"I need a plate. I will take it from the kitchen ."The father rose up from his position ,went to the kitchen ."This one looks very different and is very beautiful ."He poured sabji on it. "When did you buy this one?"
Parth ,seeing the plate, chuckled from inside ,”I bought it a year ago."
Flashes of memory flooded his brain in a moment .
Two years ago ,he came to this town - Anandpura . This was his first posting as a clerk in Bank of Baroda .The town was 90 km away from the main city . Hearing the location of the posting, he got a little upset .He stayed almost a year in Bangalore for his training .Coming from a luxury ,entertainment enriched Bangalore to a small town was like the end of days. It took a lot of internal counselling to achieve this mental state that he was in today .He saw one 1bhk ,at some distance from the bank. His day in Bangalore used to start with girls .He would get ready ,leave the hostel and would roam the whole day with them. Here ,he had no expectations of finding mod girls. He had structured his mind like that -on weekdays, he would watch web-series and on weekends ,he would travel to places.
He got a flat on the first floor of a house - The houses in Anandpura were quite big as far as city life is concerned. There were two main doors - One front facing and one though the parking area. For renters ,it was the front gate .The house owners lived on the ground floor .The main door gives way to the staircase which leads to the first floor .There is a large hall in the center and on either sides and the center, there are renters’ flats .He moved on one of the weekends and nobody from both of the renters seemed to be there .He heard hustle and bustle on Monday morning.
He left office at 6 o ‘ clock around in the evening .As he reached the stairs, he heard someone singing in beautiful voice. He gradually advanced up the stairs - saw a girl ,clad in a Pink and golden printed straight calf length kurta, tie-up neck, three-quarter sleeves, side slits sitting on the floor at her door entrance in line with the stairs .Both her eyes were still hooked to the ground. He still could not see the face .In her flow ,she flipped her hair and saw Parth standing in front .She stopped singing for a moment, her eyes caught his .Her face was as ravishing as was her dress .
He could stand there all day if someone would allow him to .He smiled awkwardly as if a thief gets caught red-handed ,”I am new here .I am Parth.” Pursing her lips ,she replied with a half baked smile. He opened his door to the right and entered inside .He danced quietly like a crazy for some time. He could not believe his luck. He went up towards Krishna’s Statue ,”Thank You ,God. Thanks.”
To be Continued...