The Hospital

Dinner At The Orphanage

Though Sneha was livid with Vivaan, she did not do anything. She was visiting the orphanage after a long time and she wanted to be nice to everyone. Unlike her, Vivaan returned after many years to the orphanage only to play more pranks on others. Not only did he scare many little kids. He sent bouquets to many nuns which when touched threw water all over them. While the little boys laughed around with the wheat flour all over them, the caretakers had a hard time cleaning up the mess here and there.

During his childhood days, every day was trouble for the caretakers and nuns. Back then Vivaan often played pranks and was even scolded by the nuns. Since this was an orphanage, punishment was not given to the children as all of them were orphans. The duty of the nuns was to take care of them with love and affection. The priest who visited every Sunday for the prayers would emphasize that and would simply laugh if any child complained about Vivaan.

Luckily, he was soon adopted by a very rich man who was also a politician. His last name was changed to Reddy and everyone felt jealous after knowing about it. The Reddy's were considered a very rich and forward caste settled in Andhra and Telangana, meaning that Vivaan would get access to all kinds of luxury and education they could never have. This made many upset particularly the teenagers but no one could do anything about it. The priest did try to encourage others saying that God has plans for everyone. He believed that orphans had a direct connection with God.

Fortunately, Vivaan did not return to the girl's floor after creating the ruckus that involved Sneha. Later for dinner, they all sat in the dining area of the building which was on the ground floor. The dining hall had several rectangular, brown wooden tables with chairs and tables. Each table could be easily occupied by six people. The nuns took the first table near the entrance of the hall. Sneha and Sandra occupied a tablet along with another caretaker at the back of the hall.

Sneha sat beside Sandra. Vivaan had made arrangements for chicken biryani from a famous restaurant to be provided at the orphanage. That made everyone happy. Even though Sneha was irritated by his presence, she ignored it due to the smell of the delicious food. Since morning, she hardly ate anything because she was nervous about the interview. Even after that, her mind was filled with her next move.

Looking at the plate filled with the biryani, Sneha's mouth watered. After a long time, she was eating something very delicious. However, her mood was destroyed the moment she sat on the chair.

"POOT!"

A loud sound imitating a fart came from the chair. Almost the whole hall erupted with laughter while looking at her. Sneha's jaw dropped in shock and she immediately got up. She turned to look at her brown wooden chair but then she saw someone kneeling behind her chair. It was Vivaan who was kneeling on the floor with a microphone. Upon seeing Sneha, he slowly got up, making the same sound again. Many children laughed again. Sneha glared at him.

"Sandra Aunty, just look how viciously your favorite Sneha is looking at me. She looks just like a snake."

"Vivaan!" Warned Sandra.

"How wants to listen to a song?" Asked Vivaan loudly, holding a microphone in his right hand.

"We want!" Almost all the kids in the hall screamed.

They all seemed to be very excited and happy. Sneha could hardly blame them. They hardly get to eat meals like this and music along with food was the icing on the cake. Although she was upset with Vivaan singling her out again for a prank, she did not want to disrupt the good evening for the kids. She sat down silently again hoping to eat peacefully. Vivaan walked to the center of the hall holding a black guitar. Even the nuns very smiling at the music he began playing. It did not seem very old yet did not seem like a new song. The smooth melody gave a different vibe tonight.

"I see her through the window in front of my house,

I see her on the screen of my phone when I browse.

It's not the way she looks,

It's not the way she moves.

It is her eyes,

She is too wise.

She has anger on her face,

She is ready for any race.

That is why she has my heart,

But I ain't that smart."

'Which song is this? I never heard!' thought Sneha, raising her eyebrows.

"Helped her many times before,

Sadly She doesn't know.

Playing around like this,

Love feels like bliss.

How long will it take?

How long will I fake?

She lives in her world,

She sleeps at night curled,

She acts like she is too cold,

But she is a beauty who is bold."

"This song is good. It feels like he is telling about you." Said Sandra, smiling at Sneha.

"What? No way! I hardly spoke to him before this." Said Sneha, surprised.

"You remember, before he left, he supported and helped you whenever you were bullied." Sandra reminded Sneha, as she ate her dinner.

"I hardly remember those things. It was long back. How do you expect me to remember? I just remember very few things." Said Sneha, frowning.

"You remember everything that happened to your parents though."

"What about Sister Angela? Where is she? Ever since I came I did not see her?"

"I see, you are diverting the topic. No problem, as you wish. Sister Angela is in Kerala now.."

"Why?" Asked Sneha, widening her eyes.

"They needed someone who could stay and give the same catholic care in an orphanage there." Replied Sandra, as he ate a piece of chicken.

"It's not the way she looks,

It's not the way she moves.

It is her eyes,

She is too wise.

She has anger on her face,

She is ready for any race.

That is why she has my heart,

But I ain't that smart."

Everyone clapped their hands as Vivaan finished singing. Smiling proudly, he kept his right hand over his stomach and he bowed in all directions.

"This was my very own song. I hope you all liked it." Said Vivaan.