That Falling Kite part 3

THAT FALLING KITE –PART 3

“Cheeku…bring me the tong, I have to shape this glass viol.” called Somesh, a young man of 26 or 27 But the long years in such workshops have made him perfect in shaping any kind of glass; be it the floral shape glass jugs, vases or the beautiful viols.

“here.” He said passing the long iron tong to him.

“Easy boy, you are again coloring your palms.” The humorous man reminded him turning to the hot furnace where he was skillfully shaping the beautiful viol into its shape.

“Yeah….I’ll take care.” He said turning his attention to the two colorless glass sheets between which he was incorporating the color sheet.

He was amazed of how Somesh with a perfect craftsmanship blew air into the big glass bubble with his mouth and at the bubble end the rod helped the bubble to take the shape of desired article; Somesh was one of the best artisan here and was highly paid too….Cheeku too dreamed of becoming a great Glass artist like him someday, and  also to have that bright red motorbike like him.

Little kid and his seemingly big but little wishes….it is more simple when you don’t have pressures and grudges of expectations and boundations which big city rich kids are often forced into.

“Cheeku….came a loud shout from the other corner suggesting he was taking much time and the other men in the next room needed the colored glass.

“coming…replying them back he hurried his little but skilled hands to color the sheets.3 years here had made him skilled too in  a few things and he was often said a bright employee with the enthusiasm he came with. And Somesh also taught him many new things whenever they got time and some spare raw material.

“fast Cheeky boy…..Somesh called the nick name which he hated being called.

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“Ma….have you seen Anika? She isn’t in room.” He asked as he came checking his room.

“Actually she wasn’t feeling good from the time we came visiting the hospital….right now she is in the back garden.” His mother answered lifting her eyes from the papers she was going through.

“Okay…I will see her.” he said grabbing the water bottle from the fridge.

“Bhaiya, will you take some snacks?” asked the elderly man from the kitchen.

“No Dada…sometime later…had tea with team just before leaving office.” He said smiling.

“Cook something sweet dada, we have some developments today.” He told the man who got more happy with the news and happily nodded for the said.

“Son….the lady in one of the finest silk came near him and the silent demeanor didn’t go well with him “The visit didn’t go accordingly; I guess there is something wrong. Dr. has asked you to visit the hospital in two days with her.”

“What do you mean?” He kept the bottle back on the platform.

“I don’t know but there is something; go talk with her…she is upset that’s why.” She said in a low tone.

And with a swift movement he rushed to the garden.

She was nowhere in sight when suddenly he spotted her yellow flowing kurta peeping from behind the lean trunk of lemon tree her favorite place where the sweetly sour fragrance of lime flowers was too raw.

Covering the distance in long strides and switching the one switch which illuminated a few white LEDs he caressed her shoulder.

Turning to him she wiped her tears hastily. “Hey…you home?” she tried smiling “let’s go inside.”

“stop …he shushed her, sitting beside her. “How the visit gone?”

“ummm, it was fine.” She answered and that was no lie.

“Then why the tears?” he pointed spreading one of his legs in front of him.

“I was feeling low.” She answered honestly.

“These are not the depressed tears that often come in late nights now a days?” he asked and the joke already hinting the tear sessions she went in nights due to the mood swings.

“Shivaaaaay…Don’t tease me.” she smiled finally.

“That was what missing in this yellow atmosphere.” He said looking at her.

“Yellow….i didn’t understand.” She sounded confused.

“Your yellow dress, this yellow sky and these yellowish white flowers….only the bright smile was missing.” And they both smiled.

“But I am afraid Shivaay…I felt something was amiss with the way she asked me to visit her next time with you.” She told him her worries.

“Just this…there are many times doctors need to visit both the parents for the counseling and talks…you forgot we did this during Harshi too.” He reminded her.

“Yeah…I remember but there was something in the tone ….i don’t know I just want my baby to be healthy Shivaay.” She said more like prayed to the power all prayed.

“It will be healthy, don’t worry.” He said opening the fist she had unknowingly made and interlocked their fingers; giving the little assurance she needed.

“You know today I met a little girl, she was from the local slums near the site I visited today,” he started after a while. “But if she dressed nicely and cleaned properly I am sure she would look such a beautiful kid.” He remembered the meet.

The little girl was running on the road and behind her an aged lady too was trying to walk as fast as possible. She wanted something and with Shinde he stared the scene.

She was gesturing something over her and in a while it dawned on them she wanted the colorful kites.

Wishing to see what she does next they kept watching her, and then to their utter disbelief she snatched the kite from a boy nearly of her age and now she looked happy and content, least worrying about the now crying boy perhaps she was familiar with.

They had laughed on the scene and her tomboyish attitude…little they knew kids of these slums were nurtured in difficulties that these traits came not because they were taught but with the experience they were having from the time they took birth.

He again smiled on that as he recalled the memory and the girl. “actually she reminded me our Harshi, though our Harshi is nowhere close to her but she was around her age or so.” He said.

“Oh, she would be a brave girl.” She too smiled. “These kites are the longings kids don’t get often and sometimes a falling kite becomes their uncompleted wish.” Suddenly she sounded lost. “You know the falling kites are the uncalled destinies many times.”

And before he asked what she meant their little moment was kidbombed by their daughter who wanted to meet the baby and hear the kicks.

And Unknown to them one more kite was going to cut from the string to fall somewhere and was on her way to become the uncalled destiny of someone soon.

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Hello readers, so the next part is updated. Hope you enjoy it also I apologize for the delay.

Note – kidbombed. A word of my mind 😉

Will be waiting for your response. With love Morusya.