28-09-2021, 11:21 AM
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Chapter 1. Mater Dolorosa. (#2)
Ambalika never celebrated her birthday but she never forgot to celebrate Rishu's
birthday. She was in the kitchen preparing food for kids she invited on that evening.
She decorated the drawing room of that rented apartment with papers, balloons and
ribbons. Rishu returned from college with dust in head and hands. He knew that he
would get a good thrashing from his sister for tearing the shoes. That was the
second pair of shoe she bought for him that month. He ran inside and hugged his
sister from back.
The touch of that puerile foal melted her soul, "How is my birthday boy today?
Did you distribute the sweets among your friends?
Yes Didibhai. There is good news also; I came first in the essay competition."
He showed her the plaque that he received.
She hugged him close to her bosom and kissed his chubby cheeks, & said;That's my
boy, so you want a special present this time.
He threw his arms around her neck and hid his face in her bosom, & said;Abhishek
tore my shoe.
She patted his cheek and softly scolded ;I warned you not to fight with others.
If you don't obey to what I say then you will not get any present.
He rubbed his little nose on her cheek, ;Didibhai, they started calling me
names so I hit Abhishek with my shoe.
She got furious on hearing that,;I warned you several times that hitting
someone with shoe is bad habit. Never ever, hit anyone with shoes. If you have
anything to complain, tell your teacher. This is the last warning, Rishu.
He held his ears and said, Sorry, Didibhai.
She ruffled his hair and said, Now run to bathroom and clean yourself. In no time,
your friends and other guest will arrive. I have brought a new dress for you do wear
that.
He wore the new dress after coming out of the bathroom. On every birthday, he
received a bunch of picture postcards from different parts of the world. Sometime
the leaning tower of Pisa or green Congo basin or Eiffel tower of Paris or
Paneantheon of Rome. Ambalika secretly wrote all those and told Rishu that mom
and dad still remembers him. He kept those letters away never asked about parents.
Few hours later all of his friends arrived and his birthday was celebrated with much
joy and pomp.
Ambalika never celebrated her birthday but she never forgot to celebrate Rishu's
birthday. She was in the kitchen preparing food for kids she invited on that evening.
She decorated the drawing room of that rented apartment with papers, balloons and
ribbons. Rishu returned from college with dust in head and hands. He knew that he
would get a good thrashing from his sister for tearing the shoes. That was the
second pair of shoe she bought for him that month. He ran inside and hugged his
sister from back.
The touch of that puerile foal melted her soul, "How is my birthday boy today?
Did you distribute the sweets among your friends?
Yes Didibhai. There is good news also; I came first in the essay competition."
He showed her the plaque that he received.
She hugged him close to her bosom and kissed his chubby cheeks, & said;That's my
boy, so you want a special present this time.
He threw his arms around her neck and hid his face in her bosom, & said;Abhishek
tore my shoe.
She patted his cheek and softly scolded ;I warned you not to fight with others.
If you don't obey to what I say then you will not get any present.
He rubbed his little nose on her cheek, ;Didibhai, they started calling me
names so I hit Abhishek with my shoe.
She got furious on hearing that,;I warned you several times that hitting
someone with shoe is bad habit. Never ever, hit anyone with shoes. If you have
anything to complain, tell your teacher. This is the last warning, Rishu.
He held his ears and said, Sorry, Didibhai.
She ruffled his hair and said, Now run to bathroom and clean yourself. In no time,
your friends and other guest will arrive. I have brought a new dress for you do wear
that.
He wore the new dress after coming out of the bathroom. On every birthday, he
received a bunch of picture postcards from different parts of the world. Sometime
the leaning tower of Pisa or green Congo basin or Eiffel tower of Paris or
Paneantheon of Rome. Ambalika secretly wrote all those and told Rishu that mom
and dad still remembers him. He kept those letters away never asked about parents.
Few hours later all of his friends arrived and his birthday was celebrated with much
joy and pomp.
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