Indu woke up from her dreams……bewildered,she thought of all the events that expired yesterday.Her heart ached,struggled to get into terms with what Gauri chechi had whispered in her ears.
She could sense the elation in her voice…..she was travelling to her dreamland Delhi-The delhi of her dreams,the delhi of skyscrapers,where life moves fast,where humans subsequent machines,where icecreams squirt out of spouts,where tempting liquids whirlpool and cascade in glass enclosures…………… where she would feel free and fly…………
Her dreams had materialized……..
Indu…….Amma called out again……..you slothful little one………
“When will you propel yourself for your morning abolutions?”
Indu sat crouched….the world around her seemed unacquainted with……unversed in….
She didn’t realize as Amma trudged in,she was oblivious even of the tinkle of her anklets,or the fragrance of the mulla poo(jasmine flowers) twirled around her curls oscillating with each stride….
“Krishna,when will this suspended siesta end?”Mamma tickled her.
Indu did not budge and Amma sensed her heartache.She swung her arms around Indu, “Molu,what happened?”
Amma, “Her voice quivered as she said, “Gauri Chechi.”
“Molu it’s the time for celebration…..not for whining and sobbing.
Amma took Indu in her arms and lovingly said, “What if Achan comes and we also move to Delhi?”
Indu sprang up from her cot………..she found herself rising to the state of euphoria….nothing in the world could have given more delight that the jocund company of her beloved Gauri chechi…….
She hastened to adorn herself with the best of dresses she had.And why not her Gauri chechi was getting engaged and inching towards the destination of her dreams…..
The hustle bustle of and the drawing up towards the D-day had divested Indu of the chitter chatter of her coterie-Gauri chechi,the cowrie shells,the henna leaves,the resplendent coconut trees………seemed fading in haze…………
all of them stood where they were,but the cowrie shells lost its whooshing sound,the henna leaves forgot the camaraderie,and Gauri chechi ……………she was in her own reverie
“Life lost its sheen”,the little one thought
Two days before Gauri chechi’s wedding,Indu waited eagerly for her father’s arrival….
“Amma,today dad is coming right?”cajoled Indu.
Amma tried to avert her queries. “Amma……Indu shrieked….where is dad?
Indu stood still as Amma gave her a stern glance….
To be continued……………
Rendezvous with life....... 
This is a very sincere storytelling. I like the rich, earthy descriptions in the narrative. Went back and read the first part also just now. All the best as you weave this story further.
B for Brilliant!!! Totally loved it. Looking forward for more!
waiting to see how this story progresses 🙂 the excitement of the girl and the emotions she goes through … beautifully written.
aww poor little Indu… waiting for next part
nice story …great narration..Lets see where this leads to
You weave a lovely tale. Looking forward to the rest of your story.
Wonderful descriptions – lovely story telling!
You do stop at the most crucial juncture… waiting for tomorrow.
Where is the dad? Waiting to know..
Richa
Such a ‘real’ feel to this story, Sitara. That little girl’s emotions are so palpable!
Thanks Corinne
Talk about leaving us wanting more.. Where is Acchan?? Good work, Sitara.
Thanks Shailaja
Cowrie shells..
This story is going places, Sitara! Bless you. Keep writing. :).
Thank you!
Thanks Vidya
brilliantly paced… giving us every detail to think upon.. good work Sitara… waiting for more 🙂
Thank you Amrit
I am glad you are going to continue and not leave us hanging. Beautifully written
Beautiful narration! You’ve got a great knack of ending an instalment at a crucial turn!
Brilliantly written 🙂
Oh wow this is brilliant….Where is her dad? Looking forward to the next part Sitara 🙂
Where is her dad? Why did the mother gave her a stern look?? Hope we get answers in the next part!