Short Tales

Part- 2

Sana was nervous as it was the first time she was going to meet someone for her nuptial. It was going to be very big decision of her life. Well, her future depended upon it. She knew that her family would never force her to get married. It would be her decision completely but now-a-days, the media has created such a chaos in our life that one can never trust other on their face value. The most she fears to be a victim of 'Savdhan India' scene. It is true that her parents would never do anything wrong for her but the fear for her future was settled in her heart. Also, there were butterflies. How would be the man? Would he be good- looking? What if it was love at first sight? And if it was love at first sight, would their opinions match? If not, they will be fighting all the time?

She had an idea in her mind. She is an avid book reader. Obviously, she'd marry a book lover. If not, they weren't destined to be together. Yes! she will ask him about his favorite books.

Huh, problem solved. Now, come whoever you are. I'm ready to face you.

Siddharth was sleeping in his room. His mother Smriti knocked on the door. When he didn't answer, she knocked and called out his name.

Sm- Siddharth!!

Sid- Hmmm

She knocked again.

Sm- SIDHARTH!

Sid grumbled in sleep. Then she knew that he'd not wake up easily. She called the head servant and asked for keys of his room. The servant brought the keys and she opened the door. The scene before her eyes made her furious.

The room looked like it had faced a hurricane. 

Sm- Mr. Siddharth Vijay Pathhak! Get up right now.

Sid got up and sat straight. He didn't know what happened but it was his reflex. He looked around with sleepy eyes and rubbed them to see clearly.

Sid- Kya hua. Kisi  ko lagi to nhi. And yawned.

Sm- Lagi nhi hai Mr. par bahut jald hi lagegi.

Sid- Good Morning Mom.( trying to stifle his yawn)

Sm- Sid, yeh kya haal kiya hai room ka.

Sid- Pehle aap yahan aao. 

She went close to the bed. He pulled her hand to make her sit on the bed.

Once seated, he kept his head in her lap. Instinctively, she began to message his head.

Sid- Mom, wo kal raat ko party thi na. To aap ghar pe nhi the. Mujhe kapde nhi mil rhe the.

Sm- To room ka yeh haal kiya?

Sid- Kiya nhi apne aap ho gya. ( making a sad face)

Sm- Achha. Mera chhota sa nalayak beta. ( pinching his cheek)

Sid- Main chhota hun. Dr. Pathhak apka number badh gya hai.

Sm- Maa ke liye bache hamesha chhote hi hote hain. Mera cute bacha hai tu to.

Sid- Main cute nhi hot hun. 

Sm- Huh! maine tujhe janam diya hai. kitna pink pink tha tu. Mujhe to abhi bhi waise hi dikhta hai. Chal chhod ye sab. Uthh ja aur apne kamre ki safai kar. 

Aur kal tune kya pehna party mein. Main tera suit tayaar kar ke gyi thi.

Sid- Mujhe nhi mila wo to maine naya mangwa liya.

Sm- Waah! dekho sahib ko. Ek cheez nhi milti tujhe teri. Kya karta hai tu mera bina. Waise ek sample hai mere samne. 

Ek aur baat, dadaji ne kaha hai aaj kahin jana hai.