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Chai's Teahouse (Creative Writings House) (Page 71)

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Posted: 17 January 2011 at 1:47pm | IP Logged
it was awesmeeee...luvd premeer first meeting....pumpkin scene was great..it reminded me of k3g of rohan and pooja......thanks for pm...waitingg eagarly for premeers meeting once again

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Posted: 17 January 2011 at 1:58pm | IP Logged
Originally posted by pwincess1

please update soon
i cant wait
im confused as to why Teji calls Heer 'leher' and thats what shes known as.
i was quite confused as to what prem did in the bathroomEmbarrassed
can you plz explain to me in simple words...if you dont mind
and i felt sorry for Heer when prem and the boys called her Pumpkin. It reminded me of KKKG when in the flashback junior character of Rahul's little brother was bullying Pooja  and she started crying.
All in all i cant wait for this SS
im really looking forward to it
 
PS. Dont worry i havent forgotten about the update of the Harshitti interview
actually my friends wanted to help but due to examsOuch so they'll do it after that
i hope its ok


Sorry about that...hehe...I mention in the character sketch that Heer had to enter into police protection and with that they usually change names so people can't find them.  Everything will be explained in the later chapters.  Just know that Heer and Leher are the same person.

As for what Prem was doing in the bathroom.  Um, modern American toilets usually have a water tank hooked to the back of it.  You can lift the lid of the tank and see the water pump thing that controls the water level of the actually toilet bowl.  Anyways Prem's contact put a map of the house and a small handgun in a plastic ziplock bag and hid it in the water tank of the toilet.  When Prem heard that someone else was in the bathroom he decided to pretend to act drunk so the person wouldn't become suspicious as to what he was doing in the bathroom moving things around.  Prem dumped the rest of his drink in the toilet making it sound like he was throwing up and then came out of the stall acting all drunk and sick to drive the man away. 

Hope that helps Smile

Thanks for the translating the interview...I totally understand...school work is more important.

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Posted: 17 January 2011 at 2:03pm | IP Logged
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Luved the update....Prem and Heer/Leher know each other since they were children but they didn't really get along well... Confused...Heer a pumpkin...lol.... Loved the flash backs...Hoping to see more Premeer interaction soon...update soon n thnx for the PM.
 
P.S. I have one question.
 
Why does Teji call Heer Leher? Is it some kinda nickname or some thing?? It's really confusing me as i keep thinking Heer and Leher are two different characters.


I knew this would confuse some people...sorry Embarrassed

I mention in the character sketch that Heer had to go into police protection for a period of time and with that they usually change the names to help hid them.  Just know that Heer and Leher are the same person.


Edited by iheartChai - 17 January 2011 at 2:03pm
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Posted: 17 January 2011 at 11:43pm | IP Logged
Nice start with a lot of conphusion ConfusedLOL, it will be cleared i think in coming chapters...
Thanks for the PM...

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Posted: 18 January 2011 at 8:30am | IP Logged
Originally posted by iheartChai

Originally posted by pwincess1

please update soon
i cant wait
im confused as to why Teji calls Heer 'leher' and thats what shes known as.
i was quite confused as to what prem did in the bathroomEmbarrassed
can you plz explain to me in simple words...if you dont mind
and i felt sorry for Heer when prem and the boys called her Pumpkin. It reminded me of KKKG when in the flashback junior character of Rahul's little brother was bullying Pooja  and she started crying.
All in all i cant wait for this SS
im really looking forward to it
 
PS. Dont worry i havent forgotten about the update of the Harshitti interview
actually my friends wanted to help but due to examsOuch so they'll do it after that
i hope its ok


Sorry about that...hehe...I mention in the character sketch that Heer had to enter into police protection and with that they usually change names so people can't find them.  Everything will be explained in the later chapters.  Just know that Heer and Leher are the same person.

As for what Prem was doing in the bathroom.  Um, modern American toilets usually have a water tank hooked to the back of it.  You can lift the lid of the tank and see the water pump thing that controls the water level of the actually toilet bowl.  Anyways Prem's contact put a map of the house and a small handgun in a plastic ziplock bag and hid it in the water tank of the toilet.  When Prem heard that someone else was in the bathroom he decided to pretend to act drunk so the person wouldn't become suspicious as to what he was doing in the bathroom moving things around.  Prem dumped the rest of his drink in the toilet making it sound like he was throwing up and then came out of the stall acting all drunk and sick to drive the man away. 

Hope that helps Smile

Thanks for the translating the interview...I totally understand...school work is more important.
oh thanxEmbarrassed
yh
i get what you mean
the toilets are like that here in the UK too
thanks for clearing the confusionSmile
though i think it will get more cleared by afew more quick updatesWinkEmbarrassed
 i hope you get the hint
but seriously i cant wait any longer
i can imagine them fighting as spies and then something happens and he says Pumpkin and they find out their childhood friends and emotional scenes..


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Posted: 18 January 2011 at 10:43am | IP Logged
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Luved the update....Prem and Heer/Leher know each other since they were children but they didn't really get along well... Confused...Heer a pumpkin...lol.... Loved the flash backs...Hoping to see more Premeer interaction soon...update soon n thnx for the PM.
 
P.S. I have one question.
 
Why does Teji call Heer Leher? Is it some kinda nickname or some thing?? It's really confusing me as i keep thinking Heer and Leher are two different characters.


I knew this would confuse some people...sorry Embarrassed

I mention in the character sketch that Heer had to go into police protection for a period of time and with that they usually change the names to help hid them.  Just know that Heer and Leher are the same person.
 
Thnx for cleaing the confusion...i have understood wht u meant by the names...my brother is in the police cadet too...lol...n'ways thnx once again...Smile

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Posted: 18 January 2011 at 4:10pm | IP Logged
awesome!!!
luv the flash backs:)
heer a pumpkin : (
anyways update soon!!!

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Posted: 18 January 2011 at 10:26pm | IP Logged
Hi everyone!

Thanks for those who Commented and/or Hit the Like Button.

I guess everyone is busy with school, work, or something Geek (hehe...low TRPs)

I decided to go ahead and push this next chapter out so we have all the back up or at least the majority of what happened in Prem's life so you guys get a sense of how import Heer aka Leher aka Prem's Pumpkin affected his life.  So then we can get to the point of what I'm sure you are all waiting for their first interaction as grown ups Tongue

Sorry about the confusion with Heer and Leher.  I mentioned in the character sketch that Heer had to go into protective custody for a period of time with her mother.  Usually when you go into protective custody you change your name so you can hide.  Just know that Heer and Leher are one and the same.  Just that Prem doesn't know that...but all will be explained...that was suppose to be one of the suspense mystery parts. 


I'm going to warn you it is a long chapter (3 parts Shocked...apparently I went really over Embarrassed...I promise the other chapters will never be this long unless of course if it is a Premeer romance LOL).  I didn't want to have to make you guys wait for when Prem and Heer meet Big smile aren't I nice? I could have prolonged it Evil Smile  Oh, another word of warning...it's a bit sad Cry...poor Prem is all I'm going to say.  Hopefully with this chapter you will get a good idea of Prem's character.



Mission 2:  The End is Only the Beginning

 

Prem quickly turned to his left and opened the adjoining door that led to the master bedroom.  He walked to the window to survey where he was.  He realized he wasn't too far from his next checkpoint.  He could climb down the tree by the window and walk diagonally across the backyard towards the woods.  He was initially suppose to exit out the backdoor of the kitchen which would have given him direct access to the woods, but now that he was in this predicament he had to adjust to the situation accordingly.  Prem opened the window and grimaced at the coldness of the night.  He cupped his hands together and gently blew into them to keep them warm and then took a deep breath as he plunged his body fully into the icy autumn night of the Romanian countryside.  Prem carefully maneuvered himself out of the window as he slid his body out onto the tree branch.  He managed to close the window and then made his way down the tree as quickly as he could.  He glanced around him making sure he had not been seen and then walked across the backyard towards the woods with his hands stuffed inside his pockets.

 

"You!  Hold it!" a voice shouted behind him.

 

Prem gritted his teeth wondering why his luck was so bad tonight.  He slowly turned around and smiled.  "Just going for a walk."  He could see the way the guard was pointing his gun at him that he was a newly trained recruit.  There was an unmistakable fear in his eyes as his gun wavered slightly.  "I'm a guest here tonight," Prem said as he slowly lifted his arms up into the air displaying his innocence.

 

"Where are your credentials?" the young guard nervously asked in his Romanian accent.

 

Prem motioned with his eyes downward as if asking for permission to pull the information out of his inner suit pocket.  The guard nodded and held his position.  Prem sighed and pulled the card out showing it to him.  The guard slowly stepped forward and cautiously took the card from him to inspect.  He lowered the gun and apologized, "Sorry sir.  But party is back this way," motioning with his head.

 

"I know.  I just came out for some fresh air.  I'll be back.  You go and continue um, guarding," Prem smiled.

 

The young guard shook his head, "No sir.  Strict orders...you must go back inside."

 

Prem sighed, "I was afraid you would say that."  Without any warning he quickly grabbed the guard and cupped his hand over his mouth as he put him into a choke hold.  "I'm sorry young friend but you're going to wake up with a nasty headache when you come to thirty minutes from now."  The guard suddenly slumped in his arms and Prem gently placed him on the ground.  He then ran into the words but not before one of the other guards came out of the kitchen and began shouting.  Prem silently cursed as he ran as fast as he could through the snow.  He saw the wooden shed not far from him and quickly entered.  He stripped off his tuxedo jacket and shirt and hurriedly put on a black sweater and a thick black jacket.  He stuffed his thrown party clothes into the black duffel bag that had been stashed there for him, unfortunately he didn't have time to change into his boots as he heard the sound of distant voices and the barking of dogs coming closer to where he was.  "Of course they would have dogs!" Prem muttered with irritation.  He knew he didn't have much time left and ran out of the shed back into the dark night.  He saw a long wooden sled prop up against a tree and smirked.  He ran a few feet forward carrying the sled with him and counted down in his head as he heard the voices of the guards and dogs coming nearer.  Their flashlights danced crazily in the dark searching for him and when they landed on his back Prem sat down on the sled and pushed off.  There was a sudden loud explosion coming behind him as the wooden shed he had been in minutes ago blew up into tiny pieces taking with it a few guards and their dogs.  Prem tossed the bomb detonator remote into the woods as he zig-zagged his way down the slope.  He eventually ran into a ditch and tumbled off the sled.  He got up and walked his way to the side of the road where a large truck was parked; the driver pretending to change a flat tire.  Prem gently motioned with his hand and climbed into the covered bed of the truck.  The driver stopped what he was doing and got into the front seat.  It wasn't long before the truck rumbled to a start and was soon making its way back into town.



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Jaywant Malhotra sighed as he took a sip of coffee and gently stared at the telegram in his hands.  He never liked receiving this sort of news and what made it even worse it was in a form of a telegram.  His jet black hair was slicked back and his face was clean shaven.  He had a striking sharp nose and chisel chin that gave him a commanding aurora which was enhanced even more by his tall build.   His eyes shifted from the telegram to the thick file sitting on his desk and then back at the telegram.  He gently pondered what to do in the dilemma that he was now being presented with.  Jaywant glanced up and quickly folded the telegram close as one of his agents entered the room.

 

"You wanted to see me, sir?" 

 

"Rajput don't you have any manners?" Jaywant asked.

 

The youthful agent gave a sheepish grin, "Oh, sorry sir'it's just they told me you were waiting for me."  He stood with the door open and gently knocked his knuckle against the wood.  "Knock-knock."  Jaywant looked at him unamused by his tactic.  "Would you prefer I close the door and come back in sir?"

 

"Preet, just come into the bloody office!" Jaywant barked.

 

"Oh, yes sir," Preet quickly replied and closed the door.  He sat down in one of the chairs in front of Jaywant's desk and straightened his black tie.  His brown eyes gently roamed over the desk placard silently reading in his head:

 

SENIOR SUPERVISOR, DOMESTIC PROTECTION DIVISION

JAYWANT MALHOTRA

 

He always pondered how they got such a long title on a little desk placard and still made it readable.

 

"So, do you have the reports ready?" Jaywant asked.

 

Preet raised his eyes to meet Jaywant as he was brought out of his reverie.  "Yes sir.  I have them all ready and set for the conference this afternoon.  I was able to fix the table so it printed correctly.  I'll have them at your desk before lunch."

 

"Good," Jaywant grunted.  "That will be all."  Preet quickly got up from his seat and just when he was about to reach for the door Jaywant asked, "What do you think about your friend's decision?"

 

Preet flexed his eyebrows processing his question, "My friend's decision?"

 

"You're his handler I assumed he might have mentioned something to you.  Has he voiced any complaints...been unhappy recently?"

 

"No sir, not that I'm aware of," Preet simply stated.  Jaywant nodded his head and Preet slipped out of the office.  He made his way out of the main Domestic Protection Division office area and headed towards the restrooms.  He walked pass the Men's and took a sharp right into the stairwell where he walked up a couple flight of stairs before exiting out into a hallway and entered another stairwell to his right where he went up three flights of stairs before exiting out on the roof top.  He ran his hands through his fine black hair as he dialed a number on a throwaway cell.  "Is there something you want to tell me?"

 

"What mistake have I done now Sugarplum?" the husky voice jokingly replied.

 

"Iron Face was asking me if you were unhappy...if you voiced any complaints," Preet explained.

 

Prem gently smiled as he stared out across the river bank and breathed in the cool fresh air.  "I've put in a request to transfer out of active duty."

 

"You what?!"  Prem grimaced and pulled the disposal cell phone away from his ear as his friend began shouting.

 

"Calm down," Prem soothed.

 

"Why the hell didn't you tell me?" Preet asked.

 

"I've been thinking about it a lot recently...especially after the Romanian job.  I think it's time for me to come home," Prem said.

 

"Are you sure about this?  You use to love the field.  I know it's been tough recently but you really think you can give all of that up?"

 

"Life is an adventure of its own...who needs all this spy nonsense?" Prem could hear an unenthusiastic hmmm on the other end and knew his friend wasn't convinced.  "I just need a break.  Who knows I may come back or if I find a hot chick to settle down with'that could be the end for me...hehe..."

 

"Marriage?  Since when did you start thinking like that?  Were you throwing back Tuica shots left and right...still a bit drunk?"

 

"I'm perfectly sober.  And by the way when are you going to ask that great girl of your's to marry you?"

 

"Leave Meher out of this," Preet snorted back.  "These things take time."

 

"You know how woman are after two years they start expecting something flashy or it's out the door with you," Prem said.

 

"Since when did you become the relationship expert?  Have you been reading women's magazines on the train to wherever it is you are in Europe now?  You haven't had a date for a year and half now."

 

"No, I haven't been reading some women's magazine," Prem said his mouth drawn tightly.  He was displeased by the way his friend had brought up his social life or lack thereof.  

 

"Well, okay then.  You do realize we have to go out for drinks when you come back," Preet requested.

 

"Sure, definitely."

 

"Talk to you later, man.  Bye."

 

"Hey Preet?  You think you could take some flowers.  Today's her birthday...she would have been 49," Prem said.

 

"Yeah, no problem.  I'll do that after work."  Preet could hear the sadness in the sudden silence that was developing between them on the phone.  "Listen, you take care.  I'll take you out for pizza when you get back.  Sure it's not the ethnic stuff...since you've had plenty of that...but there is still something to be said about the American cousin."

 

Prem chuckled, "Yeah, sure...looking forward to that.  Bye."   


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Prem drank his cup of coffee as he sat comfortably inside the river side cafe.  His mind was in one of those states wandering into old memories unable to shake the past from his thoughts.  The last couple of nights had been restless; laying awake in bed staring up at the ceiling feeling a strange emptiness.  He gently smirked knowing he was being very stupid for drinking coffee especially since he was having such a hard time sleeping at night.  He got up from his table and decided to take another a leisure stroll down the river bank.  He hoped the cold air would help shock him out of his current mood.

 

It was a beautiful clear autumn afternoon in Vienna, Austria.  The blueness of the sky was simply striking; not a single cloud was in sight.  Prem let his lungs fill to its brink and then slowly exhaled trying to center himself and bring peace to his mind.  As he walked along the riverside he heard the distant cackling of childish voices coming nearer.  He saw a bright orange ball rolling to a stop in front of a park bench a few feet in front of him.  A curly haired boy hurried picked it up and began running.  A few seconds later a blonde hair boy showed up and started arguing with the curly haired boy.  Eventually the ball was forcefully taken away as the curly haired boy sat on the ground nursing his bruised elbow.  The blonde haired boy said some choice words and threatened to hit him but before any action could be taken he stopped as he heard the voice of his mother calling him.  He smirked and kicked some of the dirt on the ground towards the other boy before leaving.  The curly haired boy slowly got up and dusted himself off.  He scanned the area around him focusing his sights on the happy families playing together and laughing.  He looked down, his shoulders slumped as he made his way to the park bench.  He tucked his knees in front of him and bent his head down.  Prem knew without even having to guess that the little boy was softly crying.  There was something familiar about the scene that had played out before him; something that he connected with and understood right away.  The feeling of abandonment and loneliness when one didn't have anyone caring for them.

 

Not too far down the riverside walkway Prem spotted a vender selling sausages.  It was the country's favorite snack.  The sausage venders littered every street corner in Vienna.  Prem walked his way to the sausage vendor and requested two orders of kasekrainers, a cheese filled sausage, one with ketchup and the other with spicy mustard.  After paying for the items he walked his way to the bench and offered the hot baguette bun stuffed with ketchup and kasekrainer to the little curly haired boy.  Feeling the presence of someone in front of him the boy looked up and stared at the food item being offered and then at Prem.  He rubbed his eyes and sniffled before taking the hot dog.  A satisfied smile spread across Prem's face as he saw the boy hungrily attacked the snack.  He joined him on the bench and started to eat


Naina laggeyan baarishan

Tu sukke sukke sapne vi pijj gaye

[My eyes are raining and even my arid dreams have become soaked]


Naina laggeyan baarishan

Rove palkan de kone vich neend meri

[My eyes are raining while my sleep cries in the corners of my eyelids]


They sat in silence simply enjoying their sausages together and letting the sunny but cool weather wash over them.  Prem gently chewed and looked out across the waterway mesmerized by the scenery in front of him.  His mind began to drift backwards and the image of his mother's face emerged before his eyes; her gently smile, chubby cheeks, and warm brown eyes.  She stood next to his father who was beaming a huge grin on his bearded face.  They were dressed to go out to a function; his mother in a cream colored sari embroidered with a red floral design while his father wore a black stripped suit.  They smiled at him and waved goodbye as they got into their black Toyota Camry.  Little did he know at that time, it would be the last time he would ever see his biological parents again.  He was told they had died instantly in a horrific car accident on their way to the party.  The Toyota Camry had spun out of control when a speeding car heading in the opposite direction veered too far to the left as it made the left curve bend.  The Camry slammed into a tree while the other car slid into a light pole.  It was later found that the driver of the other car had been drunk.  There were no survivors.

 

Naina laggeyan baarishan

Hanju digde ne chot lage dil te

[My eyes are raining, tears fall and my heart aches]


Naina laggeyan baarishan

Rut birha de badlan di chha gayi

[My eyes are raining as the season of dark clouds and separation approaches]


He was only seven at that time and was in complete disbelief and extremely confused.  Any child his age would have given the same reaction.  Things seemed to happen so fast after that as he was delivered to a distant relative on his father's side.  The men in black seemed so rigid and uncaring as they ordered him to stay with his Aunt Kuljeet, a woman he had never seen before in his life.  His aunt smiled politely at the men in black and gave sympathetic reassurances that he would be well taken care of, which turned out to be all lies.  Two weeks of misery followed as she argued with her husband over the finances in front of Prem letting him know how much of a burden he was to their family.  There was just no way they could afford to feed another mouth.  His cousins continued to treat him as an outcast forcing him to do their chores and constantly made fun of his attire.  He wore their hand-me-downs which where two sizes too big for his skinny form.  He never ate dinner with the family as he was always ordered to his room and had to wait until after they had finished eating.  He was usually served whatever was left over which generally wasn't much.


Kaali kaali khaali raaton se hone lagi...hai dosti

[I have started to become friends with dark and empty nights]

Khoya khoya in raahon mein ab mera kuch bhi nahi...

[Lost in these paths, nothing belongs to me anymore]


Then one day he was awaken extremely early in the morning and told to pack.  He was going on a trip.  He wondered why his cousins weren't being wakened to come on this trip with them.  He recalled his uncle's demeanor and the way his eyes shifted as if he was afraid to look at him when he asked that question.  His aunt told some story that the trip was a special one that only she and he were taking.  It wasn't until Kuljeet had unceremoniously dropped him off in front of a large brick house after an eight hour drive did he realized the reason and behavior of his uncle.  He was ashamed of what they were about to do to him. 


Har pal her lamha, main kaise sehta hoon~

[I don't how I endure each passing moment]

Har pal her lamha main khud se yeh kehta rehta hoon

[I keep telling myself over and over again]


Greg and Jennifer Foster were a middle age couple that had the misfortunate of being unable to bare children of their own.  They could have adopted and built their own family, but opted instead to become foster parents; willing to house needy children until proper families were located for them to be adopted into.  Their love for children knew no bonds, nor the generosity in their hearts.  In some ways it was a blessing that Prem had been dropped off at their doorstep.  But after the experiences Prem had with his Aunt Kuljeet he was afraid to trust anyone again.  He purposely acted out doing all sorts of mischief.  He also wanted to show how tough he was so the other foster children wouldn't dare tease or mess with him.  The Fosters understood as they had experienced such reactions from some of the children that had passed through their care before.  They knew in time Prem would adjust and that he really wasn't as bad as he tried to be. 


Tujhe bhula diya, oh

[I have forgotten you, oh]

Tujhe bhula diya, oh

[I have forgotten you, oh]

Tujhe bhula diya, oh

[I have forgotten you, oh]

Phir kyun teri yaadon ne

[Then why have your memories]

Mujhe rula diya, oh

[Made me cry, oh]

Mujhe rula diya...

[Made me cry...]


Prem shifted his head to the side when he felt a gentle tapping on his arm bringing him out of his memories.  The curly haired boy offered his napkin and pointed towards his mouth indicating he had some sauce on the side.  Prem grinned and graciously accepted the napkin and began wiping his mouth.  The curly haired boy smiled brightly and dug through his pockets offering a one Euro coin.  Prem shook his head and then realized that he forgot to purchase some drinks.  He motioned for the boy to hold his food while he went to buy them something to quench their thirst.  Prem came back from the vendor with two soda cans and opened one for the boy who immediately took a sip.  The boy accidentally tipped the can too forward and spilled some of the sticky liquid out.  Prem took a handful of napkins out of his pocket and help wipe the boy's face and jacket. 

 

As he did this his mind was triggered with another memory but this time of his adopted mother Kulraj.  It was the first week in his new home.  He really couldn't believe that he had suddenly now become part of a family with a mother, a father, and a new puppy.  He was still rather uneasy about the whole thing but Leher, who had by then become his friend, reassured him that everything was going to work out.  No one was going to leave him again.  Kulraj was fixing him lunch and he wasn't in a mood to socialize and get to know this woman who was by all legal standing his new guardian.  He couldn't fathom why she wanted him in the first place when he had spilled water all over her husband when they had come over to meet with the Fosters to discuss a possible adoption of one of the kids in the house.


Kulraj had made him a turkey sandwich and some fries to go with it.  Even though Prem loved French fries he resisted the urge to eat them and purposely picked at his food pretending he wasn't hungry.  He wondered why everything that his new mother was cooking were things he liked eating.  She never asked him what he liked and he never told her.  He had a sneaking suspicion that Leher was telling his adopted mother all his favorite foods.  There had been a number of occasions when she came over after school to play, he would walk into a room and they would suddenly stop talking in front of him.  He found it extremely odd.  His will-power to reject everything that was being served to him for lunch was weakened when he saw Kulraj pour him a small glass of soda.  His eyes immediately lit which had not gone unnoticed by his new mother.  He tried his best to pretend again as the glass was set in front of him.  He casted his eyes downward concentrating on the fine wood grain of the kitchen table.  Kulraj gave a gentle smile and turned back towards the stove to clean up.  When Prem was sure she wasn't watching him he took the glass in his hands and began to quickly down the soda.  In his eagerness he accidentally spilled half the contents on himself and his clothes.  He looked up in alarm as she suddenly saw Kulraj by his side.  Instead of being angry she was laughing heavily, a mirthful twinkle in her brown eyes as she wiped his clothes with a paper towel.  She affectionately roughed his hair and told him there was plenty stocked in the pantry.  Within that one moment something change inside of him as he gave her his first smile and began eating the food she had served him.  It wasn't long before he developed a strong bond with Kulraj Deshmukh, the woman who he would eventually call his Mom with all his heart.   But as with all good things in his life he discovered they always seem to leave him.  When Prem had received the news of his Mom's death he was in a middle of an important assignment in Morocco.  Preet had broken protocol to send him the message.  Prem wanted to leave but he couldn't and thus was unable to attend his Mom's funeral.  If she hadn't died he would be at home celebrating her 49th birthday today. 

Khuda mila joy eh fasla hai

Khuda tera hi yeh faisle hai

Khuda hona tha who ho gaya, jo tune tha likha...

[Lord, this distance (I've) got.

God, it's only your decision

God, it has happened, that you had written...]



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To Be Continued on 2nd Post...Just Below Smile





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