Midnight Reveries | ishan k. × shubman g. Oneshots

Mann: heart that beats for you (Part 1)

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The first encounter

There was a small and village of about 100 houses named Rangpura.

Despite having such a colourful name, the appearance of Rangpura was completely opposite. It was usually quiet all the time, the residents living a monotonous life.

It neither had celebrations nor the time to check on the well-being of others.

So boring that it had earned the name Berangpura by the neighborhood villages and towns.

But today it was a bit different. Rangpura, as its name says, was decorated with bright hues of red, orange, pink, violet, green and all the other colours.

Today, the zamindar of their state was paying a visit with his family.

There were trumpets and drums being played continuously at the entrance of the village.

As soon as the carriage of zamindar and his family entered, flowers were spread onto them as if the heavens were blessings them all.

The 'mukhiya' (chief) of Rangpura came forth for their welcoming ceremony.

"Maa, I don't want to go to that Berangpura. Let's go home. " Whined the little son of the zamindar while his mother calmed him down, to no avail.

Amidst the noises of the instruments playing, the little child's attention was caught by a rather faint noise... or what he would call a melody.

The light melody which made him forget his wish to go back home.

The 'chhan-chhan' of payal (anklets).

The boy looked at the direction from where the sound was coming and saw a boy, seemingly younger and shorter than him, jumping around, his legs adorning the source of this sound.

"Hello! What is your name little baby? And how old are you?" A four year old Shubman, son of the zamindar handed out his hand to the payal-boy.

"His name is Ishan, chhote maalik. Three years old. And he can't speak. He is mute." Answered mukhiya ji, also Ishan's father.

As Shubman glanced at Ishan's father and again to Ishan, the boy had hid behind a lady, presumably his mother, chewing the corner of her pallu.

Shubman went towards him and asked again, "Will you be my friend?".

Sensing the comfort in the taller boy's words, Ishan forwarded his hands and smiled.

Ishan gestured something to Shubman, which surprisingly for him, he could understand. Ishan pointed towards Shubman, then himself and finally made a walking sign with his index and middle fingers.

"You want me to come with you?" He asked to confirm to which the shotter boy nodded.

"Okay, let me ask my baba first." He said and went towards his father.

"Baba may I go with Ishan? He wants to play with me." He asked his father with a smile.

His father, first unsure, saw his child's happiness and permitted him to go.

Ishan started taking him to the biggest house of the village, situated at the far end.

As they were moving, Shubman observed how the road to Ishan's house was decorated. He wondered if this is really the same Berangpura he had heard about from his friends at school.