7 A.M , Banglore, India.
A huge verandah welcomed the bright sunlight early in the morning and so did the abode of Ganpati Bappa as the beautiful tunes of his aarti hummed inside household pulled the surrounding people towards it. Little by little the verandah was filled with people as they joined their hands praying along with a pure soul. Aunties admired the beauty looking for a baiko for their respective sons. An old lady smiled as she glanced at the commotion inside her house by the Humming Bird of her house and the way everyone prayed that she could be the pride of theirs.
A few minutes later the same melodious house turned intoa buzz fare as huge plates of pakoda's and trays filled with tea cups was brought into the verandah where evryone enjoyed their morning with retro music playing in the background. The locality had never been like this, sometime back aybody would have looked at this old aged colony as a dead barren land but now it was the most active and colorful valley of Banglore.
"Waise maan na padega Kaveri, tumhari laadli ne iss jagah ki raunak hi badal di hai." a lady giggled as she praised the old lady's acquaintance.
"Laadli se yaad aya. Hai kidhar hamari Mulagi." another one asked.
"Wahi jahan hamesha jaati hai Bappa aur hamari subah banane ke baad." the old lady giggled.
The teenage girls ran wearing their gunghroos as they realised that they were indeed late for their weekend classes. As they halted infront f the banyan tree out of their breaths, they looked arounf for their teacher and sighed as she wasn't in sight. That lecture queen was not what they wanted first thing in the morning.
"Chalo didi abhi tak aai nahin hai."
"han yaar bach gaye warna toh aaj pakka lecture milta."
"han aati aur bolti ki, yahan main competition ke liye itni pareshaan hoon aur tum log phirse late ho, huh"
The girls giggled as they made fun of their teacher unknown to the storm right behind them.
"Achcha aur kya bolti." came a voice behind them.
"Are yahi ki hum kitne irresponsible ho gay hai aur-" the girl in a purple churidar suit halted in her mimickery as she saw her teacher right infront of her face.
"Aaj toh pakka gaye." one of the other students murmured as they eyed the she- devil with the red angered eyes.
"Nahin maa yeh wala nahin dekha tha maine." a girl with red wedding bangles in her hand cried to her mother.
"Kaveri Taai yeh kya hai. Aapne jo bag hume dikhaya tha yeh toh woh hai hi nahin. Woh apki shop ki saree ka matching tha na ab dekhiye na meri beti kitni udaas hai." her mother demanded.
"Par Aunty Aaji aur maine bahut dhundha woh bag magar uski demand itni thi ki lagta hai sab bikk gaye." Shriya, the sales girl replied.
"Woh sab main kuch nahin jaanti. Apki itni reputation hai market main isliye hum idhar aaye aur aap hai ki hume aise mayyoos kar rahi hai." the lady taunted.
"Dekhiye aunty-" shriya tried to explain only to be stopped by the old lady.
"Nahin Shriya. Dekho Urvashi mana ki maine hi woh bag tumhe dikhaya tha par ab woh nahin hai toh main isme kuch nahin kar skti. Agar yeh saree leni hai toh lo warna main aur kuch nhin kahungi." Aaji , the old lady replied joining her hands.
"Huh itni akad achchi nahin hai Aaji. Aap bahut purani hai iss handmade business main lekin iska matlab yeh nahin hai ki humme isse achcha samaan aur kahin nahin mil sakta hai." Urwashi aunty taunted and pulled her daughter to leave.
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RAGHVI FF : A PHOENIX
FanfictionA story of a new beginning. The rise of a phoenix after being burnt into ashes by the same people she trusted and loved the most. peep in to know more. I was a princess made of ashes; there is nothing left of me to burn. Now it's time for a queen to...
