[Sequel of Rang Jo Lagyo: The Colours of Love; can be read as a standalone]
Who said people with perfect pasts don't have broken parts to them and who said people with shattered pasts don't have a sense of fulfilment in them?
When she has learned th...
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"Your hand goes like this in the front," I said bending down to correct the hand placement of a little girl who was keenly observing me and the rest of them followed her.
It has been a week since I've arrived in Mumbai and since then I have cleaned every inch of the house. I have gone out with Suhana massi and Ishaan uncle to various places around the city and it didn't take me much time to adjust to the city's charm. I even got to witness the most talked about Mumbai monsoons and let me tell you it is a fascinating experience. The earthly smell that erupts from the soil every time it rains brings a different kind of cheer to your soul. And how can I forget the taste of freshly fried pakode with adrak wali chai. It just elevates your experience of Mumbai monsoons.
The boredom was taking over me sitting at home all the time, so I had decided to start teaching little kids kathak at home itself. Suhana massi helped me to reach out to more people who wanted their kids to learn kathak. I was doing it for free since the joy that dancing gave me couldn't be measured in money. It's only been a day or two since few more girls have joined and now, I have a group of six little princesses who are eager to learn the basics of classical dancing. I was living my childhood through them all over again and my joy of dancing just enhanced watching them try their best to learn. I used to teach them in the front garden amongst all the white tulips and white roses during the evening time.
"That is all for today. I will see you tomorrow," I said kneeling down and spreading my arms wide. They all came running towards me taking me in a group hug and I almost managed to not fall back with the force they came at me. The little pairs of ghungroo around their feet made sounds when they came running. Standing up, I opened the knot of my black dupatta that I had tied by the waist diagonally over my plain black suit to prevent it from interrupting me during the practice. I watched them remove the strings off their feet and put their tiny backpacks and shoes on and leave one by one as their parents came to pick them up. I saw that one of them was struggling to put it on, so I went closer to her and adjusted the straps over her shoulder.
"There you go Kiara," I said lightly patting her cheek and scrunching my nose at her cuteness.
"Thank you didi," she replied and taking her hand in mine, I took her towards the gates to drop her off. I watched a car stop in front of the gate and it was the same car that comes to pick her every day.
"Bye didi," she waved at me and ran towards the car. I turned around smilingly and walked inside the gates.
"DIDI," I heard her panicked scream that made me halt on my tracks and my smile vanished instantly. I turned around to find her trying to come out the car window as a man was pulling on her backpack sitting on the driver's seat to keep her from escaping.
"Kiara," I screamed getting all panicked seeing the unfamiliar man and realised that it is not her father or anyone from her family. I ran in the direction of the car, but the man pushed the race that instant making the tires screech and leaving a cloud of dust behind. My heart was beating vigorously inside my chest as I looked around to see if someone was around.
