It Wasn't Love at First Shalini and I by Prashant Sharma

Author:Prashant Sharma [Sharma, Prashant]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Amazon: B008JPRBB4
Publisher: Srishti Publishers
Published: 2012-04-07T14:00:00+00:00

PRESENT DAY 2011

As the engagement was more of a family affair with no alcohol, atleast no alcohol officially, I had to take my friends out for a drink to celebrate the end of my freedom. It was an only guys night out and Kriti jokingly asked me to stay away from Hari and left to be with her parents. There were 8 of us guys and we went to a new bar which had just opened in Gurgaon. It supposedly had great live music and a great blend of cocktails. We settled into the bar and ordered a round of drinks. All lights then went out and all the focus shifted to the stage. Apparently some locally famous singer from US was playing. She had recently started making a mark on the American stage. The lights went out, and then all of them shone at one bright spot on the stage.

She was in a black dress. She was fair, had a dimpled chin which gave a something special to her smile, long eyelashes, curly at the end, like a princess would want them, kajal around her eyes, kajal to keep away the bad omen from her beautiful face, a small parrot nose, which twitched when she frowned, and black flowing hair, which I would later know, she thought were brown.

It was Shalini. “Hello India. I have travelled the world, sung in front of people of all countries and continents, but never have I come here and sung in front of my own people. So this is my first time here, and I hope it is as memorable for you guys as it is for me.”

She raised a glass, “This is for my people. Cheers.” She downed whatever was in the glass in one neat go and started a fusion song. The music was beautiful, her voice was beautiful, she was beautiful.

The singing continued for two hours. It was not supposed to be a performance, it was supposed to be a live singer at a bar where the music is in the background and everyone is busy with their own conversations and clap at the end. I was supposed to be drinking all the alcohol possible as it was my party with the guys after my engagement. But we all were completely queued into the songs which she was singing. After around two hours, she stopped. I was not even sure if she had seen me. I did not know what to do. Should I go upto her and talk to her? Should I ignore her and forget that I ever saw her again?

These questions were in my head when she took the mic again and said “Before, I leave for a little break. I will leave you with some lines from a pretty old hindi movie which somehow have meant a lot to me.”

“Tum aaye to aaya mujhe yaad, gali me aaj chand nikla. Jaane kitne dino ke baad, gali me aaj chand nikla.”

“Thank you everyone.” There was a huge round of applause.

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