THE UNDULATED WOODS.

Chapter 7.

After that we got back to work, while Manohar was cleaning the house, and he too joined in assisting us. I called Lokesh, I told him about the progress of the work, and he was quite happy. Lokesh had an amazing memory and could remember lines from books verbatim. I didn't surmise at the work to be done, and that would be clincher to complete the work in a week time rather than donkey's years. I was supervising the work going on, and I too installed some of the switches, checking the power voltage, and other functionalities. Later I was checking my mobile phones, to check for the messages from the bank, then I contacted the Banks's call centre for getting the bank balance, and I thanked God, as I have sufficient dosh in the account. If I had to withdraw money, I have to regress to the shop where I purchased the provisions, as there was a petrol pump, and there is an ATM there, and fifty kilometres from there, the area is covered by forest, and this house in the midst of it. After fifty kilometres, there is a small town, but that would be a tiring job. I had sufficient cash, and not to mention, enough provisions were stocked up. I admit that this place would make you fell doss, as the chateau was surrounded by beautiful forest, and a raging river.

I cleaned the shredded wires and tip in the dustbin. We were nearing the end of the work for the day, I assured that we don't drop the clanger, my fellows cleaned the house, as the sun was sinking in the west, the river began to roar, and you can't bog down the sound. I went to my room and refreshed, Manohar had come to my room, and he told me that he would be preparing dinner, and we can assemble at the glamping pod. My fellows and I helped him in preparing foods, and later we assembled the foods. We were ready to duff up our hunger, Manohar arranged some woods near the glamping pod, and he prepared a bon fire. The sky was dark, and we thanked Manohar for the arrangements, and I paid him a handsome gratuity for his service. I showed my gesture towards him as a goodwill, and paying some money won't make you skint. I knew Manohar for quiet some years, as he stayed in my town, and he didn't skive off work.

In few minutes, he fetched more dishes from the kitchen, and we sat on the large table. There were two round tables, Manohar and I occupied a table, and the table adjacent to us were occupied by my colleagues. We were enjoying our foods, we were having light conversations, Ramesh, Mahesh, Sachin, Paresh, Santosh and Tushar were taciturn like me, however, they began to talk. I got off the conversation, and I was in reminiscence thinking how I bagsied or worked hard, and became a self-made bloke. I didn't bog down anyone in trouble to gain whatever little success I had. I believed in budging up or making space for the other person, rather than to push the person in the sea of troubles, and coming up to shore myself. I was listening to the chin wag of my fellows and Manohar, they had really built a rapport, and their talks would never cheese me off. 

I was chuffed to bits listening to them, they shared their family stories, and that wasn't a codswallop. They even shared their gutted stories, and the wave of sympathy were rolling. I wasn't feeling knackered nor miffed, the roars of the river were at the top of our voice, that some of their talks were inaudible. Manohar had prepared a cheesecake, albeit I didn't have sweet tooth but today it was different. It was the best cheesecake I have ever had. The cheesecake was crumbly, creamy and Graham cracker crust, I must say that the foods prepared by Manohar are never mealy, as I tasted his food before. I would like to say, "Dibs its mine," as I loved his delectable foods.

There comes a peculiar moment.