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It was dark light blue night. The Aroma of the smell was driving this boy to insane. He looked amused by the bees. Amused by the nature. The silent. He love the most. The howling wind was creating a shivering atmosphere. He smiled. His first smile to this beautiful world. His first smile to the love. He was mesmerized by the innocent beauty. It was touching. Life could never be this simple or was it? He wanted to fly between those small clouds above the horizon. Travel faster then the wind. Travel beyond Anyones leigs.... He wanted to be a painter... Or a photographer... Easy & save time he presumed. To capture the beauty of this nature. He shared a strong bond. Strong bond with this smell of honey... Smell of this beauty. Something strong connected him... He smiles....
Elina- maan! Maan! Maan... It's time to go to school. You don't want to be late on your first day... Do you?
The small boy turns round instantly. He smiles. It's his beautiful mother. His first day at school... Or more like home school. He smiles... He runs across the hay field. The smooth gentle wind was blowing... Making pattens across his filed. He ran towards his house.
He busts in.
Maan- I am here mother. I am here he smiles. He is a typical 8 years old boy. His hair was all messed up. His knee covered with mud... Along with his pants and White shirt. And his black show... More like brown.
Elina- oh dear. Look at this boy. How many time I have told you... Not to play in the field like this.
Maan- but it's lovely mother. The smell! The melody! It's beautiful.
Elina smiles- what will I do with this boy.
Maan- love me mother. I am a perfect boy to be loved.
Elina laughs- now come here. Let's clean you up before your father comes here as a teacher.
Maan- yes mother.
Both heads towards there bathroom. It was located at the top floor of there two bedroom bungalow. Or farm house. Mr & Mrs khurana are farmers. There family have been farming for decades. In every direction they look at... It's just there lands. Endless land. Maan is the only son. There little sweetheart. After long time of straggle with IVF... Mr & mrs khurana was blessed with maan. & truly he is a angel. A angel that was gifted by god.
Maan sat in the Bathtub. Playing with his bob the builder toy.
Elina- yes darling?
Maan- when will pappa teach me driving?
Elina- when you are old enough darling.
Maan- when I am 16?
Elina- yes darling.
As they finished there bath elina sweetly prepared his son to perfection. For his first day.
Suddenly there bungalows door opens. A young handsome man Walks in. Mr Armaan khurana.
Armaan- so where is my little devil?
Maan runs & jumps on his arm.
Maan- pappa. He gives his cheek a kiss.
Armaan- so! Tell me! How was my little sons day?
Maan- very good pappa.
Armaan- ready for your class?
Maan- never better pappa. He smiles...... & off they went.
Years have passed. Maan is 16 today. He barely had friends. Purely because he never attended school. He loved to be lost in the nature... He never blended in with English either. They were the only Indian family in this land.... This small town of UK. He preferred to be distant. He preferred to have his own space'.
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