Mayur OS Gallery:A Sayank OS The Rain Of Childhood

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lulu

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Posted: 15 years ago

#191

i bow b4 u

it was wondrfulllllllllllllll yaaaaaaaaaar

u made ma day.....hw sweeeeeeeet

n mayur......i luvd it 2 da core..m speechless

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adi_gupta

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Posted: 15 years ago

#192

wonderfull

best best one shot for velantine

thx for pm me so i did not miss the one of the best os

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Aparajita

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Posted: 15 years ago

#193

Omigosh!!!!!! Shru....That was INCREDIBLE!!! I just loved it!! The perfect Valentine's for Mayur... Awwww...It was so so amazing - Just how it shud be!!

India-shaped rotis....😆 Heart surgeon 😆 Amazing yaar!!! And I loved the last bit...Actions n all...😉

Fab work, Shru...:)

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_ArTi4ever_

@_ArTi4ever_

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Posted: 15 years ago

#194

shruti i m running short of words yaar...what was that??there was almost tears in my eyes....its so lovely!!!!!plzzzzzzzzzzzzz put it into CV's thread and make it as mayur's one month anniversary post which others have suggested u already.its gonna be perfect....hats off to u.🤗

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seema mittal

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Posted: 15 years ago

#195

heyyy shruthi

lovely os

thanx for pm

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thenarcissist

@thenarcissist

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Posted: 15 years ago

#196

The Rain of Childhood: A Tribute To SaYank

Mayank's left shoe crept out of the leather upholstery and hit the wet, damp and mossy ground. Sunlight had naughtily sent out its beams while it hid behind the grey. Mayank's right shoe followed suit, as he budged from his position and slammed the black BMW behind him. A glance at the sky informed him about the weather he had missed since 15 long eons. Hopeful of spotting the seven colours as he used to 15 eons back, Mayank walked with his eyes accompanied by glares targeting the sky. Luckily a drop of water fell on Mayank's glares, and along with that came down many other drops of water. The sun disappeared again, making the panorama gloomy yet cheerful. Stopping the driver on the way, he took an umbrella and sauntered through the road.

As Mayank walked up the narrow path through which his BMW had refused to step in, he noticed lads making the same paper boats which they made every year, this year attempting to set it up in the water without drowning it into inches deep water. Further he saw lasses aiming at mimicking the peacock at its wonderful exhibition of dance as their almost wet mothers ran behind them standing under undersized pink raincoats and designed Hannah Montana umbrellas as they cursed the timing of the rain – just before school. The typical Mumbai monsoon had arrived, and the grey sky, muddy streets, soggy grass had no effect on the citizens who hardly seemed to find anything new in this phenomenon. A small chortle escaped Mayank's throat which had become forlorn since he had left this paradise of the carefree.

Unnoticed by others was Mayank's own unexpressed wish to drench in the water, use his own experience to teach the lads to help their dinghy float to the other bank of the puddle, sip hot tea along with crispy bhajjiyas watching cars and buses splatter water over pedestrians. But being the son of the late entrepreneur gave him no privilege to enjoy all such juvenile games. Hard work at the tender age of 14 had brought Mayank's company to the top of the social and economic ladder and now, he had lost the occasion to indulge in the rain. Mayank gravely shook his head as his mind flashed pictures of old memories.

Mayank's Gucci boots walked with confidence as he adjusted his slightly wet tie. Onlookers perceived that he bore tremendous charisma, character and guile. Mayank's body language had been trained to look so by his father's secretary before he joined his clients to crack deals. His voice (which had the right amount of firmness and civility) intimidated as well as impressed patrons. His polished accent of English had helped him survive in mysterious and ominous London for all these times. His acquaintances knew him to be a cold, bitter person, a hard nut to crack. A man with nasty arrogance and haughty speech, this was an opinion formed of him by those whom he met informally, though he was an extremely unsocial person. Conversations at inaugural parties with his father's associates lasted less than a minute. London press proclaimed his heartless nature to be an adverse effect of the depression occurred due to his father's sudden and mysterious death.

At last Mayank's footsteps stopped at a white fence whose paint was peeling off due to rains. his blue-grey eyes which had intensely been staring at the speck of mud on his left boot now shifted to the board of the crumbling building behind the fence. The board announced 'Nanhi Kaliyan Anathalaya' in bright bold red. He felt a rush of blood in Mayank's veins as his eyes went over the board. His past had just returned to him, or in other words, he had himself walked to his dark days. He felt an instant connection with the building at that moment, where he had lived at some point of his life. He closed his eyes and pressed them tightly with each other. A picture of a young and happy boy flashed and vanished in a fraction of a second. He opened his eyes immediately and shook his head. He brushed off those thoughts and pushed the creaky gate.

The orphanage still had an affectionate touch to it. Across the building was a garden where Flowers blossomed and slightly shook by the weight of the droplets which appeared as morning dew. A few drops dripped down and seeped through the loose soil. A particular flower captured Mayank's attention in an instant. It was no different from any other, a deep red hibiscus, opened up to its fullest. Mayank's mind went to traumatic phase again.

"See, maa gave me this seed!" a boy rushed to his best friend who was sitting on a chair with a heavy book in his hand, trying to complete his homework. Mayank had been looking dull before the entry of the boy. His boyish eyes lightened up with adventurous spirit. He grabbed the packet in Samrat's hand and adored the seed as if it were a jewel.

"Which flower is this?" Mayank asked with great enthusiasm.

Samrat frowned. He pouted his lips and spoke dejectedly," I don't know."

Mayank noticed the sadness in Samrat's eyes. "Let's find out by planting it!" he exclaimed, trying to him up.

The magic worked on Samrat who instantaneously dragged his friend to the garden. The mud was soggy and sticky and the boys were barefoot. Digging their feet into the mud, they made their way to the garden. The boys hurriedly dug the soil with their tiny hands to escape the sight of Ram Bahadur the watchman. Samrat placed the packet inside the mud and turned to go away, when he heard Mayank chuckling at first, and then roaring with laughter. Samrat again frowned.

"What is the matter?"

Mayank spoke between laughs. "You placed the seed with the packet!" he began roaring again.

Samrat made a straight face. Slowly, he began smiling, and then joined the best friend in laughter.

Two weeks later, the boys sneaked out again in the rain to see their flower. The seed at turned into an elongated red bud. Mayank answered without delay," it's a hibiscus!" Samrat felt proud and inflated his chest. He patted Mayank's back." You are so smart. You will surely become a scientist."

Mayank nodded negatively. "No…I'll become a businessman! A big one! And then I'll have lots of money!" he dreamily announced.

Samrat became sad." You won't forget me, will you?" He sat down beside the bud. Mayank felt confused at Samrat's thought. He sat next to him and wrapped his arm around the Samrat's shoulder. "No, you'll always be my best friend." The boy smiled. They did their usual handshake and walked back to the room.

A heavy voice ended Mayank's reverie. An old woman was looking at him with motherly compassion in her eyes. He instantly recognized her and smiled." Shilpa aunty?" he enquired to confirm his doubts. The woman nodded quietly and smiled with her wrinkles now prominent on her face. He smiled back, maybe after years that this smile had returned. The woman hugged him while he fell into thought. If aunty was here, Samrat would be here too. He had to face him again, and this time their meeting would be a bitter one. He mentally braced himself up to change himself to harsh again the moment he arrived.

When they broke apart, the woman led him to the office. He walked along, admiring the renaissance that had occurred at the orphanage. The pale and dark colors were replaced by bright shiny pastels with cartoons drawn on the walls to fascinate little ones. He caught the engraved letters of his name on one of the walls along with Samrat's name. So it was still there, he thought. Some memories never die. The woman signaled him to enter a plush cabin where a man sat in a simple kurta and jeans tapping impatiently on Mayank's desk. It was him. Mayank walked in stamping his foot hard on the floor to let him be acquainted with his presence.

The man heard the shoe and sighed with relief. Not looking up, he began;" Sir, you are extremely la…" the minute he looked up his eyes popped out of his face. His mouth shut up but Mayank's eyes were filled with rage. It seemed as if the man had held his fist tightly and had gritted his teeth to stop himself from getting irate.

Mayank roughly stared at the Samrat. Samrat asked him with austerity in his voice, the warmth of friendship lost over the years. "What are you doing here?" he answered back with equal bleakness in his voice," I have come here to donate a portion of my earnings to this orphanage."

The man sniggered." We don't need your money." He walked over to the man's desk. Without asking him, Mayank seated himself. Samrat glared at him." I didn't offer you a seat." He replied again, "I didn't ask you if I'm allowed to sit here." He pulled out a cheque from the pocket of his suit. Sliding it to the other side of the desk, he turned to go away. "Wait," said Samrat with dignity in his voice. Walking over to him, Samrat thrust the cheque in Mayank's hand." I said I don't want your money. You're still as stubborn as you were 15 years back." Samrat bit his lip after saying that." so you still remember." Mayank said with a nostalgic voice. "Yes, I do. How can I ever forget the man who was my best friend?" Samrat said. His smile had returned. Mayank had seen this smile the last time before he was leaving the orphanage.

"So…you're leaving, aren't you?"

"Yes, some rich family has adopted me! Isn't that great?"

" do you think you'll ever come back?"

" I don't think I'll be allowed to. But don't you think I'm so lucky? At last I'll be able to fulfill my dreams…I'll get out of these four walls and meet new people…big people…I'll be rich! I'll have money to buy all that I want…to go wherever I want…I'll have a huge mansion…a big room…a beautiful garden…lots of servants to work for me…I'll have everything!"

"But, but won't you miss these four walls where you've lived for so many years…the woman who gave you more love than her own son…the white fence we used to climb over when we wanted to buy mangoes…the room where we'd play hide and seek…the didis and bhaiyyas who work for us day and night…the hibiscus we planted among all other flowers in the soggy garden? Won't you miss me?"

"Wha…What do you mean? Of course I will miss you…but don't I need to move on? I can't spend my whole life…one day I'd have to go! You can't keep me apart from my luck...I can't stay here in these dungeons…I was just living here because I had no other place to go…but now I have been accepted in someone's family…and I want to explore the world! Wait…are you jealous?

"And why would I be jealous?"

"Jealous that I am going to be rich! Jealous that I'll have a better living than you…better family…better friends…better education…better career….more money! You are jealous...that's why you aren't happy for me!"

"So you think I'm that low? Well…if that's all you think I don't mind! You've turned greedy…you no longer have faith in your own friend. I'm perfectly happy with my life, coz' it's better than yours…I'm contented here, with all others under this roof. I don't need any mansion to complete my dreams. I don't want any money to live life. I want to be happy, not rich. I thought our friendship would remain forever. Guess you've made new friends. Enjoy your time with greed and money."

"So…how are greed and money?" Samrat asked with bitterness." They're doing quite well. Always remain under my control." Mayank replied. "I can't say the same about life though. For instance, my meeting with you was quite unexpected." Samrat just stared back. Silence filled the few seconds.

"I think I should leave." He walked away from Samrat, the tapping of his boots breaking the perfect silence. For a last time, he turned back. Looking at Samrat made him nostalgic. He remembered all the childhood memories that they had spent together. Samrat would never change. Only he had changed immensely, for the bad.

"Going so soon?" the woman asked. He smiled." Yes, I have a flight to catch. Will surely visit some other day." Patting her shoulder, he stepped ahead towards the creaky fence.

After revisiting his past, Mayank felt a bit shaken up. Maybe everyone did. It was the first time he was experiencing this feeling, the next time he would be prepared. He had always been prepared for everything, hadn't he? Except for this incident. But there was something that had got him pondering. Had he really changed as the man had said? As a child, he used to be so carefree; he'd hardly study before the exams. He was hardly conscious of what he did, whom he talked to, where he walked, how he did things. All he cared was about living life king-size. Was this the king-sized life? Sure, he had reputation, class, money, power and all other things he had dreamed of all his life. But was it worth all that? Hadn't he lost his freedom to walk and move, to talk, to dance, to play? Hadn't he lost his best friend, Samrat in this process? Hadn't he lost the light and sparkle on his face, the happiness in his eyes, the smile on his lips? Was this all he needed?

The lads were still busy making their cruiser steady. He thought again. For one, he could go and help them out like an expert boat-maker and in return receive their happy smiles. For two, he could just walk away under His black umbrella, imagining they weren't even present and receive nothing but watch disappointed faces sighing loudly. For once he could listen to His heart and go ahead with option 1. Or be practical and not spoil His reputation by doing that. What should he do?

At that moment, Mayank recalled His childhood. He had lost His childhood long ago. At that time, he had to fulfill His dreams. Now, he had fulfilled them. He needed to relive His childhood. He had already lost His friendship long ago for His one mistake. He had never thought about himself as a child. He was only a boy with many ambitions, that according to him only money could satisfy. Now he had to bring back the boy who was normal, human, like everyone else. That's what the man would want, for him to be happy. He did have the childish side hidden under him. He just needed to open up. He had to become the cheerful, playful, fun-loving himself again. Throwing His umbrella away, he moved over to the puddle.

"Oh no, it fell again!" A boy exclaimed. "Shall I help?" Mayank pulled out the completely soaked, dripping, shambling paper boat outside the muddy puddle. The boys weakly smiled and nodded. "You know how to do?" a boy asked excitedly. He just nodded. Rolling up His sleeves and keeping His coat on the ground, he explained the boys." First, you need to get a new paper…tHis one is too soggy……" the boys did as they were told obediently, wishing that their launch tHis time would be successful. At last the boat was lead into water by three young boys crossing their fingers hoping for the best. And the best did happen. The three hi-fived each other. "Thank you bhaiyya, you are the best!" the boys praised him with all their might. But he didn't care for their praises. He rather noticed their contagious happiness and smile which had been passed on to him. He suddenly remembered Samrat. Samrat had been right along after all. he couldn't have been possibly contented with money. He needed life. And today, he had just made a small step towards getting His life back.

I'm back after long, and this one has no romantic scenes...but it's quite emotional...please do read and comment!

Edited by ShruAtIF - 15 years ago

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RapChick101

@RapChick101

Sparkler

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Posted: 15 years ago

#197

Oh! awwww such a sweet OS! really touchy........... 😊 do write mre on sayank.......

Adya!

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Mahima

@Mahima_13

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Posted: 15 years ago

#198

=wow......... a really touching os......

i loved it a lot

Edited by MjhtFan_Mahima - 15 years ago

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sruthi

@mayur.forever

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Posted: 15 years ago

#199

i never knew sayank wud make so gud a pair...their childhood chemistry was seriously awesome......great work shruti..
ps-plss continue writing sayank one shots....we'd luv to read them😃