Posted: 21 August 2006 at 7:48am
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Ujala (umm those who have seen Krishna Cottage it is that booth helping lady) "Pranam Ujala ji," both of them reach down and touch her feet, take the aarthi and prashad Mukti starts looking around the room, "Kisko dund rahi ho?" Ujala asks her. Before Mukti could answer Prem comes and crashes on the floor, she bites her tongue and Karan hits his head. Prem somehow gets up and goes to Ujala who looks at him disapprovingly. "Pranam Ujala ji," he says but it does not make any difference to her and mechanically gives him the aarti and prashad. "Tell me why did the three of you come hear – when the three musketeers come together then there is something up.
Prem smiled at her sweetly, "Can it not be for the pleasure of seeing you?"
"It could be but it never is." She retored finally smileing, "What is it?"
"You got us good Ujala ji…it is about Sia and Raj." Ujala's face became hard, Mukti immediately continued, "They are all right. It is just that…well…Sia and Raj have not been coming to collage for the past few weeks and moved into correspondence.
"Mukti…I – I never knew my children have moved towards postal education? Are they all right?" Somehow the mamtha in Ujala had crossed her generally expressionless face. Mukti reached out and thouched her hand, "They are scared…after what happened to their father." Again Ujala's eyes clouded, her husband Tauj Patal had died in an accident or what had thought to be an accident. She just hopped that no one had come to know, who her family were their ancestors were and destroy her because of it. Karan wiped her tears and looked on, "Aap fikar math kigia Ujala ji, hum hai na un kalia."
"Teek hai…jao bahuth waqth hogaya." She takes them inside, despite her saintly life there were certain bonds she could not leave behind. Her family…was all she thought of now as she lead the kids towards the interior of the home. It was nothing like the room, this had a more homely fashion. A more traditional Keralite house with an open roof and airflow. No one would guess the rest of the house was like this from the outside. They sat down cross legged on the floor and she handed the three of them strong tea made in a traditional manner. "Ujala ji…Snaha babi aru Sharath baiya na aap sa puchna ka lia kaha. Would you be available tomorrow evening aap tho jantha hai ki Sur ka lia puja hai. Kya aap kar saktha hai?"
"Yes…un dono ko yaha Sur ko yaha laana ka lia kaho." She tells her and the three of them leave. Next they go to a hospital or what seemed like one, in one remote room lay a man motionless, breathing but motionless. Omkar Sainath Jain the father of Raj Jain and Sia Jain, husband of Ujala Nanandara Jain. Mukti's eyes teared up, the thought was enough to bring the blood to her eyes. Hear lay a man who was once a great friend of ther father Jevan Guptha, he could have been the one dead and Jevan papa (she still thought of him so) laying hear but fate wished it otherwise. Jevan papa and mama had left her, she had chau, chai, bada cahu still she missed her parents. The episode flashed before her minds eyes like they were takeing place right at the moment. Her parents with Sia's father were in the first car. The children Sia, Raj and herself in the next so that they would not disturb everyone…they were playing a silly game. That is when a sudden jerk sent their car skidding across the road, they car crashed but they escaped with minor injuries, the car with their parents was not that fortunate. It landed on a dead tree and blew up immidialy only he had mannanged to 'jump' out and fallen. The driver with them helped the kids and they called home with Omkar ji's mobile. Help arrived in fifteen minutes, the longest fifteen minutes of her life. Bada chacu who was just a few hours behind. Back in reality Mukti tried to hold back a sob but could not be very sucsussfull, they were trying their best but nothing could be done – just as yet. Prem placed his arm around her as she cried, Karan just kept looking on he did not know why but somehow he felt connected to this man lying down hear.
The three of them went away, hopeing that nothing serious was going to take place. Littile did they know some one had seen them, someone had begain thinking.
Holiday time and the trio go away to Shimla were Karan owns, it is a small and at the same time very cosy. They drive all the way and set down their bags, it is only four people. Mukti, Prem, Natasha and Karan. The place is very nice, they go inside and start dump their bags on their beds. "All right guys let go out some place." Karan suggested. Everyone decide to go to the pub. Mukti and Natasha want to get ready so they come latter. Suddenly two girls enter the pub and most of the men are gabbing at them, one is wearing a light blue tops with a tieing up tops with a blue deanim skrit that was very short.
Another girl who entered looked like she just came out of a dazziling pink sleeveless top that was having a very low neck and a heavy jem work just near the neck with a upside down flower pattern at the end. The top was not very short but reached near her skrit. A very frilly white skirt that reached a littile above her anckles. Both were wearing high heealed shoes that mached their outfits. With they reached Prem and Karan, Prem could not take his eyes of Mukti, "You look really nice the pink and white suits you."
"Thanks Yudi. So chala?" she asked, Karan was looking at the governess like he had never seen her before. Granted he had left lucky with Prerna aunty but a girl like this was being a governess. She looked really hot! Soon they are sitting and drinking, Mukti was drinking wine and Prem his bear, Karan with his Martini dry but Nathasha opted to go for an orange drink. After the third round Prem finally pulled Mukti away for a dance. Both of them danced for the song Tum Bin Bathaya from Rang Da Basanthi. Prem pulled her closer somehow enjoying the warmth of her skin against his as they danced, going behind her and holding her tightly, something told him. The time would soon come to reveal his feelings. Mukti was enjoying, savouring his every touch as he passed around her body. Slowly a relationship began changing like it had never done before, "Ya muja kya ho raha hai…" was the only though before she surrendered herself to the dance.