The Changed Equation (Short Stories)

4.1

A baby boy 8 months old is crying laying on the bed, roaming his eyes in the empty room looking for his mother, second later a sweet voice came from bathroom making his cries slow down, baby kept looking in the direction from where voice is coming...
Chanda hai tu mera suraj hai tu
O meri aankhon ka tara hai tu...

A lady came out clipping her hairs in a clutcher with a smile on her face, she looked at her baby who is enjoying her singing while staring her...
Chanda hai tu mera suraj hai tu
O meri aankhon ka tara hai tu
Chanda hai tu mera suraj hai tu
O meri aankhon ka tara hai tu

Walking in his direction, she kneeled down and start caressing his hairs..
Jiti hu main bas tujhe dekhakar
Iss tute dil ka sahara hai tu
Chanda hai tu mera suraj hai tu
Her eyes teared up...

Tu khele khel kayi, mera khilona hai tu
Tu khele khel kayi, mera khilona hai tu
Jisase bandhi har aasha meri
Mera wo sapna salona hai tu
Nanhasa hai kitana sundar hai
Tu chhotasa hai kitana pyara hai tu
Chanda hai tu mera suraj hai tu
Picking him up, she start twirling him trying to make him smile... But baby start crying, in no mood to play he forward his arms signalling his mother that he needs her closer.. getting what her baby is demanding she brought him close to her, resting his head on her shoulder.. continued her work

Jo bhi tujhe dekhe woh
Yeh kahe kis maa ka aisa dulara hai tu
Chanda hai tu mera suraj hai tu
O meri aankhon ka tara hai tu
Jiti hu main bas tujhe dekhakar
Iss tute dil ka sahara hai tu
Chanda hai tu mera suraj hai tu...
Kissing his head, she single handedly packed his necessary things in small bag, baby boy knowing where they are heading to start biting her skin to show his disagreement..

"Amu yeh sab karne se kuch nahi hoga, aaj injection toh lagega..."
In response Amish fisted her hair in his hands pulling them...
"No amu.. this is wrong..." She detached him from herself and Amish pouted as if understanding everything...

One person who is standing outside the room wiped his tears, pasting a small smile entered in...
"Chale Mishti" he asked her entering inside..

Nodding her head Mishti picked up the bag and walk towards him.. "hold"

His hands reached near the bag..
"Amu ko..." Mishti spoke in cold voice..

Abir tenderly pasted Amish to his chest, closing his eyes he cherished the moment when his son is near to him, he knows that it won't last longer...

Coming out of the Maheshwari Sadan, Mishti demanded keys of car but Abir insisted that he will drive...

"I will drive.. tum aaram se peeche Amu ke saath beth jao... Fir ek hafte ke baad miloge..." Mishti spoke not looking into his eyes

"How do you know...?"

"Kuhu ne bataya ki tum kal ek hafte ke liye Mumbai ja rahe ho Kunal ke saath..."

"Mishti mein tumhe batane vala tha..."

"It's ok Abir, har cheez outsiders ko batana jaruri nahi hota.. ab chaabi do, varna late ho jayega..." Hurt is clearly visible in her eyes

Handing over the keys to her, Abir looked into her eyes.. "kayin ghaav kabhi nahi bharte?"

"Nahi bharte.." looking away, Mishti get inside the car entering key turned on the engine...
Abir patting Amish head sat on the back seat...