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#2 To the stranger
He loved playing in the rain. The raindrops formed a cluster in his little hands and off he threw it on his father's face. His father was a good man, taking care of him as a single parent had been hard but he never gave up on his duty and took his son occasionally out for playing. He was strict when it came to studies; he was flexible when it was time for fun. It was a perfect family. His father and him. His father then picked him up in his arms and tickled the small of his back and ruffled his hair. He could feel the sensation and begged in his boyish voice to stop in between the muffles of laughter being caught in his throat. It was almost real that he felt his head being gently patted by his father. He heard his name being called in the back of his mind and Ram Kapoor awoke with a shook. There he saw, his best friend Vikram patting his head, a sign to make him wake up and then again, understanding his exhaustion. Ram had always compared this particular fellow with his father. Both took great care of him and were extremely strict when he overworked.
He hadn't realized when mental fatigue engulfed him completely and he fell asleep on the chair he attended meeting in. And then the grave reality punched him hard in the gut, it was his father's death anniversary that day. Asking his step mother a day before to attend the rituals ceremony had fetched him a rude reply on her part, declaring she could come when she has time. Sometimes, a very tiny part of his mind questioned whether this lady had ever loved his father. Shaking away those thoughts, he freshened himself up in his office's restroom and was off for the mandir. Bad luck hits at a bad time. His stupid driver had tried to cross a red light so as to prevent his employer from getting late for the pooja and bang, he hit a car. It was accident. Ram just didn't realize how fateful it was. He would get late for the pooja now. Despair and restlessness filled him as he shouted at the driver to go look and pay for the damage done. The damage caused to him if he never showed up for the pooja would be irreparable.
She was in trouble now. She was cursing god for the day today. In the morning, she had managed to get herself a BIG lecture from her mother about how she was not taking care of herself and was not attracting men towards her. She had felt like she was advised to be a men magnet like those heavy eyelashes batting women in serials. No, she was happy with what she was and happy with what she had. She was much more than what wanted to be made out of her. Her younger sister had smirked and occasionally laughed during the whole conversation and even suggested her to help her beautify. Priya had just raised an eyebrow and her smile faltered, retreated back to her room. Her mother had then again, started a new lecture of how she scared away her sister. She had just rolled her eyes and continued enjoying reading a new novel by Nicholas Sparks. Her mother's words were usually caustic and sometimes she felt throbbed but then most of the times, she had learnt to ignore them and do her own business.
And now this. This minor accident her mother was creating ruckus about in public. For just a scratch, she was ready to rob the rich man's pockets. Priya was getting late for her class and she could sense the desperation of the rich man to reach somewhere urgently as the poor man was ready to pay any cost her mother demanded. Her mother demeaned and defamed the man in front of one and all present in the vicinity and the man with a big car, literally pulling his hair out his head drove off without paying a penny back to them. She felt sorry for the man and for her; her day's wages were going to be deducted again for late comings. It has been a while that she had been to her class on time. She wondered where this man had to go so urgently. A meeting perhaps, huge money would be on stake, she mocked.
She had her own problems to worry about that day; she wondered what the day had in store for her. She went towards her class hurriedly as soon as she reached her workplace and braced herself for another hopeless day!
To be continued.
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