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That Falling Kite – part 2
“Shinde…who are these kids and what are they doing here….tell them to leave otherwise how will we check the site?” Shivay said as he noticed all those kids running here and there.
“Sir, they are poor slum kids….it is their play area for years…I will tell them to leave.” Shinde said leaving for the said.
This hundreds of miles stretched barren plateau was the best place for the sister factory of this popular MNC they were trying to work with, this food carton providing company was working with 100 % recycling policy and they had been satisfied with the role it was playing in greening the environment.
Thinking about the deal, he walked to the other side of plateau where a few boys were flying a kite. He knew these developments will lead these kids no place to play but then it was his work and he had to do it …anyway he too was trying to help the society in one way or other way.
“Sir, once the work starts they will themselves stop coming here, right now they won’t hear.” Shinde apologized.
“Okay. Did you get any call when they are arriving?” he asked taking a look on his watch.
“The meeting in main factory has been ended sir, with senior boss they will be reaching here in half an hour.” Shinde replied to him.
“Okay, come with me and get me the building design Anand mailed this morning.” He said getting into the car.
“Yes sir.” Shinde nodded and went to fetch the file from the briefcase.
“Cheeku, did you see Ragi? He didn’t come to me from last night; even his mother had been searching him.” Enquired the lady they fondly called Maayi.
“He didn’t come??” he was surprised. “He was with me last evening we flew the kite together….i will go see him.” He said as he kept his sleeping sister to the little cot this shell had.
“I will be back in night Maayi and here I have kept the double-breads here.” He said keeping the wrapped food there.
“Okay Son,” and the lady bid him bye and seeing his sleeping sister he left for the work place but before he had to meet someone else or more correctly search someone.
“Ma ….Don’t know why but today I am restless.” she told her worries to her mother in law as they were waiting for their turn.
“It’s okay Anika, it is common in pregnancy.” Caressing her arms the lady answered. “It happens, with babies growing bigger the suspicions are usual to come and it’s your hormones too.” The lady who owned a royal calmness in her voice assured her.
“Yeah, maybe you are right,.” She thought to not think anything. But at Harshi’s time I wasn’t this afraid she couldn’t help but go there.
“Ma’am, come with me.” the nurse called her and entering inside she tried to breathe deeply to help herself.
“So ready Mrs Singh,” The Dr. in her mid-30s smiled to her with the little equipment already in her hand.
“You didn’t come last time,” Dr enquired checking the chart.
“Yeah, I had been too tired and the backache was not letting me stand for a moment.” She told the reason slightly trembling as the nurse applied the cold gel on her exposed belly.
“Okay, but we shouldn’t be missing any checkup,” Dr. smiled ordering the nurse to switch on the screen.
“So ready to see how the baby is doing.” Dr. announced as she started rolling the round machine over her belly.
It was one of the best moments, seeing the life inside her moving and showing the life it held. The genuine smile already came on her face and she kept watching the screen adoring the dark image it was showing.
When suddenly Dr. trembled and asked the nurse to call another Dr. though in the usual calm voice.
“Any problem Dr.” she tried not to feel terrified.
“Actually I need to talk something with him…no problem Mrs. Singh.” Dr. assured her but as she got up from the bed she felt something was not right.
Sliding the plastic sack hanging on the two nails as a door, he made the day light to enter the dingy place, and the sight got him nauseous. He controlled the feeling and keeping his palm on his nose and mouth he entered inside.
A few nearly empty Fevicol bottles were sliding here and there with the little fire remains and with a shoelace strangled between his fingers his friend was sleeping or was dozing near his own shoes they have got in the rags.
He had been again drugging himself with it. He thought and called him rather rudely. “Ragi !!! get up, you filthy boy ….your mother had been searching you and here you were doing this .”
he nearly pushed him to the other corner to get a response and when he didn’t stir he decided to think about him later And call his mother instead.
It was perhaps the twentieth time he had caught him doing this, many in the slum had some kind of addiction and it was not that they wanted it but it was their need. The hours they worked and the humiliations they suffered made them rely on the wrong addictions and generation by generation it was easily taken by families.
**This simple trick wasn’t that much of relieving as some said but it too provided the pleasure, they used to pour a little fevicol on the shoelace then burned it and inhaled the little smoke they got and it provided the little sensation they were seeking.**
He told his friend many times it was wrong but his friend had gotten this addiction and perhaps it was hard to leave now.
“Tell me Dr. is something wrong there, you took more than usual.” The old lady questioned taking the seat beside her daughter in law in front of the doctor.
“No no… there is not anything serious but we wanted to do a few more tests to see the development of baby, you know today we do everything possible to check if baby is fine, and these tests will also tell if there is some serious issue with baby to be prepared beforehand.” Dr. smiled in that straight posture.
“She tried again to not think anything but this strange feeling was looming over there, she wanted to just run from here.”
“So Mrs. Singh, I want you to come on Wednesday…okay?” Dr. said writing something on her charts perhaps the appointment date and as they stood ready to leave.
“Wait….. I want you to come with your husband next time.” and this time her genuine but plastered smile confirmed her something was amiss.
So guys next part is updated, I am happy with the response first chapter got; it kind of encouraged me to come soon though I apologize if I was late :- ).
** I heard about this practice nearly 7 years back and you won’t believe but the poor kids and sometimes students too use it for the smoke sensation actually how the drugs and cigarettes provide, but it’s the milder version and dangerous too.
Note- please guys in any case don’t try this **Fevicol Practice….I am not promoting anything. I don’t know what age group is reading this story but I want you all to know this dark reality.
Also all those readers who liked Rangeela aka Ragi – do you still like him? I know you felt he was interesting or his life colorful and yes his life is colored but with different shades of darkness. I am afraid you would start hating him soon.
Quite a lot of things I have thought about this story…with time I will unclose them.
Now I am waiting for your response….no denying but this time I am eagerly waiting :- )
With love Morusya.