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The Beauty of Running Times

Seema H Dahiya

EDUCREATION PUBLISHING (Since 2011)

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Thanks To The Almighty

W MY FIRST SPECIAL THANKS GOES TO

THE ALMIGHTY,

THE CREATOR,

THE GOD,

WHATEVER NAME ONE MAY ASSIGN

TO HIM

WHO IS UNSEEN

BUT WHOSE EXISTENCE

IS BEYOND ALL QUESTIONS ….

FOR ALL …

HE GAVE ME

FOR HE GAVE, MY SOUL

THE POWER … TO REALIZE

FOR HE GAVE, MY MIND

THE POWER … TO THINK

FOR HE GAVE, MY EYES


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THE POWER … TO DREAM

FOR HE GAVE, MY HANDS

THE POWER OF CREATIVITY

TO WRITE

WHAT HE TELLS ….

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Acknowledgment

W After sincere reverence for the almighty God, I want to

extend my heartfelt gratitude to my parents for letting

me grow up in my most natural way … and for giving

me the wings of education. They are my primary source

of motivation along with my mentors. My siblings,

Vikram and Sonia, solely believe me, and their belief

always inspires me to do better.

My special thanks extend to my soul mate, my

husband – Mr. Himanshu Dahiya – who acts as my real

source of courage …. He has given me the real power of

expression, and my work owes its existence to him. Had

he not been there for me …. This book would have lost

its existence. I have no words to express my gratitude

toward his efforts and the pain he took to make this book

a reality …. I don‟t know how to express my feelings,

but still I thank you with all my heart for being there

with me always ….

I would also like to mention the sincerity of my two

sons …. Obviously, I stole upon their time to complete

my work. Apart from my family members, a special

thanks goes to my friends and colleagues who bear my

fallacies and talks about my imaginary world, especially

Poonam Jain and Bimla, for being there for me.

And at last but not the least, a special thanks goes to

the EDUCREATION PUBLICATION and its team for

their sincere support during this process.

Thank you all for being there.

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Dedicated To

To all my teachers……….. and all those who believe in

power of positivity……………….


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From The Authors Desk

W The saying goes

„BOOKS ARE THE BEST FRIEND OF A PERSON‟

I am trying to create that best friend for ourselves.

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About The Book

W THE BOOK CAME INTO BEING AS THE RESULT

OF A DREAM

Yes , Dear readers ,it was a dream, all ACTIONS of the

present novel are part of a continuous dream .Although it

was not a dream that came in one part. Scattered parts of

one whole story…..came into my dream one by one, all

thanks to God‟s grace on me that he gave me so much

power to dream and recapitulate all the incidents of the

story from my dreams at the same time

I think the creator want me to dispatch some of his

good messages to the readers ……so he gave my brain

the power to retain so much of it……..

Some may find me insane in writing such thing as

above…….. but I believe in being truthful to my readers

And being positive is the only mantra, I believe in.

The present book is about

An ANGEL Aarvi and her soul mate Reyan. Aarvi was

born on earth as a result of a curse, while Reyan

followed her spirit to take her back to their own world.

They go through many obstacles and the rest is the story.


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Our world is composed of three types of forces as

described in INDIAN PHILOSOPHY as well as

science……………. This story deals with these three

forces i.e. negative, positive and neutral. The story deals

with these these forces in a very refulgent way.

Have we learned

Or

Have we gained?

To avoid

All that can stain

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About The AUTHOR

W Author Mrs. SEEMA H DAHIYA is a resident of Delhi,

India. Born on 14 january 1986 as the eldest daughter of

Mr. Sahib Singh Saini and Mrs. Kanta Saini, she has a

great urge to read and write stories, poems and novels.

She is a teacher by profession. She is M.A. (ENGLISH),

B.ED. One of her poetry book was recently approved by

the Hindi Academy (selected in the competition

organized by the authority) for publication.

She is a versatile writer and holds command over

both languages (HINDI AND ENGLISH). This book is a

fiction novel but also contain some of her poetic talent.

One can easily relate to the story with its simple

language and heart touching words.

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Characters In The Book

W 1. AARVI (THE PROTAGONIST) ALSO KNOWN

AS AADHYA

2. REYAN (AADHYA‟S SOULMATE IN HIS

QUEST FOR HER)

3. AASHNA (AARVI‟S FRIEND)

4. MR. & MRS. AJAN

5. MR. & MRS. PRADHAN

6. ABHYANSH ( ABBY)

7. THE OLD MEN

8. EPHOM SPIRITS

9. PULSES CLAN

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The Earth Poem

W The earth was all sane

Till all its elements

were all fine

And were living

In their own plain

Till humans were humans

Neutral as they were

And negative hasn‟t

Reached their brains

Till then, the earth was all sane

Positive was positive

And

Negative was negative

All were living


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Without any disdain ….

The earth was all sane

Till human mind

Started playing its game

It empowered the negative

And negative empowered it

Thus, creator took part in the game

Positives were sent

New world waiting

For their super fame

Negatives were banned

To avoid

The upcoming pain

And human as super creation

Got their name ….

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Earth again

But the fallacy of man

Made the negative

To come again ….

Who will now, take all the pain … ?

Will almighty, intervene again.

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Those four eyes, a pair of deep black sparkling tiny balls

and the other one having a touch of blue diamonds, met

at the crowded station and kept on looking into each

other until both of them were fully visible standing face

to face.

Eyes had not failed in recognizing each other, but

words failed to clear the distances, and the eyes were

forced to look another way. The hearts were thumping

hard against the two chests. With the crowd increasing at

an abnormal rate, she felt a jerk at her right hand, and he

had that feeling of loss once again.

She was having this tickling in her heart that he is

back, and she will soon be able to meet him once again,

but her mind never permitted her to believe these

expectations of her heart.

Although it was she who was expecting him, he was

not an inch less eager to meet her since his return. He

had left her, seven years ago, in the lap of destiny just to

shape that one right moment, when he will tell her about

themselves ….

She was in a confused state of anger and

thankfulness toward Aashna (her dearest friend) for

pulling her away at that moment. Actually, her heart was

angry. It still … felt for him but her mind was saying

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from one more embarrassing moment. She might not

have been able to handle it this time, especially when

she had decided to move on in life.

With this loss of her in crowd, he thought that she is

still angry with him and thus left without paying

attention to him, and his eyes tucked to her face,

expressing his feelings in full luminosity. In his mind

was the past, running at full speed were the memories of

childish, loving, caring, Aarvi … his Aarvi …. All of

them used to call her as his …. He, too, was aware of

this reality but never allowed her to realize his true

feeling for her. At that time, he was not there to make

her love him, but just to protect her. But then, his

presence became a sign of danger for her, and he was

ordered to leave.

He left her …. He cannot forget that day when he

decided to move away from her, it was difficult but it

was the demand of time and destiny. So, he left her in

the lap of both time and destiny waiting for this moment

to come …. He was sure of its arrival but she was not.

Although she had a feeling of meeting him once again,

she was not sure ….

Standing near the window of her room at second

floor of her house, she revisualized the images of the

past. In that pain, she could visualize herself as mad,

mad after a boy who never cared for her even after her

being so sensitive and caring for him.

She got engrossed in the past. Her past had his

images and only his images with all her actions as a part

of it.

“For him I was always the rain pounding over him

without being asked ….” She was in deep thoughts and

the reel of thoughts continued. “So, realizing my

importance was never a part of his life. I made him get

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culprit of my love …, not he. My nondemanding

affections never let him know the love of my heart.”

But a part of her resisted her blames on her:

“He was well aware of your love for him. In fact,

everybody around was well aware of your love for him.”

“But I never told him.”

“He always claimed to be your best friend; reading

your eyes was his passion, then how could he remain

unaware of your love.”

“Might be, he was not ready to accept my love.”

“He was sure of your love and that’s why he never

told you about his departure. If he had done so you

would have made him accept it.”

“He would not have accepted it, he never loved

me.”

“But, today it was there in his eyes. They were

describing his eagerness to meet you.”

“And what about those messages, he never replied

to, he never told me about his come back.”

“May be ….”

She felt a hand on her shoulder; breaking the loop

of her thoughts, she turned back and saw Aashna

standing there. Whatever she had been thinking was

partially true, it would have been completely true had it

been a natural path of love. However, it was a bit

planned one, planned by destiny. Reyan too made some

extensions in this plan, to add to her eagerness. He

believed that a silent delay will make her more desperate

She grew more silent about her feelings. It was he who

made her believe that he is careless although he was too

much caring for her. His eyes always used to follow her.

Her presence used to give him strength, but he would

always tell her that her presence disturbs him. Thus, she

developed an inner voice of rejection from his side; it

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Turning to Aashna, she kept her chin on her shoulder

and tears rolled down her cheek. She muttered in a very

low voice, “He is back.” There was pin-drop silence in

the room; door and windows were closed, so Aashna

was able to hear and understand this sheer utterance.

She then held her by shoulders and asked, “What

are you saying?”.

“Who is back? Abby, No … No … No! He hadn‟t

gone anywhere …. Then, who is back? Why you are so

silent since I pulled you from that crowd? Was there

something? Have you seen someone? Tell me ….” (But

Silence)

She again asked her to speak up but only tears were

there in her eyes, and utter silence in the room prevailed.

Aashna … stepped back … looked at her closely

…. Her face had something that she had seen after a long

time …. It had the same yellow color which was there

when he left ….

At this thought, Aashna took one more step back in

shock …. Uttering, “Is it he? Really … is he back ... ?

You saw him …. Oh! My God …. It‟s too good.”

She made her sit on the couch lying nearby …. And

with a smile of surprise … asked her to smile and then

there was a reel of questions ….

“Did he see you? You must have talked …. Where

did you see him ... ? He told you something or not ... ?

Where did you meet him … ? I was with you all the time

…. Was he there in the crowd … ? Oh … No … shit ….

I must not have pulled you …. Sorry … sorry … sorry

…. I took this chance away from you … sorry dear …!”

Aashna was jumping like a monkey in the room …

as if she had found something for herself …. This

brought a smile to her friend‟s face, and she spoke out

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“You are looking more eager than me … as if you

have seen him.”

“I haven‟t, but I am sure, if I have been at your

place, I would have gone to him straight, punched him in

the face and then would have forced him to tell his

whereabouts … nonsense ….”

Smiling Aarvi just said, “You will never understand

… if I had been the same … I would have punched him

too … but time has changed …. And this time, there was

something in that pair of blue eyes that was not there,

years back …. I think our eyes recognized each other but

….”

“What … But … Dear, you must have stopped me

from taking you out. I am feeling so disheartened ….”

“In fact … I am thankful to you … taking me out

of that embarrassment …. Had he wanted to talk to me

he must have followed …. But he didn‟t …. He is still

the same, Aashna. He doesn‟t like changes …. You

know … let‟s go downstairs …. Mom must be waiting.”

“Oh … Save me …! Aunt is surely going to take

me out of myself; it‟s almost half an hour, since she sent

me to get you out of this room …. She hates you, for

sitting in this room, for such long hours ….”

They were about to step out …. Just then, Aashna

took her by hand and led her to bathroom to wash her

face ….

Aashna and Aarvi were friends, and this friendship

was years long …. They were only five years old then.

They had gone to a trip with their respective

families, their parents being fast friends. But that trip

proved to be a fatal one, and Aashna‟s parents lost their

lives with no known reason …. Since then, Aashna was

with this family …. Aarvi‟s parents bore all her expenses

and took care of her just like Aarvi. According to him,

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Moreover, he held himself responsible for that fatal

accident of her parents.

N Everyone felt Aashna‟s parents were not the real target

of the killers. The murderers had planned to kill Aarvi

and her parents but due to Aarvi and Aashna‟s curiosity

to watch the circus nearby, they were out and Aashna‟s

parents being tired slept in their room with her sister and

got killed. The reason of death proved to be an unsolved

mystery, there was no sign of any kind of physical

torture or arms or any poison and with time the mystery

sustained …. No one was able to solve it. So, Aashna‟s

responsibility came to them, and they tried hard to make

her happy and comfortable ….

Aashna too was a cheerful girl and always looked

full of life. In fact, both of them were good when they

were together. They used to share each and every

moment of their happiness, sadness and of their utter

loneliness.

So, it took no time for Aashna to guess that Reyan

was back; she could easily make it out of her face that

she was thinking about him. In fact, during the seven

years of their differences, she had been the only one to

know whether she was thinking about him or not. And to

her pleasure, she never stood at fault. In the beginning, it

was easier for her to understand Aarvi as she was still in

contact with Reyan but when Aarvi decided to leave

talking or texting him in order to give him space in his

life, it became difficult for Aashna to take out her curbed

feelings. She was able to guess her face but not her heart,

but when Abhyansh entered their life as friend, she got a

partner in her venture of making Aarvi smile all the

time.

In her heart, she used to like Abhyansh but seeing

his concerns for Aarvi, she never allowed her feelings of

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move on in life unaware of the fact that Aarvi had

decided to never give a way to anyone to her heart (not

even Reyan). He disrespected her feelings, she was sure

that he was aware of it, (everyone used to tell him about

my concerns for him).

However, in some past months, she used to look

very happy in Abby‟s company and her smile used to

make Aashna relieved, she wanted her friend to smile

again. Abby became a platform for her to achieve this

target.

Abby too always felt like talking to Aarvi but

having no positive response sometimes disturbed him.

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The rippling effect of moonlight in the society pool, that

day, looked more engrossing to her as they reached

there.

Aashna as usual started playing with the children but not

her. Her thoughts were not ready to leave her and the

hide and seek game of moon among the cloud

imminently commissioned her thoughts related to past to

come back and invade her present. With her eyes staring

that constant rippling of the pool water, she kept on

going more and more into the depth of time, diving each

and every moment without any fear of being drown.

She had been in and out of that puddle many times

but that day it was more than vast and incandescent with

loops clearly visible.

The same effulgent spark enlightened his night after

a long time at the roof of his house.

After she disappeared in the crowd, he kept

standing there for a long time, a couple of minutes

accounting to half an hour, with his blue eyes following

her image although he was not sure of the direction she

went into. His eyes had all her images from birth to

rebirth and up to this moment.

Once he got sure that she would not come back to

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friendship, he left the place, got inside one of the

approaching coach and then to his four-wheeled grand

structure, a synonym to luxury, the four wheels with the

silver spark gave the luxury its stunning look. The

prodigiously shining royal color of the body defined the

odor the owner must be having. The four-wheeled

gallantly and magnificently designed box was a mere

reflection of the personality of the boy inside. As he

drove, the sound of the new luxury caught many eyes

and the rest to be done by the looks.

Other vehicles paved way to the real king of the

road and it took him no time to come out of the hubble-

shubble of the city roads on to the quite smooth way of

country side. He dropped the glasses without moving a

single finger, as if everything within was moving

according to the orders of his eyelashes.

The road was quite, having bushy evening redness.

Sun was shining red far away over the axis, almost ready

to hide behind the cover of the green. The king of the

road was seemingly approaching the diving sun.

The entire way was having green and yellow

touches of nature. It was just like a parkway having

green grass and trees on both sides. There were trees of

guava and plum that covered the path with their shade.

There were also banyan trees, mango trees and trees of

apple with more thick shade. The entire way was a

luxury of nature. Natural luxury was everywhere round

the orbital road, untouched by the plasticity of city life.

Farm houses paved way to more green cover and

soon the car went on to a slip road, seemingly

approaching no residential spot. If one could have been

inside with him, the loneliness of the way might have

frightened the person.

Then to the relief of the eyes, there was a building

and as soon as the beauty approached the bricky lane, the

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Looking from outside, one could easily imagine a whole

village living inside.

Soon, he was at the entrance and hearing the roaring

sound of the giant beauty, the entrance allowed it to

enter with no manual indications. Thus, no words for the

magnificence of the house he entered.

He left the beauty at the porch and entered inside

the hall. A gorgeous lady welcomed him with the

warmth of her arms and entangling her, he shouted out

with great excitement, “I saw her today, do you know, I

saw her.”

“She is still the same, those black eyes … wow, and

I can‟t tell you.”

She forced him to drop her down else he would

have suffocated her.

“I had told you … you will get her … and see ...

you caught her.” She emphasized.

“I haven‟t got her still, I just saw her … not even

talked to her, let go … getting or catching her.” He

laughed in a naughty tone.

“You will … I know, now get going, we have to

dine fast, night is approaching, servant should leave by

now, scaring them is of no use.” She instructed.

“I will not take food today … let them finish … my

happiness has got over my hunger and if servants want

to leave, they can, I want to spend some time over the

roof and never say they will be scared of us, we don‟t

look that bad in our real form,” Reyan insisted.

“Ah, dear I just mean these humans are really crazy,

they even get scared of the most beautiful things…” By

the time she completed her sentence, he took some

drinks from cabin, some snacks and left.

In his room, he laid himself flat on the bed, eyes

closed and sweet smile on the face, a smile of content.


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