HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SAMMY BABY 😘
The smile that glows Nithin’s young manly face is glibly. Today he’s successfully put an end to his long time distressing vacillation. Now he is all clear and free minded. Being a very ebullient head of the family, he is now rather happy for his pretty wife and his four year old cute, little boy than for himself. A long time want of his wife has been fulfilled this morning and since then he’s been into the irresistible construction of colorful fantasies for the rest of his life with his wife and son. No more hurdles and hindrances. Only him and his family. A happy family and him a responsible, proud head of it. Once he reaches home now, his wife who always carries the traces of life will smile warmly at him. She’ll be happy by now. Because of him. What else a typical, averagely earning young man does prefer to a lovely wife welcoming him back home with her beautiful face suffusing with healthy color?
It is irrespective the passage of time as he is still nevertheless contented even it is a noon now. A rush of curiosity creeps into his blood, rucking his forehead when his eyes happen to fall upon the passersby abruptly forming a crowd nevertheless giving no trouble to consider the peak summer time in Mumbai. He automatically turns the wheel toward the urgently looming crowd. Lowering down the window, he pokes around his head. The crowd is already dense and shields him from seeing what’s going on in the first place that manages to catch the immense attention of busy citizens. He gets out of his car and inquisitively pried into the crowd tearing the people apart.
“What’s going on?” he asks one lady who gives him back only a black glare over her shoulder when he pushes her impertinently to look into the matter.
The happiness in returning to home makes him let the insult pass aside. He delves in further and the scene that he gets to see makes him standstill, adjusting to the thuggish crowd rocking his whole body to and fro.
Under that giant Peepal tree, there lays a man unruly on his side; sickly, untidy, languid and lethargic. His clothes are threadbare and he seems like he’s been with empty stomach for a considerable period which is enough to lose life anytime now. His ribs and collarbone are stuck out. His eyes half open. One of the women from the crowd takes out a water bottle from her handbag and another impatient man seizes it from her to sprinkle the droplets over the sick man’s face. While he gradually comes out of his peers, completely out of the blue a little monkey jumps down from the tree. With a shocking whoosh of sound, everyone tries moving back on impulse. But they’re stopped, gluing to the ground in awe when the man lifts his trembling hand and gestures to not be frightened, trying to form out words.
“Don’t…panic,” he drawls in reassurance, his voice a rough sound of dim squeal.
The man slowly gets up with the help of the one who sprinkled water. Nithin’s impertinence turns into a decent interest when he watches the man unzips his dirty, ragged bag with his wrinkled, shaky fingers. Nithin has to change his idea that the man is sick from long period of being without food as he takes out a bunch of freshly plucked banana. He pets the monkey caressing its mane and Nithin notices that the sight of fresh fruit fails to tempt the animal. It just pushes away his hand, simply blinking its innocent, love filled eyes at him.
What! Would his little son believe him if he says that a monkey denied bananas?
“This is strange,” the other man said in amazement, shaking his head.
“No.” The sick man gives a rueful chuckle. “He loves me,” he whispers staring in the animal’s eyes in a response to its demand of love. “My stomach isn’t good and he doesn’t eat if I don’t.”
“Really!” one woman astonishes.
Nithin forgets his reason to be happy with the expression on the sick man’s tanned face as he gives a lazy smile to the lady, arranging his long grown beard with his fingers. “Yeah, really,” he says laconically as if the crowd needs to be dispersed and let him free.
Nithin doesn’t know where he gets the courage from as he usually doesn’t open his mouth in public but always a shallow wuss. “Is this your pet?” he keenly asks, and the whole crowd comes on the same page with him giving faces full of avid gazes to the old man.
“Do I manage to give a look like spending on a spree for a pet?” The sick man gives a helpless chortle that almost reverberates. “No. He’s been with me since he was born. His mother didn’t know he fell down from the tree and left it behind.” He looks at Nithin understanding his eagerness. “I fed him once. Since then he’s been with me and follows me devotedly.” His voice stutters down, lacking energy when he finishes the sentence.
Nithin abruptly moves back pushing through the thronged crowd, unable to listen to the story anymore. His veins suddenly lacks the source that has warmed the cockles of his heart all these while. He’d become glum and wants to reach home as soonest so that he can be happy again.
After about half an hour, he reaches his dear home. As expected, his beautiful wife, opens the door for him; her face warm and brims with love. The sparking stars in her eyes grows a genial creeper over his tired muscles, curls about his skin, but yet his handsome face doesn’t smile back. It just can’t. The overwhelming warmth of his wife’s smile doesn’t manage to take the chill off his painfully bleeding soul.
Her brows knits together in suspicion. “Hey, are you okay?” She touches the back of her hand to his forehead in concern.
“Yeah, I’m,” he says wearily, throwing his bag on the chair.
He was wrong. He thought, he can become normal again after looking at his beloved wife, but he just can’t. With each growing minute, his mind sinks only deeper and deeper into the brown. He is no more a happy and no more clear minded.
“Nithin, baby, what is it? Tell me,” she worries.
He manages a thin smile. “I shouldn’t have done this.”
Her eyes flares with panic and disappointment with the sober knowledge of his husband’s clipped words. “Oh, baby, not again, please,” she says pleasingly. “I tell you, you’ll see how independently our life is gonna be,” she assures zestfully taking his face in her tender hands. “Our son is gonna be trouble free from all the problems. Now, please, don’t bring this again.”
“This isn’t again,” he indisputably snaps. “Tomorrow, I’m going back there. Everything will be fine and our son will be happy with you only if I do this.”
Without giving his wife one more look, he stomps into his bedroom. His eyes have attained clarity like not glibly but surely. He realizes startlingly he shouldn’t have admitted his mother in that old age home. He can be happy again. But not now. Only after bringing his lovely, old lady back. She is the reason for his blood and bones, and he can’t find his life in this house without the virtue of the basic source in that angelic smile. His mother will be with him until her peaceful deathbed and he is going to have her back, he promises himself.
He is bold enough to be the head of the family and he discovers it anew; the true meaning of being a family leader. His heart comfortably settles down in its sac and he goes to sleep determinedly.
Hey Sammy dear, I was seriously not into ur page. But since some days ago i’ve been making me available for one shots kind. Wen i saw today ‘ur engagement ring’ like three shot i went into it curiously n wat!!! u r awesome. Baby, i was so much excited going thru ur work. n sorry fr being late n tat, too, cuming up wid a moral concept. Hehehe. but i love to write concepts like these, too. actually i was thrilled to see our dear rossy’s epilogue of dark n went to read tat. even bfr leaving cmmnt on her page i started writing this. Dont mind the flaws lol but dear Sammy, cud u do me a favor? If ur other works r supposed to be here, pls do mention them for me. I will b so much pleased to read urs. B’cos u r simply AMAZING. Love u dear. Stay blessed n be happy, my dear sister.
A revelation tat I always used to love ur profile pic of ArDhika but didnt hv any idea tat u r an awesome author here. Tight hug, my shona. u r stupendous.
Hope u arent disappointed with me nt giving a prologue as u wished 😘😊 Sorry fr the belated wish, sweetheart. Loads of love – urs Thena.
Credit to: Thena