UNTAMED - A SWASAN STORY( Slow editing)

Chapter 1

Kolkata

"I will be there in sometime Sharmistha...Shona aur yaado ko bolo baba unke saare fav toys leke aa rahe hain..unhe baat karni hai ... I am driving Sharmistha ..Just tell them ki..."Engrossed in his talk ,Sekhar didn't notice figure crossing the road and in next minute ,there was a loud crash.

Sekhar screeched his car..and rushed down . By then the crowd gathered at accident site. Sekhar made his way from crowd and froze at sight in front of him..It's a kid, of 10 years lying in pool of blood.

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Half conscious lying on floor..all he remembered was being tossed in air and hitting the ground,feeling the cold gravel of road beneath him, dimly aware of his own blood seeping in warm runlets...and then everything descended into black.

After two days ..lying on bed in room of house completely foreign to him, he scanned surroundings curiously.This is first time he found himself tucked warmly into softness of quilt, the room half the size of common hall of his orphanage, there were cushions and pillows tucked neatly arranged on divan, paintings and framed needle work hung around walls, curtains slightly drawn away from windows letting in soft amber glow of the sunrise, and chirping of birds as they flitted from tree to tree. He felt Dull throb in head, his hand instinctively reached the bandage wrapped around his head..Events flashed before him...oh the accident.His instinct was immediately alert as he heard the sound of foot steps. In vain attempt to get up from bed he only struggled further.

"Don't move ..it will hurt "His head snapped up to find an middle aged lady rushing to his side keeping aside the tray she held.She gently reached out to him , helped him to lean on to pillow " How are you now? Feeling any better ? oh ..the head it's still hurting right. Don't worry beta ..Doctor gave some painkillers ..just have this breakfast and rest .You will be fine." He watched her talking endlessly and finally when she paused

"Who are you ? where I am ?" he asked in a low voice

"I am Sharmistha . she smiled warmly " the accident " she suddenly sounded apologetic" It was my husband Sekhar"

"Oh... He nodded that explains all, then an middled aged man walked in ..and lady who called herself sharmistha turned to him " Sekhar dekho isse hosh aagaya".

Sekhar.. Her husband he mentally made a note.

"I hope you are feeling better he walked upto them and settled besides his wife

.. "Sharmistha ..I think you should feed him.His hand is hurt as well" Nodding lady reached out to the tray and held a spoonful of what looked like a soup before his mouth ..which he bluntly refused.

"Have it ..You will feel better ..you need to take your medicines too. Don't you want to get well soon?" There was a sense of ease and warmth in his tone and ladies eyes showered the same warmth ..but besides that he got a point ..If he needs to get out of here , he needs to get well. He took the spoonful of soup in.

"I am sorry beta .. woh galti se ..I am really sorry..I didn't know any whereabouts of you so I brought you here." Sekhar started to explain

"Its ok Sir ..Atleast you didn't leave me to die..If you wished you could have." his tone was bitter.Sekhar and sharmistha exchanged a glance.

"What is your name beta ?" Sekhar asked " I Don't have one" he answered staring into space before him ."Your parents , family ?Sharmistha tried.

"I have none"

"Matlab tum ?"

"Anath hoon" ..he answered with no flicker of emotion on his face.

Concern crossed Shekar and Sharmistha as they looked at each other then at kid. Sekhar realised it must have been tough for this kid ..all these years especially not having someone to call your own.Sharmistha heart went out for the poor kid."Koi baat nahi beta .. You can stay with us here "she gently placed a hand on his shoulder , which he jerked off. Sekhar gently nodded looking at Sharmistha who looked taken aback.