While the Music Lasts.....

When Mohan emerged from the ramshackle hut, it wasn't just the roof that quaked. Vimla shook her head in disbelief while the little Sona jumped up with joy. Sahil stood stunned too looking at his father who was a picture of merriment, although quite a tattered one from here and there.

"What is all this buffoonery?" yelled the bewildered Vimla who was flipping the rotis on her chulha. She was about to burn one of them but Sahil warned her in time and she quickly lifted up the roti from the burning tava.

"This father-daughter team is going to make me crazy, Sahil." muttered Vimla. "Where were the two of you for the whole day? Don't you think you need to stop pampering this little girl of yours."

Sona in the meantime had hugged her father who then lifted her up. "You look like that hero who was singing....!" Sona's excitement was beyond words. 

"Arrey Vimla.....she just wanted to have some harmless fun. The film that we saw had this hero wearing torn pants and he was singing.....Now, you know I cannot sing like that but I thought of giving my gudiya a little happiness, that's it.....Don't you worry, the torn pieces are inside only. When you get time, just patch them back on these clothes," beamed Mohan.

"Ahha - hero.....then remain a hero....I will not stitch them." Vimla posed as if she was disgruntled. Sahil stole a smile too. Secretly, the two were enjoying all the silliness of Mohan. Vimla remembered her own father whenever she saw her husband being so playful with the kids. As for Sahil, he was content to see that despite the poverty, his father tried hard to make them smile. "Let me sing and you dance," he joked. 

The three started their own rock band. Vimla could resist no further. She started smacking the steel plate with a spoon. The music was loud. Maybe a little cacophonous. But it was the music of their life. 

Linking to Blog-A-Rhythm's Wordy Wednesday #4 #BarWoWe Picture Prompt.