Part 2-Hridayamardam
Her POV
Oh shit...he got out...I make a funny face... stop my giggle and give him a sorry kind of smile.
He stares at me, then the stumps and behind to the bowling team who were dancing their victory dance.
He comes towards me...
"Can you direct me to this address?"
He snatches the paper from my hand still staring at me.
"32-24-36 this is a number, I've never seen address like that..." I take that paper from him
"Sorry that's not the address ...one minute" I start searching the paper in my bag
"Oi leave the bat, you are out." a boy from the group shouts at him
"Oh shut up...she came in between, that's why I got out" he cribs
"Yeah right, she has taken your wicket." another guy says and they all start laughing at him. I also giggle enjoying their argument.
"Excuse me" I again ask after I get the address.
Third POV
"Looks like you are from Mumbai" he says making a funny face.
"Yes, how do you know?" she asks
"Understood from the crumbled paper...hehehe" and giggles in most weird way.
"And the handwriting also gives away, anyone will easily tell that you are from Mumbai...why are you guys always in rush?...look look...can you yourself understand this handwriting??"
"One minute ...problem isn't with the handwriting" she pulls out the paper from his hand "problem is of the name...what is this? she says looking at the paper
"Hridayamardam" he prompts
She giggles "exactly...what kind of a name is that?"
"Here in pune, we punekars keep such names...you know, to feel proud...building names also" he ends with that weird giggle
"Hmm" she makes an irritated face "you know the address?"
"yes that's easy (taking the paper from her)... doo one thing, go straight ahead... then go right (he moves his hand)...2-4 steps ahead, then take left (he moves his hand towards her face)"oyii" she yells lightly "there...5th building on right side... Hri-day-mardam!' she snatches the paper from his hands.
"What happened? he asks
She shakes her hand in no with tight smile... "Thnx" and goes away.
"What? Done with your batting?" dimpy prompts from the group.
"Come here I'll tell you...you moron" he takes the bat in his hand and turns towards him. Dimpy moves away giggling.
"Come on come on do balling" he says
"Oi you are out!" the boys complain together.
"Oi what out? ... she came in between...nothing nothing go throw the ball...oi I am not out guys...oh shut up...go do balling...what this...go! he yells between their whining
"Bat is mine, I am the captain...who will say anything to me😉😆? saying so he goes on strike ready to bat.
"Oi get him out guys" someone prompts from the fielders "oi shut up" he replies
Her POV
Finally after getting lost with wrong directions, and roaming around like a mad woman, I reach that building...god!!! Hri-da-ya-mardam...tch...what kind of a name is this?
I go in the building, its of british era... Superb...but they had to name it like this?
Shakespeare was so wrong ...whats in name?... ask the person who had to search for the address... it took me 2 hours, to search this address ... and that cricketer!...god knows what directions he gave me, I was lost in the neighbourhood...hmmph
The door is locked...like literally a huge big lock...god why me?... mom had informed that about my visit.right?
Lets see I'll ask someone... let's wait for a while.
I go around that building and find an old man coming...
"Uh..excuse me?"
But the old man picks some footwears kept in front of the door and throws them away...Royally ignoring me, goes inside the house.
I find a board put up above that door which says "those visiting patil jyotshiji are requested... please remove your footwears over there (with a left arrow mark) ...if found in front of this door (with a down arrow mark)...footwears will be thrown away.
I giggle just then a man come and remove his shoes in front of that door only...
It's a duplex so I decide to go upstairs and ask someone there... maybe they'll have some idea about the hridayamardam people.
I go upstairs and take in surroundings ...it has terrace garden...nice...I try to look towards that hridayamardam building.
Anyway there's this room here...so I ring the bell ... someone is cooking... I can hear the cooker's whistles from the kitchen... but no one comes...so I start banging on the door...just in case they didn't hear the bell.
A lady comes in hurry "what?!!"she shouts
"umm actually...?.. I don't even frame my sentence and that lady yells "I don't know and bangs the door shut... on my face!...so rude...i huff ..but then I notice the post it like paper on the door... "1/2 litre"...huh?... what 1/2 litre?...milk? Water? What?
In the meanwhile, I hear some loud voice of quarrelling from downstairs.
The man who removed his footwears in front of the door, and that old man were fighting.
"who do you think you are?... just because I kept the shoes for 2 minutes ... you threw away my shoes?!!"
"oi... you got eyes or buttons?... can't you see that board!!...and are your shoes made of gold?...if they are made of gold, keep them in your pockets and get lost" the uncle shouts.
"look...you are an old man, that's why I am not saying anything ... or else" that man says but the uncle shoos him away.
God ...such weirdos stay over here...anyways this address...what should I do now?...and I leave from there.
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thank you
sammy😊
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