VILLAGE OFFICER'S RESIDENCE
'utensils falling'
'What happened yar...???', asked a polite man with his manly-but-lovely voice
'I dont know how come I fall in love with you', said a middle aged pretty lady who still could win the term 'Miss' once again despite of her age
'I too doubt how', said the polite man
'Yes, I was mad and I regret', shouted the lady
'You should be', the polite man said giggling
'Another utensil fall down'
'Papa, I want a cycle!!!', a Cute Boy demanded hesitatingly with a fear of being scolded
Polite Man was a very cool gentle man desiring the least from his half life ahead. A clear irony is reflected in him, to someone who knows his past. Just 10 years before, he was one of those passionate dreamer of life who topped the boards and universities. Expectations of thousands entitled every drop of his blood to aim much more higher position which made him reject the offer from CitiBank and joined IAS coaching institute, debt-ing everything. He criticized those expectation hoppers.
He was anxious about his children. He never wanted his children to be in a situation which he was. He had limits of making all of his wish possible.
He is now an ordinary Village Officer of a very low class village and earning a sum of Rs.30,000 and has to feed his pretty wife and two children.
He preferred not to reply.
'Papa, are you hearing???', Cute Boy repeated
Polite Man tried to act being busy in the work he is doing.
Cute Boy accepted his defeat. He left for the second option: 'his mother'
She laughed and said, 'he is never gonna get you any cycle unless its a dream'
Her face bold and eyebrows raised and was looking at him. And his eyes already on her, he smiled. She gave sarcastic look on him and turned over her head towards the kitchen works which she hated and wanted a servant to replace, which actually was the reason of the fight for the day.
Cute Boy was desperately needing it and demanding it for months but he dejected it and lost his hope on any improvement on the cycle issue.
They had their dinner together and everyone were in complete silence. The only sound that echoed in the room was that of the tv featuring the movie ' SARFAROSH ' starring Amir Khan as IAS officer, which made him think about his past. He didnt complete his dinner that has been served and went to sleep. His pretty wife noticed it, and soon went to the dark bedroom and checked him.
His manly voice never reflected in his life, he was very sensitive person from heart but always tried to show the laughter outside.
He was crying.
He noticed his pretty wife coming. He started to wipe those small drops of innocence that came out of his eyes. She gently moved her hands over his hands and came forward to kiss him on his cheek which still contained those tears. She kissed him lovingly and moved her hands over his forehead. Both were exchanging infinite messages through there eyes that could only be heard by the rain which just started to fall to cool the eruption of emotions.
'I love you', she said
He smiled. She smiled back in return and kept her ears over his heart which she usually does. He started moving his hands over her straightened hair passionately.
'We need to get him a cycle', he said
She got up, removed her ear rings and gave it to him.
'You remember what I said when I took your hand', he said
He helped her tighten it back on to her beautiful ears.
She smiled and hugged him.
The Cute Boy overheard the conversation and was cursing his demands. He understood his limits and love that his parents have and gave to him. He remained hidden in the corner and all of a sudden a cute gal came up jumping over to the bed and the cute boy followed his sister.
The next day, he took the savings that he made by walking to the office rather taking the bus and bought a new gear cycle which he thought his child may never even have dreamt in his dearest of dear dreams.
A brand new reddish-black gear cycle was all set to meet the surprise of a cute boys' year-old desire. Both Polite Man and Pretty Lady were waiting for the happiness due on their child's face.
- to be continued
