My Child Bride MiNeil version

Part 1

Important Note-

Its an adaptation of great author Rabindra Nath Tagore ji's work "Samapti". Till now numerous bengali, hindi and other language films and tv shows have shown this story. So this time I am trying to present it in my own way. I am only an amateur writer so please keep this fact in mind and forgive my mistakes. Just read the story with open heart and shower your love as always.

P.S. Ignore the typos and grammatical errors.

Part 1

Neil stepped out from the cab as he arrived home. He paid the rent and moved towards his bunglow. He looked around and smiled feeling the atmosphere of his hometown. He has been completing his graduation in Delhi. Being a big and crowded city, it had all the luxries but devoid of fresh air and that special fragrance of soil, the calm environment his home town Patiala had. He missed his town and home so much, more than it he missed his mother.

He lost his father when he was just 15. Since then his mother, Shakuntala Devi had not only raised him single handedly but also took care of all the properties and family business alone. Shakuntala Devi was strong willed lady. She believed in her culture strongly. According to Neil, she was somewhat conservative but she had strong set of beliefs which she would not give up for anyone. She faced many hardships after her husband's demise but she took it all and didn't let anything come in between her son's studies. But now she was growing old. Even she needed support of Neil but Neil was adamant for doing post graduation while Shakuntala wanted him to get settled down in life and learn to manage business while she was capable of guiding him. This one topic was often the cause little fights and disagreement between the mother and son. Apart from this also the difference in thinking process and views about business and society in general often caused Neil to say that his mother has grown old and she should try more to accept views of new generation. Shakuntala devi use to try but often fail to bridge this generation gap.

Neil looked at his left and he could see their mango farm. They were big landlord of patiala and owned many such farms. But mango being his favourite fruit, this farm which was also located just in side of their bunglow was his favourite.

Neil smiled as he remembered his childhood. He used to run in the whole farm in search of perfect mangoes. He thought to take a stroll before going inside house. He turned towards the farm and went inside to relive his childhood. He had his eyes closed and was moving slowly when he suddenly fell down as his leg twisted because of the small pit full of water.

Neil fell down, face on the ground and splashes of water and mud on his clothes and face. Before he could have understood what happen and stand up again he heard laughter. He looked at his right side and there were bunch of kids laughing on him hysterically, making fun of him. But what caught his attention was a beautiful girl laughing with them, sitting on a mango tree.

Neil was angry on those bratty kids for laughing on him like that instead of helping him but he forgot his anger when his eyes landed on that girl. Her attire looked weird for a girl's clothing. She was in plain jeans and boys collar t shirt. Neil looked at her face, She had cutest nose in the world, he thought. Her eyes, melting chocolate with caramel color, almond shaped, her lips, perfectly shaped light pink color like those barbie dolls and not to be missed, her hair....her long hairs which came upto her waist, somewhat curly, dark brown, unkempt, unruly.... wild....her whole persona was wild. He had seen many beautiful girls in Delhi but she was different from them. The polished, sophisticated, almost fake personalities of those girls seems very dull in front of this raw, small town beauty. Her laughter....carefree and captivating....he couldn't stop himself from staring her in order to drink her beauty as much as he could while the girl and the kids gang kept laughing on him.