ABHIMAAN VERMA lived a carefree and joyful life in Sindhudurg, Konkan,Maharashtra. He was the only child of Abhira Sharma and Armaan Poddar, who always showered him with love and affection. Abhimaan had no idea about his family's past, and his paren...
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''Music is present in each and everything.'' Abhimaan struck the cords of the guitar, sitting on the pavement near Moti Talav.
''Abhimaan!'' Raunak chimed in from the other side of the lake waving a hand at him.
Abhimaan stood up and dusted his pants, holding the guitar in his left hand.
''Oh my! Raunak is here, mumma would have sent him for sure, looks like Papa is home! Run Maan!'' He mused to himself and saw the boats in lake.
''Bhau will you please drop me to the other side, it will be faster than my walking!'' He requested the boat driver and got inside the boat. His head banged over the wooden frame of the boat and the basket of jasmine flowers fell over him.
''Kai kartos mulga?'' A woman asked him, her eyebrows getting scrunched.
''Kaki maa- its better to be drenched in flower petals than in rain!'' Abhimaan exclaimed jokingly.
The woman seemed glum.
''Sorry for the loss kaki. I will be picking the fresh flowers for you from my garden-promise!'' Abhimaan said, pinching his throat and offering her a jasmine flower in the process
''Not your fault boy, let it be. I have seen a boy getting showered with flowers like a girl for the first time!'' The woman chuckled and Abhimaan sat opposite to her.
''Phoolon ke dhere hain saaye ghanere hain jhoom rahi hain hawaayein, aise nazaaron mein khilti bahaaron mein pyaar mile tu ruk jaayein!'' He sang and the woman seemed happy.
''Oye!" Raunak hit Abhimaan playfully on his arm. Abhimaan grinned, his eyes reflecting mischief under the golden hues of the setting sun.
"Uncle will surely bash you tomorrow, you know? Your exam is just around the corner and here you are, strumming your guitar like there's no worry in the world" Raunak teased, nudging Abhimaan's shoulder.
Abhimaan adjusted the guitar strap on his shoulder, his fingers absentmindedly plucking a soothing melody. "Music is my stress buster, Raunak. And besides, my Papa actually encourages me to pursue my passion for music. He often joins me for impromptu jam sessions in our backyard," Abhimaan replied with a twinkle in his eye.
Raunak chuckled, "Well, well, well... Look at you, Mr. Musician! By the way, do you have any idea what time it is? The sun is bidding us goodbye, my friend."
Abhimaan glanced at the sky. " I know, that's why I am walking briskly. Papa and Mumma will start worrying about me," he said.
"Wait, Abhimaan! Not walking... running! That's what you should be doing right now!" Raunak exclaimed with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Without a second thought, Abhimaan broke into a sprint, his laughter blending with the rustling leaves and chirping birds around them. Raunak followed suit, the two best friends racing as the evening painted the sky in hues of orange and pink.
