Monday, January 30, 2017

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.

26 comments:

  1. Such a sweet story, Sunaina!! I liked how you have shown the family happy against all odds. A ncie take on the prompt.

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  2. Study after study shows riches don't lead to happiness. A great story of family love. Alana ramblinwitham.blogspot.com

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    1. True Alana.....family is a great source of strength in every circumstance.

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  3. Loved it- this is darn sweet and a very novel take on the prompt.

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  4. The warmth of a loving family..wow!
    Wonderfully narrated, Sunaina:)

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  5. Superb way you visuallized the pic is different and nice story. 👍

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  6. Sweet story, Sunaina. I love reading your innocent life stories. They seem so real adnd close to life :)

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    1. Thanks Maliny...I am happy to know that you find my stories good. It means a lot.

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  7. This poignant piece indeed shows how much family loving person you are just like my mom.. no wonder, you both are so alike :') Loved reading this to the core, very beautifully expressed!

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    1. True Maitreni....we even got the same title for our autobiographies on facebook....isn't that amazing.....:)...!!!

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  8. Aha! That's such a heartwarming story for the prompt. It goes on to show that it doesn’t take much to be happy. :)

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  9. Love the story and the chemistry between characters. Such personal equation go a long way in firming the father-daughter bond. Happiness in family matters.

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  10. Wow! What a beautiful and poignant story! Loved the way you have shaped up the characters according to the prompt and the picture! <3

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  11. It does take very less to be happy and you have weaved the story well to convey the same. The ending plastered a smile on my face as I recall my childhood when while my mother prepared rotis, papa would pick small amounts of dough and make figures of birds and hand it over to me and my brother. At that age, holding those birds gave us joy.

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  12. Loved how the cacophony made by the characters emerges as the sweet music that binds together the family. :D :D

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  13. The simple joys of life come from within..the inner song is the hardest to listen. Where the maestros performing to packed audience falter, Mohan with his torn pantaloons, won. Sunny. :)

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