Their Romeo, His Juliet

Chapter 3

--Flashback--

Krishnaa's POV:

"Yeah Maa I reached."

"Yes.. Yes.. Very much safely!"

I said to my mother on the phone call which was pressed lightly between my ears and the junction between my shoulder and neck. My one hand was carrying the suitcase and purse, and my other hand was busy holding my precious voilon.

"Yes, daddy... The voilon is also safe. Don't worry!" I chuckled. He probably loved this voilon more than he loved me.

"Haa.. Yes.. Understood daddy.. Yes. I will keep it safe."

"Yep I am in lift now."

I checked everything once again to make sure that I don't miss any of my belongings.

"Yeah, here it is! I reached my room mom." I said to my mom and as I carefully unloaded the things off the lift. I took the keys out of my purse, which I had taken from the receptionist a few moments ago.

I gently unlocked the door and pushed it.

"Wow Maa! The room is larger and spacious than I expected!" A heartful exclaim left past my lips as I gazed inside-out of the room.

"Okay nana. Do the work of adjusting everything into your new room later. Go to the mess, have something and have a good night's sleep. You need to wake up early right." I heard the caring voice of my mother over the phone.

"As you say Maa, Good night." I lightly kissed the phone.

"And keep the violin in a safe place nana." My father told. I chuckled, "Yes daddy. I will keep it more safely than my life. Good night."

I heard the phone being angrily snatched by my mother. "You don't pay much attention of your father's words darling. For him, voilon is much more important. Always voilon, voilon, huh!" My mom murmured.

"Krishnaa, listen, I didn't mean that my daughter." My father said taking the phone from my mother. "What do you mean by you didn't mean that? When I was pregnant, then also violin violin. When I was in labour, then also violin violin. When Krishnaa was born, then also violin violin!"

"Arrey I played violin at that time to sooth your pain." My father's reply had me laughing.

"Why are you laughing? I am trying to support you!" My laughter ceased when my mother told me that, but still I was biting back a chuckle.
"What else can I expect from you both? Like father, like daughter." My mother sighed.

"Maa I think the whole night will pass like this in your argument only. Like it's already 1 AM. Now if you allow me, then I will change and sleep."
I said after a few seconds of silence.

"No!" I frowned.

"First you will eat." my parents said together making me smile, "Okay I will eat. Good night."

"Good night."

And I hung up the call.

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"International Institute of Higher education and sciences." I gazed at the headboard and then at the pamphlet which was held loosely in one of my palms.

"Professor Ananda, master of Indian Classical and Ethical music and dance. Specialty : Playing voilon. Experience :  20 years."

So he was that particular person who taught my father music. And now, he will be teaching me music. I felt very much excited today! 

I checked my dressing once again. I was draped in a green colored half saree with minimal jewelleries that included two bright golden bangles on either side of my wrists, a choker necklace hanging down my neck and partially touching my chest, and two small earrings. My braided hair reached my waist. I had decorated the upper part of it with some mogra flowers. And apart from that, a small red bindi was decorating my forehead.