Team #Alphabet Soup
“Read the previous part of story here“
‘Where did you get that from?’ ‘Answer me.’
‘No.’ ‘Have you seen snake idols?’
‘Roohi! Have you been reading my paperwork?’
Shekhar looked at his daughter wide eyed. He sensed something unnatural about her. About the entire scene. They weren’t alone. Or was he hallucinating due to lack of sleep?
‘I haven’t seen any of those. If all your questions are answered, let us go & sleep.’
‘No papa. One last question.’
She pouted her lips & with all her energy, asked pleadingly,
Shekhar’s eyes widened. He was speechless. He picked up her daughter, took her to her room.
‘Answer me papa. Please.’
His voice faulted.
‘Sleep Roohi. We’ll talk .’
He never said ‘No’ to Roohi’s or Tara’s wishes. He lived for them & he loved fulfilling their dreams. But this one seemed wrong. He might be over-reacting. Or he might be right. He had no reason to say ‘No’ to Roohi’s this particular wish. But his guts screamed at him to stop things right there. The trip would be chaos. ‘
I’ll to your mom & let you know. For now you sleep. Alright?’
She pulled his face close to hers and planted a kiss on his cheeks. He tucked her in and hastily walked into his study.
His hands were shivering. Beads of sweat formed on his brows as he fiddled with his novel. He frantically turned the pages back & forth. In his hurry, the book fell down. He finally, reached the page he was looking for.
‘Achha, lets go to Lakshmi aunty’s house for this vacation.’
‘How come, this sudden craving for Lakshmi aunty’s house?’
‘Grandma was telling me stories about the procession at the temple there. I want to see the elephants, the procession, the deity with her diamond eyes.’
‘Your Grandma is the one spoiling you. You have to travel a lot to reach there Anu.’
‘Acha, please! I want to climb the mango trees, eat lots of mango, see the idols of the snakes, attend the Pooja and go for the procession. If we don’t go now, it will happen only after 7 years.’
Vimal didn’t say anything.
‘And you know something? Grandma says,that the deity comes alive. How will she look Achha?’
Anamika’s eyes widened in wonder as she said that.
‘Nonsense! The procession is good. But the deity does not come alive.’
‘Achha is always spoiling things. I will ask Amma.’
Anamika walks towards the door.
‘Ok wait. Let me talk with your Amma & we’ll decide.’
‘Thank you Acha!’
She planted a kiss on his cheeks and ran away.
Shekhar looked up from his novel. A small creepy sensation in his guts told him, that he was writing their future.