Scarecrow.

"Sur Divetia lives here," the newcomer asked from outside.

"Yes, yes, this is his house." A woman like Maji came out from inside with a worried face and asked, "What's his job?"

"A check for Rs 51,000 has been issued in his name from Mumbai. His sitar debut album has become very popular. So the producer is happy and has sent Shukan's check, "said a man like the manager who was coming with him.

'Sir, I'm his mom Shantaben. Give it to me.' The sister spoke.

'Ex, don't give it to us. I would like his signature. If so, we will come tomorrow, ”said the manager.

Shantaben closed the door saying goodbye. Shantaben, who lives in Maganlal's Chali of Rakhial, a commoner in Ahmedabad, fell in the past.

How happy the world was! When she got married to Gaurang, she was living in a rented house in Shardanagar, Paldi. Her groom's private job had a small income, but the world was going well. How happy they both were after Sur's birth.

Nagar's son Sur was fond of music since childhood. After playing the sitar all day, where is the focus in teaching? Even then, I barely passed B.Com, but not a job.

Gaurangbhai was diagnosed with tongue cancer and the family was devastated. The doctors explained a lot that leave the gutka, but if Gaurangbhai believes!

He passed away two years ago after a two-week illness that spread the cancer.

Failing to pay the rent, he eventually had to move to a lower-income caretaker. How many days does the house last after selling the house? The debt to run the house was growing.

The B.Com tune was crazy about music all day. "Do something now," Shantaben said angrily.

But every time Sur has the same answer "Mommy, I am going to be a great musician. I will go to Mumbai and try my hand, if one day my name will be known.

"Son, don't fill your stomach with this sitar. You have to do something to make money. ”Shantaben teased.

"Mom, are you teasing me every day?" I am going to be the greatest sitar player of India. '' Sur used to reply every time.

"My head," Shantaben teased.

With two or three recommendations barely getting him a job interview paper, Shantaben was delighted.

"Before you interview me, I will freeze your carrot halva and potatoes!"

Sur pampered and barely agreed to go for the interview. Remembering that night, Shantaben calmed down. The night before the interview, Sur was engrossed in playing the sitar instead of reading it, Shantaben's anger went out of hand.

"Do you play the sitar all day instead of reading this?" Shantaben shouted.

"Mommy let me rehearse" Sur was cool in himself.

Shantaben got very hot. He snatched the sitar from Sur's hand and threw it, breaking one of the sitar strings.

Sur's brain also went in front of him, and he stood up and spoke. "I am going to Mumbai, and if I succeed, I will come with money," he said and left.

As Shantaben wanders around, the anger calms down and returns automatically. But hi ray luck! Sur went, he went, never came back.

Shantaben was waiting. "It would have been nice if I had explained in a hurry, slowly."

Day after day, week after month passed. Shantaben was tired of crying now. "Aww! One of the sons misunderstood. '' I shouted for money. Even if I go to Mumbai and think about how much my son earned in music. My tune has gone to tell me, so will necessarily come back.

Now Shantaben could see Sur everywhere. His mind was now going crazy in search of a son. My son needs to come back, hoping to find Sur's face in any of the former youngsters. The alarm of Sur's arrival did not even let him sleep day and night.

The three-month rent had gone up. The grocer now refused to lend more. Eating and drinking were out of breath. With the last sale of the house, Shantaben became confused about what to do next.

Today, suddenly hearing the news of Sur and the story of fifty one thousand, Shantaben came to life. I don't know when the night fell in my mind and when I fell asleep.

The former woke up slowly knocking on the door late at night. "Come on, I'll never see you again. Fight, son, ”he said and took Sur inside.

"Mommy, I said I would make a lot of money by making a name for myself in music," said Sure.

"Yes, son, for you I have made carrot halva with my own hands, take it and eat it",

After a while, in his sleep, he put Sur on a broken bed and unwrapped the sheet.

At eight o'clock in the morning there was a knock on the door and Shantaben shone, with two policemen standing outside. "Sur stays here."

"Shish, keep calm, my tune is asleep on the beautiful ground," said the former.

Both policemen felt the former had moved on. 'Ex, we found out from the pocket of Marel Yuvan on the Mumbai local train that he is Sur Divetia. You have to come to Mumbai to identify the body. '

Stumbling with shattered glasses and a torn sari, the ex brought the two to the bed at home. "If my son is asleep."

As the captain moved the sheet, two pillows came out from below. They both started thinking about how to take this mad ex to Mumbai.