I've got to rent the house by today

"Jamuna, Clean that window sill, its dirty from yesterday's rains." Triveni called out to her maid
"Yes Madam" ,  responded Jamuna
Triveni was herself busy dusting the shelves in the house. It's got to be clean and sparkling when a prospective tenant visits. "I have to somehow let out the apartment by today", she kept telling herself. Triveni's house was located in an up market and suburban Jubilee Hills neighborhood in Hyderabad. Theirs was a brand new building that overlooked the city from the top of the hills.
She was very proud that her apartment was unique for its balcony view of the city.
"Why should I charge anything less than 15,000 ruppes?" She had asked Janardhana Rao, a broker defiantly.
"Madam, you are charging 15,000 rupees for 800 sqft madam. Your neighbors are charging only 8000. " The broker persisted.
"Have you seen the view from the balcony? Come in the morning and I will show you. " she shot back at him dismissively

"Madam,  please listen to me. You keep a lower entry rent and then can increase it every six months. I will myself help you with it. Yours is the only apartment that is still not let out in this new building."
She was in no mood to step down.
"I'm not interested in working with you any longer, I know how to let this apartment for lease. You are free to go" she dismissed his services summarily.
He had gone out mumbling something. She was not to be cowed down by these brokers.
"I will show them how it is done" she had told herself.
Triveni has seen so many people do it easily enough. She gave a boxed advertisement in Deccan Herald for the Saturday edition, when the weekly property rentals were published.
"A sprawling 3BHK apartment with modern amenities and  a balcony view of entire Hyderabad. Environment friendly and suitable for bird watchers at only 15,000 p.m, visit site between 9 and 5pm on Sat. Address....."
read the advertisement.
She had scanned the newspaper that morning for similar ads. She was happy that no one else had the features she had advertised. Be it the balcony or the bird watching . She found one apartment in Banjara Hills a few kilometers away.
She finished dusting and inspected the ceiling for cobwebs. She was sure she was not going to find any in a brand new apartment. She pulled herself a plastic chair under the fan and sat down to cool herself. She smiled inwardly at the cool fan she had picked for the house. With a chandelier sprouting from the center of the fan. It was huge with five blades. She was proud that she had lavishly spent on the fan.
Half an hour had passed when she looked at her wrist watch. It showed half past ten. There was no sign of any visitor. "Should I have mentioned my phone number?" she rued.
She then went and opened the main door hoping that people would not mistakenly knock some other apartment
Another few hours passed and no one turned up. She was getting restless. Have I made a mistake in the advertisement" she pondered.
The automated voice of the lift disturbed her thoughts "Please close the door" said the polite voice of the lift buzzer.
soon followed by the sound of lift doors closing. Her pulse quickened. "Hopefully it is for our apartment" she thought to herself as she straightened her Salwar. Soon enough, a gentleman in rich looking embroidered kurta peeped around the door sill.
"House . for rent... " he started
"aaanh yes yes yes yes.. Please come in" she welcomed him with the best of smile. Even her husband of twenty years had not seen such a sparkling smile.
He started to remove his shoes..
"No no.. don't bother.. " come in.. she encouraged him hoping to make things easier for him
"No, no, I don't walk into the place am going to call home, with my shoes on" he replied rather firmly
"place am going to call home.. a place am going to call home.." the sounds reverberated in Triveni's mind as her pulse quickened. "So open minded." she thought to herself.

"he he eh he eh.. " she laughed "you are very correct ji. . even I don't walk with my shoes in my residence. These are shoes I specially brought to wear indoors.. " she pointed to her Bata sandals . She is not going to admit that Jamuna had cleaned a pile of dog poop from the very shoes that morning.
He smiled.. and came in as he looked around the house..
"My name is Triveni.. Triveni Pandurangan" she introduced herself...
"Oh, nice to meet you madam.. I'm Ramesh Talwar, I was told that there would be someone to meet me.."
"Who would have sent this fellow. " she wondered as she kept nodding and smiling..
"The broker..  " he added as though her perfectly read her thoughts..
"Ooooh.. yeah yeah.. i forgot.. " she added again throwing in that shrill laugh for a good measure.."was Janardhanan trying harder? " she wondered.
"mm.. " he smiled curtly having cleared that.
"Let me show you around the house Mr.Talwar, you should see the view out of the balcony, out of the world.." she started effortlessly slipping into the saleswoman demeanor that she had rehearsed a thousand times since she had given that ad. She even watched the movie Rocket Singh, the salesman of the year to pickup a few tips! Afterall what source is better than Bollywood when it comes to knowledge!
Talwar followed her as he looked into the other rooms. He stood out in the balcony and was immediately sweating.
"This is an east facing balcony. You should see the sunrise here. A perfect place to enjoy your morning Chai ehe he he he eh" she added with fluid arm movements that would have made even makers of Preethi mixie cast her on their advertisements.
Hmm. he said looking at all the bird poops lying on the balcony. She noticed him with the eye of an eagle.

"This place is so environment friendly that even birds love it. You see, birds of all kinds visit this place.. Mynahs, Bulbuls, Masakkalis and what not. I only have limited knowledge on birds you see.. eh he he heee he"

"Come let us see the apartment, " she led him indoors again.  she saw Jamuna standing near the kitchen and gestured her to clean the balcony immediately.. Jamuna scampered sighting rage in her boss' eyes.

By the time she finished showing the apartment, Jamuna was done and was hurriedly picking up the broom stick and leaving the balcony.

"I was told that the place is much bigger." He commented..

"No, sir. this is a 3 BHK and including.. common area.. "

"Hello, " she was interrupted by Talwar answering his phone..

"haan haan.. third floor, third house on the right." he was instructing someone..

"Sorry madam, my mover has arrived with my things.. He will soon be moving things.. " he said..

Her heart was beating.. Was she really hearing the truth..

"Oh sure.. I didn't know you'll be occupying today.. " she responded really not sure of what to say..

"Oh did he not tell you.. ?" he asked

"Oh, no , brokers are busy people, cannot really fault them.. but its perfectly alright, the house is available, what more is there to say.. eh he he he he he.. " her teeth flashed its whites..

"Madam, I come from Hardwar and I cannot afford to make multiple trips , once to see and once to occupy. For me , its all about time.. " he added with a sense of authority normal to a businessman.

"Yeah yeah.. well said sir. In India no one has a sense of time.. the other day, I called a call taxi to come at 1pm to visit my sister's -brother-in-law's father-in-law's sixtieth wedding anniversary and he coolly turns up at 2pm. When I ask them he says that he is ready to leave if am not happy. Tell me sir how will this country progress?" she asked of him as though discussing a genuine social problem..

He did not seem to evince any interest in progressing the subject further and Triveni did not miss it..

"Jamuna, bring some chai for Talwarji here.. " she instructed her maid..

"No madam.. don't bother.. " lets settle the commercials and we can move forward..

"Oh sure.. what did the broker tell you about the rent?" she asked innocently..

"Yeah he told me that it was 17,000 per month , but he said the area was 1500 square feet. This looks much smaller.. " he added, a bit confused..

"No no.. he said it right only, we have a huge covered car park in the basement that is reserved for us, he must have included that also.

"Oh, " he nodded rubbing his shin.

"That itself will be around 1000 square feet!" she lied..
"You can park two cars in there Talwarji.. two cars.. " she exclaimed with her eyes wide open.

The car park was common for t he building, she could easily bribe the watchman to say that it was theirs and ensure that no one else used it. five hundred rupees should easily do it. Her mind was continuously working to make this deal go through

There was no way she was going to let 17,000 slip through her fingers.. that too he had come with an intention to occupy right away..

"He also mentioned that there was a park in the front and lots of trees, the view here looks a bit barren.. " he said..

"No sir, till last week, it was like that, suddenly the government decides to cut down the trees and one morning we find the road completely cleared! these guys are very bad sir, the government guys.. " she again lied with a good show of concern and anger on her face..She was feeling that somehow Talwar was not happy with the differences he found in the apartment. She has to make amends somehow.

"I know you took the trouble , I will reduce the rent for this reason alone, am a nature lover too you see.. " she said with the Happydent smile.
"I will be perfectly happy to rent this out to you for 15,000 rupees per month, that is two thousand rupees lesser.. " she added with a show of serious concern and sincerity.

'mm.. ok, in that case you have a deal.. " he said in a emphatic tone.

"I hope the broker has explained my business and my background details.. " he asked looking at her expectantly..

"Oh yeah.. very much. you are a big man sir. the broker told me all about it, your business, your goodhearted nature, everything.. " she was by now completely at home spinning yarn after yarn. The kill was too close to miss. She was sure that Talwar was a big businessman just  by his attitude and looks.

"Alright, " he said pulling out a cheque book and writing something on it.
"I will give you ten months advance as promised and a months rent in advance madam. Anything else ?", he asked
"No no no.. that's it. you have everything in order.." she was terribly excited. She was going to be rich soon.
"To whom shall I make the cheque for.. ?"
"don't bother sir. I will fill it in.. " she added comforting him..
"No  no, its my practice madam. don't mistake me.. "
"Oh,, ok ok.. then please make it for Mr.Pandurangan.. " she responded quickly craning her neck to see what he was writing. He had made out a check for a lakh and sixty five thousand. Her mind was flying in the skies. now. She had done it. Rent out the house single handedly. She will manage the broker later.

"Full name madam.."
"Vittala Hari Tummala Pandurangan" she added quickly with a smile
He turned and looked at her face. obviously intimidated by the long name..
"Names are longer in this side of the country sir.. " she acknowledged with a sheepish smile.. "Shall i write it for you.. ?" she offered.

He responded by turning the chequebook to her direction and was again interrupted by the phone..

"Hello.." he barked into the phone while she waiting with one hand on the chequebook and the other holding out for the pen he was yet to give her.

"Haan.. bolo.."
"What ? where are you.. I cannot see you guys.. "
"Haan. 3rd floor, 3rd house on the right.. "
"Where the hell are you guys, I gave you an address and can't you follow simple instructions..?" he was barking into the phone now..
"Read out the address," he snapped into the phone as he pulled out a slip from his kurta..
"Haan, haan.. " he repeated into the phone as the person on the other end was reading out the address.
"Arrey, thats where i'm at.. " whats wrong with you guys.. you guys should know this place better than I do
"What? Give it to him.."
"Haan brokerji, bathao.. "
He listened quietly for a moment.
"but madam is here...  " he explained into the phone..
"Haan, speak to the madam here.. " he wiped the phone and gave it to her.
Triveni took the phone..
"Yes , Triveni here, "
"Madam, I think there has been a mistake, he was asked to go to third floor, third house on block 3. I'm at the residence now with his saamaan and he is not. Can you direct him to the right place.."
"But, this is block two,  " she croaked.. she had lost her voice..
"I know madam, he is new to the city.. you see. " explained the calm voice on the other side.
She felt as though the world was swirling around her..

Mother's day

It was past Eleven when Kalyan turned up from work . He tried to open the door as quietly as possible. He did not want to wake up his mother. He quietly closed the door behind him pulling the jamb so that the lock would not click close. He quietly slid the door jamb into its housing and turned around. The house was silent.
"Good" he thought to himself as he undid his shoes.
He quietly tip toed into his room and changed into his pyjamas. He quietly slid the trousers into the clothes hanger and hung it from the ward robe and turned around.
He literally died of shock! There was a form standing in the doorway. It was dark and lit by light from behind. Its hands were doing something behind its head , it was tying its hair in knots.
It was laughing.!.
'Ma, you scared me" he said clutching his pounding heart!
"he he he.. " she was laughing as she went to the switch board and turned the light on.
"Who asked you not to turn the light on. ?" she chortled as she kept giggling and walked towards the kitchen
It had become a habit for his mom. She would wake up irrespective of the time of the night he came home. He quietly hid the bunch of roses he had bought for her in his ward robe. She would have noticed had she waited for the tube light to turn on. "Thank god for tubelights " he thought to himself.

He wanted to surprise her the next day.  His mother generally was not fond of all these new found days, but it did not deter him. He was going to treat her. This was the first mother's day that came by after he got his first job and he was not going to miss the chance.
He heard the microwave humming as he came out washing himself. He joined her in the kitchen.
The food was laid out in small pecan bowls . The potato curry was steaming hot. He took the bowl in his hands and started eating from it.
"Stop it. Put it in the plate and eat ." his mom chided him
"mmm...hmmm" he mumbled chewing on a potato.
"Incorrigible.. " she muttered as she changed bowls in the microwave.
He gave her a toothy grin with mouthful of potato.
She slapped her foreheads with her palm and muttered some prayer to god.
"Where is appa?" he asked
" Oh, he had to go to Bangalore. Sudden visit" she explained. His father was a busy man and was often hopping cities .


"Come.." she called out as she deftly collected all the small pecan bowls in her hands and moved to the dining table.
"Ma, you go and sleep, I will eat by myself.. " he muttered
"Why? you will have that silly novel in your hands and eat for two hours.. what habit is that? come finish your dinner and read the book.. ",
"mmmhhmm..mmm" he muttered a whine having been discovered.
"I'm your mother, don't think am stupid. " she said smiling at the same time rubbing her back.
"mmm" he mumbled as he quietly served himself and gulped down the food.
"How long will you come late like this?" she asked, changing topics
"Don't know.. am a fresher.. have to learn as much as possible and work hard.." he said
"Kalpana comes home by eight dailly.. why cant you?" she asked. Kalpana was his big sister and she worked in Bangalore.
"Ma, she is a manager and am a newbie.. " he tried to explain
"So? " she asked innocently not really grasping the point.
"never mind.. I will have to slog for six months more at least.. " he said trying to simplify the point.

As he washed up, he decided to tease her.
"I have a surprise for you ma. " he said watching her.
She was still busily scratching herself. She turned and looked at him curiously, her interest was obviously piqued.
"What is it?" she asked smiling slowly, as she collected the bowls to place them for washing.
"He quietly went to her back and started scratching her back.."
"hey, its paining. stop it.. " she
"Ok, " he said taking his hands off
"What is the surprise?" she again asked him
"Wait till  morning" he said smiling.
"Hey, Hey, tell me now .. " she was almost pleading.
"No.. " he said in a sing song tune
"hmm.. its paining my back.." she said giving up her quest
"Wait I will get some moov spray.." he said.
"Who asked you to get up and do everything? You could have gotten a good sleep na.." he chided her as he applied the moov spray on her back.
"mm... " she halfheartedly mumbled.

Soon, she went off to her bedroom and the lights went off. He turned to his novel. He was half way through Pirate Latitudes and things were getting interesting with the plot.  He wanted to read a bit before he hit the sack.Soon, he was enamored by the adventure of 'Hunter' and his crew.
He was disturbed from his trance by the chime of the clock . He looked up at the clock and it was midnight.
He suddenly hit on an idea and retrieved the rose bunch from his wardrobe. He quietly slipped into his mother's bedroom tip toeing to ensure he does not wake her up.
She slept very lightly and woke up for even the tiniest of sounds.  He slowly tip toed to her and softly called out to her
"ma... "
She was sound asleep.
"Maa.." he said a little louder
Still no sign. Must be tired. "Should I just give it to her in the morning?" he asked himself.
"Maaa" he called again, this time placing his palm on her arms to stir her up.

"Maa, wake up maa.. " he said in his normal tone not bothering to be soft any longer.
Still there was no sound and his mother was showing no sign of stirring up.
He started patting her arms firmly calling out.. "Maa.. "
"Maa... "..
"Maaaa.. " He just then realized that her hands were cold. The AC was not running and why was she cold?
"Maaaaaaa... wake up ma... " He started feeling week in his knees and cold . An unexplainable fear started gripping him.. and he started sobbing without realizing it
"Maa.. wake up ma.. Its mother's day ma... Ma.a.a.. "
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Epilogue.
The doctors later said that she had died of a massive heart attack. Kalyan and Kalpana are still in a state of shock and are finding it difficult to believe that their mother is no longer with them. Such is the brutality of life. One moment, everything appears normal and the next minute it isn't and it has changed permanently.

NOTE: This is based on a true incident. Names, places have been changed as a mark of respect. This short story is dedicated to the departed mother who gave it all to her children though all the rough paths of life that she endured. All the time ensuring that her children were well fed, well educated and well tutored. She leaves behind two daughters , a son and a husband. May god give the family strength and caress them back to normalcy and bless them all.

A Piece of my mind..

"No, listen to me Rakesh, don't go.. it wont be good" , Mitti was pleading
He banged the door shut and walked down the lobby rolling up his sleeves and loosening his tie. He came up to the elevator and pressed the call button and waited for it tapping his feet restlessly and breathing heavily.

Fifteen minutes earlier.
He rang the door bell and waited. He could hear Ankur crying aloud.
"Wait, I think it is papa" he heard Mitti telling her son as the door knobs turned.
"Hi.." she said hurriedly as she unlatched the door and let him in.
She had knotted her dupatta across like dancers. She had an ice bag in her left .

"What happened?" he asked
"Oh, Ankur fell down.." she replied

at that very instant Ankur came running to him.. "Pappa.. " he cried.
"What happened son? Hurt yourself?" he asked
"mm.." tears were running down his cheeks. He had never seen his face that red as it was today.
He knelt down and pulled up his trousers. His knee was all bruised and bloody!

"How did it happen son?" he enquired his son.
"That Tanya pushed me pappa.." he cried.
"Why did she push you?"
"She asked for my car and I said I won't give. For that she pushed me pappa.." he cried again.

Ankur was inconsolable, he turned and looked at his wife who was busy in the kitchen.
"Mitti, how did this happen?" he asked her
"Arrey, such things happen yaar. chill out." she replied

"No, tell me how this happened?" he demanded
" well, I did not see exactly how, when I did see, he was on the floor crying "

"People don't know how to bring up their children." he spat
"what?" Mitti looked bewildered

"Dont' they teach them how to behave in public? Is there no decency left in this country?" he felt anger boiling in him.
"Chill down Rakesh, wash up and have dinner. We will talk about it later" replied Mitti

He was not listening. 'Ankur, is this Tanya a big girl or a small girl?"
"BIIIIG! ..." he replied looking up from his play doh set, opening his eyes wide and spreading his arms behind his back to show how big!

"I'm sick of bullies. They want to show their power only to small children." he was seething.
"Rakesh, I think you are over reacting." mitti joined.

"No Mitti, this is why bullies are having the upper hand today. This exact Chalega attitude is why the bullies get away with what they are doing. This is no less than ragging. A menace the society has to be rid of. I do not want my son to be a push over."

".. bullying children are so only because their parents. They have not been brought up right."

" Rakesh, will you listen to me for a moment.."
"No, you will methodically water me down and am not listening to you.. Just tell me their apartment number, I will deal with this myself.' he snapped at her.

"323, third floor'
"I know 323 comes in third floor" he snapped back at her

She thew her hands in the air and rolled her eyes and walked off to the kitchen

Now
"Ding" the lift chimed as it arrived
He rolled up his other sleeve again as it unfolded itself and impatiently banged the number '3' on the elevator.
It jerked as it slowly descended. He got off in the third floor banging the lift door shut. He stomped his way to the door 323 and rang the bell.

"Tanya, not now " he heard a female voice behind the door . Must be one trouble maker he thought to himself as he waited for the door to open.

The door opened and a young woman appeared. "yes" she asked enquiringly.

"I'm Rakesh Kapoor, Ankur's dad.. " he started
"Oh, welcome , welcome to our home.. " his sentence was cut short by the lady's excited reaction

She threw the door wide open and welcomed him in.
He gingerly stepped in and by that time she was already in the living room
"Please come in, have a seat, she said before running away"

he slowly stepped into the living room. It was well decorated, he slowly settled down on the sofa when she appeared with a tray and a glass of water in it.
She offered him the glass and he took it as she seated herself opposite to him and adjusted her Tee shirt
"I'm so sorry for what happened this afternoon, she started even before he could finish the sip of water he had taken"
"How is Ankur now? he was crying badly when I left Mitti and came down." her eyes were showing genuine concern.

"That's exactly what I came to talk about. Children must be taught restraint when they are playing you know..." he started off
"mm. I know, Tanya can get a bit aggressive.." she empathized with him

" I'm thanking that he got off with a small bruise, what if he had broken his arm?" he exhorted off her.
She was a bit stunned, but she recomposed herself and replied
"We were all only nearby Mr.Mookerjhea. We take good care of all the children around" she replied.

" no madam, children today grow up watching all sorts of silly heroic stuff on television and think they can try that on other children.."
" yeah, I agree, even Tanya's father has the same view.He even refuses to let her watch any channel but Ceebebies. you know" she replied

"mm.. but please tell your daughter that she cannot go pushing people around to get her way with things, I cannot tolerate my son getting injured.." he came to the point

"Oh, sure sir, I can understand your pain and am terribly sorry that Tanya has been the reason for this pain. I can understand a parent's helplessness that they could not prevent this from happening to their child, please excuse me this one instance, we will try our best to teach her these things. Her father feels its a bit too soon to teach her these things... "

"Children will be Children even after they are thirty madam, we have to start early else they will never learn" he cut her short

"I understand sir, I will definitely teach her not to do this again.." she was almost pleading now.

"Alright I'll leave now but please instruct your daughter well..." he said and got up
A loud crash interrupted them.
"Oh.. " yelped Tanya's mom and got up from her seat
"Tanya.. " she ran calling out her name and stopped after a few steps

Whirrrr.. a sound came as a baby appeared in a baby walker at full speed with a magazine dangling from her hands where two fingers were barely holding on to the mags. The little infant was charging at full speed at her mom and she literally had to jump out of her to avoid being run over by the baby walker.
"It hurts you know, these babies don't know when they run over our toes! " she said
"Tanya, you naughty girl, again pushed the magazine rack down?" she chided as she picked her up from the walker.
"Tell sorry to uncle here . See you pushed Ankur with the walker na. BHayya is still crying.. say sorry.." she chided the child!
The little infant gave them a large toothless smile and she held up her magazines for them to see. She was showing off her winnings!
He was stunned! He started laughing at the whole thing

Late to school

It was a lazy January morning. The weather was chill and dew was settling on everything in the vicinity. He was awake but he had not risen yet. He covered himself from head to toe in the bed sheet. He peered out from the bed sheet when a parrot chirped its wishes from the nearby Guava tree. There it was, staring at him with its dark eyes and red beaks. What a red! he had not seen anything so red in his life. Not even tomatoes were that red these days!
Sekar, wake up! it is already 7! said the voice from below, it belonged to Shanti the maid!

He hurriedly got up , he was running late! he had to leave for school by 8am if he had to reach the campus by 9. He broke a small twig from the Neem tree and started brushing his teeth quickly as he thought about the school.
He loved school. In fact, he loved everything about the school. The school was a good five kilometers from where he lived. He would cycle to school with Vinod seated in the carrier. He was one of the few people in the Yazhikuppam who cycled to school. He would cross other children who would walk to school and wave to them on his way. They would all wave back and some would even run behind his cycle for some distance before they gave up to catch their breath! It was fun daily playing with the children on his way. Vinod would sometimes pick stones and throw at the girls who would jeer at him.
The school was amidst a paddy field. The bright white walls of the school were complemented by red tiles on the roof! He believed that the white colour made it pure! The class rooms were airy and wind often brought along with it the smell of paddy and the water with it. Even in summer, the winds were cool! Teachers were from the town and they came in bus. They were all very affectionate to him. It was the head master whom he hated. He was always yelling at him for one thing or the other. He understood that the head master did not like to have him around the school.
He did not know all the teacher's names. He knew only Lalitha miss. Lalitha miss taught higher classes and she loved him like her own son. She would share her lunch with him and shower her affection on him. One day she gave him a new set of clothes to wear. He was surprised by her act and asked her.
"Miss what is special today. Is it your birthday?"
She patted him on his cheeks and her eyes turned misty which she hastily wiped with her saree end.
"Miss.." he called out
"mmph... nothing.. its not my birthday dear. Its Arun's. He would have been seven today .. " she said and started crying again.
He did not speak much to her that day. She just hugged him. That day he could not eat his lunch with miss. He was very upset for miss. He cried with her not knowing why. He hugged her back and he cried like there was no tomorrow. His anguish poured out as tears. The anguish he never realized he had deep inside him came out and it found solace in Shanti miss who just hugged him. It almost seemed that she understood his cry while he himself did not.
Later when he thought about it, he told himself that it was perhaps because he loved Lalitha miss like his own mother that her sorrow affected him.

Nothing please him more than learning. Even at lunch he would spend time discussing with Vinod the lessons they taught in his class and debate with him on what he learned before giving him his lunch box and running off to Lalitha miss.

He pulled out the neem stick from his mouth as it hurt him. He then threw the Neem stick with which he was brushing and went straight to his bath! The well was near the banana tree. It was not a big well, but it was deep and he used to shout into the well just to hear it echo. It would almost seem like it was his reflection on the water that shouted back! He let the rope run as the bucket went plummeting down to the depths seeking water.
The water was soothing! He found it surprising that well water was warm in such cold weather and it was cool in peak summer! He felt the water running down his back and then on to his legs as he poured bucket after bucket straight from the well. The bucket had a hole in it and water would pour out from the tiny hole like a shower when the bucket was full. He giggle as he held the bucket on top of his head and immersed himself in the leaky shower! He again found his thoughts wandering.

When he was free he would go around the school, sit near the window listen to the teachers in Vinod's class. Kalai, the maths teacher caught him staring once. But he did not mind. He just instructed him not to make noise and he didn't. He also loved free periods when all the children would come to the play ground and play. He joined any game they played. That's when the head master would yell at him. "Why have free period if children cannot play?", he would be tempted to ask. But he would hold his voice and vacate the place. But that did not stop him. THe next free period he would head straight to the ground again!

He hurriedly finished his bath and changed his dress. The temple loudspeaker from the Ellai amman started belting out the daily dose of relegious songs.
"Sekaaarr.. come here..its already late!" shouted a voice from the kitchen. This time it was amma.
"yes amma, coming.." he shouted as he ran in.
He picked up Vinod's school bag and lunch box and hung it on the cycle.
" Be careful don't drive rash." amma said
" ok amma.." he said
" here eat this and don't run here and there. Wait till the school is over ok?" she told him
"mm.." he said not looking directly into her eye.
"go.. now" she snapped at him
Within minutes he was off to school, Vinod in the back. He reached the school waving to all the children along the way!
He reached the school at 8.45. He let Vinod down, gave him his bags and waved him good bye. He watched Vinod mingle into the crowd of children going to school.
He put the cycle on stand and sat down under his favourite tamarind tree , his hands behind his heads!
He had all day till afternoon when he has to ferry Vinod back home. He closed his eyes and dreamed of the day when he would also go to school, like Vinod.