the ten years of her marriage. They had talked that night....Talked of life, of sorrows that had so long been confined within the four walls of their hearts. Nights had always been quiet....But that night rang with the words that had been buried under the shadows of loneliness.
Why did her heart feel so restless that midnight?