Dusk till Dawn.[ON HOLD]

Chapter 06. A glance of the past.

Dehradun.

The last plot of one of the posh lanes of Dehradun city, was vibrantly buzzing with clamorous arrangements for tomorrow's grandeur celebration. The upmarket building painted in eye-catching pastels was decked up richly, showing off the surplus wealth of its residents.

There among all the cacophonous clutter sat Yash in the center of the Bedi-house garden, engrossed in a wholly different world.

Retd Lt. Colonel. Yash Bakshi was a proud soldier and had done as much as he could to be honest to his challenging profession. During the early days of his youth, his sole purpose of life was to follow the footsteps of his soldier father. He had intricately chalked out his entire life plan in those days when he was still enjoying the lively spring of his youth.

Life had been fortunately easy owing to his supportive parents, but that didn't mean he had no idea of the grueling world raging around.

Yash and Rudra belonged to that class of the society which was neither pompously affluent nor awfully impoverished. They could afford receiving boundless knowledge but weren't allowed the license to dream.

Yash not for once had second thoughts regarding his humble career plans. His father wanted him to join the forces and he was more than happy to comply. For in those days, kids blindly believed parents with their important life decisions. And till date Yash didn't regret the decision he had made under the honest influence of his loving old man.

However the same was not with Rudra. His father had  ardently dreamt of seeing his son wear the white coat with a sheeny stethoscope dangling around his neck.

Not for once was he interested to ask his son of what he wished to do. He didn't have the stomach to ask Rudra what made his heart beat wildly with excitement? Or what made him lose sleep at long weary nights or what made him jump out of the bed to make a remarkable difference in the fast progressing world?

Never did he enquire about, "What were HIS dreams?"

And, how long could Rudra tolerate the sickening nuisance his life was being turned into? Eventually differences grew to such an extent from where there was no coming back.

Today, he didn't wish to look back at what had left him heartbroken and defenseless into the cunning world. He was better off without the namesake family.

Rudra articulately dreamed to pursue culinary as his profession till retirement. He had grown interest for flavors, by chance. Growing up he had seen the woman of his family being confined to the kitchen, day and night attentively filling every rumbling stomach not only with appetizing food but also insurmountable love. He had zealously wished to do the same.

The mystifying happiness on hearing flattering praises for cooking a tasty meal, getting obscure recognition for being bestowed with skills that were not everyone's cup of tea and the heart filling satisfaction after eating a delicious food. He wished to own all of them.

The happiness, recognition and satisfaction.

Although to own them he had to be first disowned by his own.

Apart from his father's macabrely dictatorship if there was something incessantly constant in Rudra's life, then it was his friendship with Yash. Being loyal to his friendship, Yash had supported him in all the ghastly nightmares and unfair downfalls.

When Yash was leaving for his military training the Bakshi's voluntarily took in Rudra as their son and looked after him better than his family ever could. Since then the Bakshi couple had three sons; Mehir, Yash and Rudra.