6 MONTHS AGO
I worked in Uncle Sunny's coffee shop at Manipur. He was dad's friend. He knew that i needed to earn very much for the house and care for daddy after mummy died 5 years ago.
"Daddy stop that now. You will get insomnia if u go on like this" I shouted at him like a mother.
"Oh sweetheart. Its ok. I have had only 10 cups. Few more to go. I need to win the race. I need to show uncle sunny how much i loved his coffee" It had become a daily schedule, where i worked whole day and daddy and uncle sunny had competitions of who will drink more coffee till i finish my work.
"Ok now stop. I m done. Uncle Sunny, if u have any more work then pls let me know before i leave for Mumbai early morning" It was my last day at work in his shop.
"Ok Bhushan now stop. I m sad. My daughter is leaving." He never called daddy by his name and therefore we all forgot if daddy was ever given a name. He was known as Mr. Bhushan.
"Yes, because shes your mother. Why r u getting jealous?"
Daddy was not jealous but rather angry or unhappy because he was not ok with the idea me leaving Manipur.
"Ok Gunjan, come here sweety. I want your autograph on this paper"
"Yes! I want to take the privilege of having Manipur's best singers autograph very first."
"Oh Uncle Sunny. My dreams are yet to come true. And i m only a song writer. U know that." I told him while signing a piece of paper for him.
"Mark my words dear. U r a singer and that too a best one." He stuck the paper on the shops wall so that it remains in front of his eyes forever. Daddy, Uncle Sunny and my friend Simi; always thought i was good at singing. But honestly speaking i thought they always lied. Because i used to write songs and i just wanted someone to sing it for me.
Early morning, as i said daddy was a little uncomfortable of sending me to Mumbai.
"Come on Daddy. Cheer Up! U always knew i was planning for this day. Its my dream. I always wanted to achieve my dreams like mummy did."
"Yeah, i know sweetheart. Its just i have never send you alone."
"Oh daddy. I m not alone. Simi is coming to leave me at Mumbai and then meanwhile i will get use to it. Come on pls i need your Good luck."
"Good luck sweety. But how will i stay without you?"
"Dont worry Mr.Bhushan. I m here for you. I m your daughter too. Gunjan u dont worry about ur dad." Simi was my childhood friend. We studied in same classes always. She belonged to a Catholic family.
"Oh thanks dear".
Finally we both hugged and waved daddy good bye.
Mumbai, as i heard, was a place to make your dreams come true. But sometimes one is required to pay heavy prices for the same. I m not sure if that happened to me, but my dreams were somewhere lost. It is not that i made it happen but i was under a wrong illusion until and unless he made me realize about it.
6 MONTHS AGO
to be continued....
Edited by talkativetaurus - 01 November 2009 at 4:14am