NEXT DAY
As the encounter went well with Dadi ma, Teja goes back to her home before the sun rises.
A 20 min drive from Awadh & you will find a pleasant colony. It's a 6 acre square plot planned just like a gated community wherein individual houses are present with well connected roads, a play ground, common hall, society swimming pool etc.
As soon as the car entered their society, a smile steals her lips feeling the serenity around. It is 6'O clock in the morning & the Sun is still resting but she could see the walking track filled with her colony people.
She chuckled as she saw young boys exercising with t-shirts & shorts putting a show to the girls who are no where intrested in them.
"Ruko.Ruko.Ruko",she shrieks taking her bag & phone, ready to get down.
Because of her unexpected yelps, Krish applies break & in a blink she gets down. Krish didn't get what she's doing,
"Kya kar rahi ho thum?Ghar abhi aaya nai hein", he reminds her fully confused while she takes her trolley out.
"I know.Mein sab ko 'hi' bolke jaungi warna sabke ghar jana padtha hein hi bolne keliye", she so energetically pulls the handle of the trolley.
"Bye Krish", she bids in hurry already walking away pulling the luggage with her.
Krish stares at her amazed by the way she's shouting "Hi" to all the people on the walking track, on the foot path, basically whoever she sees.
Chuckling, he reverses the car muttering, "Pagal".
Greeting every leaf & ant, Teja finally sees her sweet duplex home where a police car is parked afront with a constable waiting.
"Woah",her eyes lit up at the scene & she jogs to her home in full josh.
Reaching the blue gates of her cosy abode, she waves to the constable and steps onto the stony passage way which ends in the portico.
The main door is left open so she cautiously puts her head inside when she hears a firm voice...her favourite voice to say.
"Geetha,mera stars kaha hein?"
Giggling to herself, she sneakily gets inside the house & into the room where the voice is coming from.
Again she hides behind the wall & peeks into the room to see a tall,stuart man in his late 40's looking like as fit as a fiddle. He's in khaki shirts & pants & his back is facing her.
Sweetly smiling at him, her eyes search for a small brown chest where she finds it on a nearby desk.Soothing her palms, she trudges inside the room & warily takes the box & stands behind him who's busy in a call.
She opens the box & her eyes sparkle at the things present in it.
Picking the shining Ashoka emblem from the chest, she fixes it in the centre on either of his flaps along with a star & the 'IPS' badge at the edges.
That's her father Vijaya Verma, IPS.Presently Additional Superintendent,South Delhi commissionerate.
Fixing stars & emblem for her father is an honour for her.
If she's home, she's the one who does that & nobody should do it.
In her childhood, when her father used to carry her in his uniform,she could not rest her head on his shoulder because the stars would cause discomfort to her chubby cheeks.
They are shining for sure but they are also sharp & rugged which she disliked the most.
She used to frown at them every time & one day she even asked her father.
