It was all dark winter night.
The poetry of earth is never dead:
When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,
And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run
From hedge to hedge about new-mown mead;
That is the Grasshopper's—he takes the lead
In summer luxury,—he has never done
With his delights; for when tired out with fun,
He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
The poetry of earth is ceasing never:
On a lone winter's evening, when the frost
Has wrought a silence, from the stove I trust
To hear the Cricket's song, in warmth below,
As he sings safely of the winter's snow:
The Grasshopper's joyous and the Cricket's song,
In warmth increasing ever till his death:
For at his voice the sparkling stars appear,
And all the winter night's bareness is made clear.
This is a beautiful reflection on the cyclical nature of life and the power of art to transcend time and mortality.
On the Grasshopper and cricket.
The moon light falling, on the person creating shadow.
The shadow of thief, climbing the wall of TEASU KI MANZIL and at the background, the cricket's song was highlighting the scene.
The shadow forwarding to back door of house, which was opening in kitchen and the shadow entered slowly without creating any voice.
The kitchen illuminating with dim lights and the shadow disappearing, turning to well-builded guy, fitted shirt displaying his broad chest, propping out viens, his right hand wrist filled with three leather bands, all he was frinsome good.
He turned to kitchen slab, where there was small size boxes, at side one small box kept, on top of it there was candles.
He smiled and carefully took out a small but beautifully decorated cake.
Wah feebo wah.... Jeeo meri jaan Jeeo..
He shook his head with full of excitement and make his way to his innocent crazy's room for which he passed the lounge, looked around which was all dim but all ready.. For the moment.
He moved forward without any voice to the room of innocent crazy, which was closed but light was on and can seen by through which light peeping out from the space after closing the door.
He kept the cake on side table which was stood by her room's door.
Slowly he twist knob of the door and peeping in, where you can just sight, one side of her room, her bookshelf and study table can be seen and her bed was opposite to.. And for more sight, he opened more and turned his head to see.. And saw flying cushion coming to his face but in no time, he catched cushion with huge grin on his face and saw the opponent with raising two hands for hug "my innocent crazy" and she run towards him and gave a bone crash side-hug, that he controlled himself from falling "Sahir Saleem" looked at his face with full of excitement "how are you.. You have forget me.. And coming after 1 month to meet me and last time you didn't bought kashmiri suite and you said you will take me for shopping" she cheekly started innocent shkaayat'ein.
And he loves to hear and he always fullfill her innocent wishes First, leaving everything behind. Looked at her "aare baba... Abhi toh aaya hon aur shkaayat'ein shuru.. Saans toh lene do zara aur bakhi sab dekha jainga" he blinked his right eye, seeing her to tease.
"okay then... I'm not going to talk you" she separated from hug and flip over her hairs and folded her Hands.
"accha accha don't be upset.. Tomorrow we'll go for shopping and for outing also and besides I listen that your childhood fiancé came and wanted to meet you.. Huh.. I'm getting jealous.." he smirked mischievously.
Innocent crazy's love was secret but don't know when Sahir got to know. The love of crazy was not too strong but firm feelings were attached to her heart like No End. Whenever anyone talks about marriage or partner she thinks about her fiancé.
" seriously.. I'm not talking with you" she sat on her bed, turning her head to opposite from Sahir side, completely acting to ignore him.
"aaraa yaar... chodo na" he came near her, and started acting coming front of her "meri shehzadi mujhe is gustakhi pe maaf karde. Ye bazarer bande ko.. Apki maafi chahiye"
"No" she again more turned, not seeing him and forcely stopping her smile at his antics.
Sahir clutched her feets and sat down on knees "apki maafi k ilawa aur kuch nahi chahiye"
She jump on her place and shouted "chodo.. Chodo" laughter chuckle across her face due to tickling.
Sahir, not leaving her feets "maaf karde mujhe"
"leave.. Leave me... I... Said" Her eyes turned fountain, tickling was making her laugh nonstop.
"pehle mujhe maaf kare" he was enjoying her innocent crazy's situation.
"Okay... Okay leave me.." she trying to stubborn.
"No.. First you say you have forgiven me" sahir doing more tickling by trying hold more tight.
She repeated "you have forgiven me" giggle and tried to separate feets from him.
"I'm not leaving you then" he tightly hold her feets.
"okay.. Okay.." she said while controlling her breath cuz of laughing continuously "okay.. I FORGIVE.. I FORGIVE YOU SAHIR SALEEM"
Sahir smiled and unhold her feets, got up from down and forwarded his hand.
Crazy looked at him, eyes filled with water due laughing and hold his forwarded hand and got up from her bed.
"You have just forgiven for cake.. Nai.. Mera intezaar bhi isliye hi tha.. That I'll bring cake for you" sahir try to tease her more.
"yeesss.. And you got it now" without getting teased, she replied him and forwarded to exit room.
"oh hoo my crazy bunny.." forward to room's door. "now.. Plz if you like to celebrate.. People are waiting.. My princess..." he bow his head like roman prince.
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She usually don't like to celebrate birthdays, but sahir like to celebrate her birthday.
Sahir, he, himself don't like to celebrate his birthday, but he celebrates his innocent crazy's birthday grandly.
" this way my princess.." he slighted his right hand towards door.
She chuckle at his over acting and both exit the room.
Coming out of room, Sahir picked up cake from side-table, and light the candle "blow up with some wish"
"No.. I won't.." She really didn’t like to do such things. She was not to religious personality but follows some rules to great extend.
"okay.. Then.. I'll wish instant of you.. You just blow" saying this he closed his eyes and she blowed candle before he could wish something, and he opened his.
"I wished" sahir smirked.
"what did you wished.." unknown feeling was emerging in her. She didn't looked sahir instant eyes were focused on cake.
"I'm not going to say" ab aaya na ount pahad k niche.
"bolo bhi" curious to know what he wished for her.
"No... Next year... On your upcoming birthday... And when you turns more old" sahir shook off his shoulder in No.
"yaar sahir... Tell me.. Plz" she said in pleading tone.
"No... That's a secret.. It will be fulfilled next year" he said like no more questions now and smirked "this way my princess"
She glared at him.
"ufff yeh katil nigha'ein'' he try to add fuel.
But nothing worked, she ignored him.
Everyone were waiting in lounge for the dual. One of them said " koi dekho yaar.. Kahan hai.. Yeh shehzadi shehzada... Hamesha drama banne rakhte hai"
"aaram se chanda.. Kis baat ki jaldi hai.. Bore Hore... Toh mein hon na.." another one replied with full grin on his face.
"stop it feebo.. Tang na karo.. Go and sit there" she said with irritation and indicating opposite couch.
"kya hova... Tum theek toh ho.. Na.." feebo suddenly got worried about her.
She used to argue and fight with him but never she said to go away from her.
"Nai... Theek nai hon.. Aur tumhari wajah se" she said with all irritation and her eyes numb suddenly.
"kio ab kya kara mein" he himself was worried for her. No matter what.. she always take off her frustration on feebo. What happened to her, why is she irritated.. Did someone said something to her.
Maliha urf chanda glared at him with fix emotions "what should I say that I............"
Meanwhile dual coming near longe and everyone got alert and alerting to others to get ready.
Maliha shook her head and got indulge in preparation.
Feebo forcely diverted his mind mind, sigh at chanda with hurt why is she ignoring me, why is she not fighting, why is she not talking with me.
"let's talk about him after party..." sahir said indicating shawaiz.
"okay.. Maliha have told you right.." both turned some serious and entered lounge and found dark but in blink of eye, lights turned on with lots of voices "SURPRISE"
She covered her ears as Sahir watched her with adoration and both of them smile wholeheartedly, just in moment.
Feebo said "come on... Come on cut the cake... Fast.. Hurry up"
"why feebo bhai.. Zara tohda sabar toh karle" choto said.
"baat agar khane ki hoto sawal nahi karte... Choto" feebo said by clicking his left eye.
Maliha sight of thankfulness Allah bless him full of happiness.
Feebo was a man, who used to laugh others, no matter how sad or terrible he is.
Nearly 10-15 youngsters standing around table, where cakes and snacks neatly placed.
In middle, innocent crazy and sahir Saleem standing, Maliha naxt to crazy and Feebo next to Sahir Saleem, others followed too around table.
The mix of chores of squad highlighting singing spirit "haappyy birthday to you.. Happy birthday to you.. "
Sahir raised his voice "happy birthday to you CRAZY" and others followed too "Crazy" with huge grins on their faces.
"STOOPPP... NEXT TIME... DARE ME TO CALL CRAZY.. I AM KÜBRA.. THE KÜBRA OKAY" kubra Urf crazy got angered.
"okay ji.. We got it.. That You are kubra and the kubra" feebo said teasing her.
Others giggle and Kübra glared at him, with no effect feebo again "now.. Why are you glaring at... Cut the cake.. I'm so hungry... Pehle sabar nahi hora.." acted as hungry boy.
She looked at sahir, who was smiling seeing her, soon he wiped his smile and said "don't dare to tease my innocent" and coming near ear he whispered "Crazy" kubra glared back you also..
"you are my innocent crazy.. Don't you..?" sahir made cute face with lots of surement that she will say.. Yes.
Seeing him made her okay.. By slightly nodding her head.
Again started singing "happy birthday to you...."
Everyone adorned with smile. Eyes turned with happiness. Exciting and enjoying, leaving all disappointments, pitiful dismal saddness in trash for a moment.
Teasing each other with minimisatic jokes. Having snacks. Making high-five, Clicking eyes, taking snackes from their hands.
Roggish and waggish.
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