A funny story: Proprietary

- Coordination: Pratibha Thakkar

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Whether it is raining or a hurricane, Bhalbhala gets wet, touches. Everyone feels this touch differently. If someone gets wet with tan, then with some mind, it must get wet!

Fame, as always, was enjoying the pleasant atmosphere of the rain sitting on the balcony. The dampness of the atmosphere was soaking her emotions. Like the various forms of rain, her feelings were getting wet in many ways.

The paper in his hand was getting wet from the rain. She was looking at the soaking words on the paper and the ink scattering. Surprised, Viruben asked, "What is this? What's the point of letting the paper soak? "

Fame laughed. '' Enjoy one anero! Mom, I feel like these words are washing away my feelings, my negativity, my despair. "

Yes, for a while she was very happy. Maybe months later Viruben was so happy to see the fame. Besides, Hasto had been lost and restless since she came from her father-in-law. Just sitting on the balcony staring at the sky. Viruben would be embarrassed to say anything. His face was pale and pale. The contempt, the humiliation, the neglect eroded the self-esteem and self-respect of the celebrity.

Just last month. As usual fame was sitting on the balcony. He had disconnected the phone. Listening to how broken it was. His marital life was based on a piece of paper, a signature and a legal stamp?

On that day ..

Giving the cup of tea fame, Viruben said, "Son, for how long? How long will you do this injustice to yourself? Now, forget the past, the relationships that disregarded you. The whole life has fallen ahead. Forget what happened and start living life anew. "

Fame put a cup of tea aside and sat Viruben next to her. Holding her hand, he said, "Mother, you will not be so sad. You are my strength. Also, to be honest, I don't have a strong morale like yours. I know what happened is in the past and it's hard to chew on it but now it's not so easy to forget, is it? "

"It simply came to our notice then. Where is he himself .....? This was a mutual agreement and acceptance ... even then ... like this? I myself was married to Yash by giving up a lot, wasn't I? Although I didn't regret it at all, you know. The one to whom I gave my all, did he disregard me?

Abandoned me? Why Due to an accident, for which he was also responsible? For one? The speaking eyes of fame were filled.

Viruben took fame into her bath and sat with her hands on it.

Later, when Viruben stood up holding the lattice of the balcony, the lattice on his hand was corroded. He immediately said, "Son, you know why this rust is on the net ... I don't need to explain it to you ....

How different is the world outside and inside this lattice. Everything outside is alive because everything is moving with time. Everything is changeable with the change of life. And here inside? '' He said looking in front of the fame and went inside to make tea.

The day ended early in the late evening and rainy weather. The fame of the sun shining in the clouds and the coolness of the atmosphere made me think of going inside and drinking tea ....

He looked inside the room. The darkness of the room seemed to convince her of the darkness of her life. It was the contradictory life inside and outside the same lattice that spoke against it.

She was sitting holding the net. She sat on the bench and sat and watched.

Also,

Within a few days the fame began to be very happy. It was as if a hello had entered his life and given a new direction to his thoughts.

She wanted to live life with full acceptance of the present. She wanted to enjoy what was real.

And fortunately he got that opportunity ......

A ten- to twelve-year-old teenager had been coming to the front yard every day for a few days. A slender build, a tall figure and a beautiful face ... and the beautiful smile on his face that attracts him from afar ..!

Unfortunately he was riding a horse. He had a bag on his other hand. That evening he would come to the field with his horse standing on the bench, carrying the bag in his lap. Anero was happy to see the children playing in the field. A teenager who instinctively accepts reality ... without any regrets or regrets .... what a sincere, instinctive and easy acceptance!

Once or twice the eyes of the teenager and fame met. He gave a very innocent smile against fame. Fame also laughed at it. Then he came every day, raising his hand and gesturing. Fame responds in the same way. Even when leaving, he would gesture and say 'come'.

He did not insist on playing in front of anyone or begging anyone. It was perfect in itself. Every day he would take something out of his bag and make new artefacts. Sometimes he painted on stone, sometimes he made toys out of paper. One day I would sit down to read a book. I would make 'sketches' if I felt like it. Fame used to see her works of art every day ... but it is also true that the teenager used to show it with joy. She used to praise him with a gesture and also thanked him with a pair of hands. This had now become a daily bean. A different relationship was being developed between them. Sometimes the teenager would even ask for the opinion of fame. Even fame sometimes asks for advice .... but everything with gestures ... how? That is, they both knew and understood.

Fame, he was very impressed with the teenager. He was so engrossed in his art that he did not need the acceptance of the outside world. He was enjoying a very self-reliant life. He was living a life of overcoming all sorrows and imperfections.

"Why didn't I ever come?"

No one came to the field that day because of the heavy rain, which was natural. Yet the gaze of fame was unintentionally moving towards the ground for a while. Then just laughing at herself. 'How is Maya bound?' Thinking. How much has he learned in these few days? His whole approach to life has changed!

Viruben gathered the soaked paper and said with a smile, "Come on, if you enjoy doing this, I will be happy too." Then he went to the kitchen.

The rainwater was filled to the brim. Vehicles passing through puddles of water were pounding. Suddenly someone walked on the road. As soon as he sat down, he grabbed the wall and looked up at the road ....

Leaning down on the horse, the teenager was trying to put a paper boat in the flowing water with one hand. But could not maintain balance. In the other hand, there was a plastic bag full of colorful paper boats that had to be taken care not to sink in the water. "I'm coming right now," fame shouted at Viruben.

Then another shouted, "Raghukaka, let's open the door?"

After so many cheers, excitements and rumblings in the voice of fame, Raghukaka Bamla said happily, "Yes ... baby, let's open it now."

For Raghukaka, she was still a baby in her thirties. The baby who slept for hours with her head in her lap. For which he was willing to be a horse at any time. This was the same baby who was running to make him breathe, one of whose cries would raise his soul. Fame's childhood had begun to ring back in the house.

Viruben came to the balcony asking from the kitchen, "What happened? Suddenly where ...? ''

In the drizzle of rain, fame and that teenager were soaking the rain water on his face, hands wide. They were gladly accepting everything given by nature. Both of them did not need the acceptance of the world. He did not need anyone's kindness, help or sympathy ....

They both enjoyed a paper boat floating in the water on the road. Viruben kept watching the bus from the balcony. The plastic bag full of that colorful paper boat was in the lap of fame. And fame? Anne in a wheelchair!

- Purvi Vyas Mehta