TWO
One Year Back
25th January 2012
Harshita was the girl whom every guy dream of but she had always been more interested in baking. Being just twenty and owning a bakery was no less than a dream that came true. She was six when she baked her first cake. Always surrounded by sweetness she was the sweetest girl in that little town of Kasauli. She was a successful entrepreneur and earned at least 70,000 a month from her little bakery on the mall road. People of her town loved to visit her bakery.
Many guys would just visit her bakery to have a glance of her. She was an ideal girl who was hardworking, beautiful and successful.
It was a busy day for Harshita at "Bake it up!," her bakery. She had been all the time baking and serving. Whenever a tourist would visit her bakery, she would serve and tell them about the beauty of Kasauli. It made her bakery special. She served the finest blueberry muffins. There was a magic in her hands. Whatever ingredient she touched, it turned out to be a delicious confectionery. She was that much perfect!
She see-offed the last visitor of that evening and turned the placard to "closed," when she suddenly heard her name shouted off.
"HARSHITA," it was a crisp female voice.
Harshita got out from the bakery to see whose voice it was and suddenly her lips curved exposing all the pearly white thirty-two.
"Millie!" she screamed and the two chicks hugged tightly.
"I am so happy to see you Harshu," Millie said and both of them headed inside the bakery.
Millie was the only friend Harshita had. From all her friends, Millie was the closest one. She was the one who never broke her trust. Millie was the only one for Harshita after her mother. Millie had been out from Kasauli for about two months for an university exchange program and returned back last night. They missed one another so very much.
They both sat near the fireplace in the bakery. Harshita made them a hot chocolate. Both of them had smiles pasted on their faces and various thoughts were shaking around their heads. It was supposed to be a long gossip evening together!
"So...," Millie said suppressing her smile.
"So?" Harshita replied.
"I mean, how should I tell you?"
"Speak!" Harshita puckered her eyebrows.
"I am in love," Millie said frantically.
"And how that happened?" Harshita asked in a flirtatious manner.
"Actually, um..," Millie started speaking coyly.
"I met him on a flight and we talked during the whole journey and then I realized I actually love him," Millie ended.
"And?" Harshita asked.
"What?"
"What next Millie?"
"That's it," Millie giggled.
"His name?" Harshita asked.
"I don't know," Millie rolled her eyes.
"Oh Gosh! Millliiieeee. You are still that sixteen year old girl felling in love with random people," Harshita laughed.
Both of them had a great time together. They laughed and talked about their past college days and how they used to fun around. Millie started telling about her university and how the exchange program was a big success for her. But, suddenly there was a silence. Harshita went deep in her thoughts and didn't speak anything. What was she thinking about?
"Harshu?" Millie purred.
She could see little droplets emerging from Harshita's eyes.
"I.." Harshita broke into a pool of tears. She couldn't speak a word beyond that. Beneath all that happiness she found in baking there was something intense. Millie was aware of it. She didn't ask but confronted her. She hugged her and tried soothing her hair. Millie was the greatest support Harshita had. Both were connected somewhere in their hearts. But what made Harshita cry? Did it had something related to her past life? Harshita had a lot to reveal.
.... To be continued
One Year Back
25th January 2012
Harshita was the girl whom every guy dream of but she had always been more interested in baking. Being just twenty and owning a bakery was no less than a dream that came true. She was six when she baked her first cake. Always surrounded by sweetness she was the sweetest girl in that little town of Kasauli. She was a successful entrepreneur and earned at least 70,000 a month from her little bakery on the mall road. People of her town loved to visit her bakery.
Many guys would just visit her bakery to have a glance of her. She was an ideal girl who was hardworking, beautiful and successful.
It was a busy day for Harshita at "Bake it up!," her bakery. She had been all the time baking and serving. Whenever a tourist would visit her bakery, she would serve and tell them about the beauty of Kasauli. It made her bakery special. She served the finest blueberry muffins. There was a magic in her hands. Whatever ingredient she touched, it turned out to be a delicious confectionery. She was that much perfect!
She see-offed the last visitor of that evening and turned the placard to "closed," when she suddenly heard her name shouted off.
"HARSHITA," it was a crisp female voice.
Harshita got out from the bakery to see whose voice it was and suddenly her lips curved exposing all the pearly white thirty-two.
"Millie!" she screamed and the two chicks hugged tightly.
"I am so happy to see you Harshu," Millie said and both of them headed inside the bakery.
Millie was the only friend Harshita had. From all her friends, Millie was the closest one. She was the one who never broke her trust. Millie was the only one for Harshita after her mother. Millie had been out from Kasauli for about two months for an university exchange program and returned back last night. They missed one another so very much.
They both sat near the fireplace in the bakery. Harshita made them a hot chocolate. Both of them had smiles pasted on their faces and various thoughts were shaking around their heads. It was supposed to be a long gossip evening together!
"So...," Millie said suppressing her smile.
"So?" Harshita replied.
"I mean, how should I tell you?"
"Speak!" Harshita puckered her eyebrows.
"I am in love," Millie said frantically.
"And how that happened?" Harshita asked in a flirtatious manner.
"Actually, um..," Millie started speaking coyly.
"I met him on a flight and we talked during the whole journey and then I realized I actually love him," Millie ended.
"And?" Harshita asked.
"What?"
"What next Millie?"
"That's it," Millie giggled.
"His name?" Harshita asked.
"I don't know," Millie rolled her eyes.
"Oh Gosh! Millliiieeee. You are still that sixteen year old girl felling in love with random people," Harshita laughed.
Both of them had a great time together. They laughed and talked about their past college days and how they used to fun around. Millie started telling about her university and how the exchange program was a big success for her. But, suddenly there was a silence. Harshita went deep in her thoughts and didn't speak anything. What was she thinking about?
"Harshu?" Millie purred.
She could see little droplets emerging from Harshita's eyes.
"I.." Harshita broke into a pool of tears. She couldn't speak a word beyond that. Beneath all that happiness she found in baking there was something intense. Millie was aware of it. She didn't ask but confronted her. She hugged her and tried soothing her hair. Millie was the greatest support Harshita had. Both were connected somewhere in their hearts. But what made Harshita cry? Did it had something related to her past life? Harshita had a lot to reveal.
.... To be continued
