SaYank Reunion for Sayankians:
Satisfied by his first step, Mayank sat on the soggy wooden bench which had badly attacked by termites. Mayank ordered for a hot piping ginger tea as he shook off some of the water off his shirt. Glancing at his watch, he grimaced. His flight was to take off in another two hours, and in this traffic, he would be stuck on the highway for probably 3 hours. Drips of water tapped his shoulder gently. The tin slates which covered the shop were dripping their water on him. At last, a rugged boy, probably 7, came along with a steaming glass. He smiled at the boy and tipped him with a five-rupee coin. The boy danced with enchantment as he rushed to his comrade and they rejoiced their treasure.
As Mayank sipped his tea, careful not to burn his tongue, his eyes travelled to the nearby scene. He perceived the tall and sturdy mango tree still standing with its head held high. The same tree which used to provide him and Samrat with fresh, juicy and ripe mangoes to suck on. 15 years back, Mayank had invented a technique of separating the mangoes from their branches without a catapult, which they were unable to afford. He frantically searched for a rock or a nugget and carefully aimed at a yellow one hanging on the top, dangling from side to side. The shot narrowly missed and hit an old, bald man who angrily looked around rubbing his head, while he looked down sheepishly praying that no one had seen him. Just then, another stone passed above his head and its sharp edge cut the stem of the mango, making it fall down on the hard roots. He turned around to see Samrat standing with a look of triumph on his face. They both grinned at each other, without cynicism, derision or sarcasm on both their faces.
They rushed to the roots and grabbed the mango. Both of them tugged at it. "I caught it first!" Mayank pulled the mango towards his chest as he sulked like a baby. Samrat tugged stronger. "I brought it down!" "So what? I taught you the method!" Mayank retorted back dragged the mango back.
"Hey, it's not my mistake that you forgot the angle!" Samrat drew it back again. Mayank let go of the mango sadly. He lugged his feet back to the bench and planted himself to it, hoping that Samrat would follow suit. And Samrat did, bringing the mango along with him.
He buried his face in his hands, shifting from his place to make space for him. Samrat slowly took out his face from his hands and placed the mango in them. "You can have the mango if you want. Anyways, I don't have the mangoes from this tree anymore. I have to go now. I just came here to see if you have gone safely. Maa told me to do It." he detached himself from the seat and directed himself to the direction of the orphanage. "Is this why you left your huge umbrella and ran after me to douse in the rain?" Samrat heard a voice demanding him from the back. "Don't lie to me now; I've seen that black thing in your office. Why didn't you bring it?"
Samrat turned heatedly." I don't need to give you any justifications for my actions. You no longer have a right to that."
"It's not the biggest possession in my life. Our friendship is." Mayank uttered silently as the words slowly hit him. He turned back slowly, letting the sentence sink in his mind. His ears couldn't believe what was ringing in them. "Why are you repenting now, when I'm trying to chuck you out of my life? Why all this penitence now, why all the pain now, why such a change in a few minutes?" Samrat insisted, his eyes magnifying the sorrow in his heart. Mayank signaled him to sit beside him, to which he obeyed.
"If I ask you why did you get so infuriated that day, will you be able to come back with a response to me?" Samrat thought for a second and without hesitation replied, "Because I was scared." "Scared of what?" Mayank solicited again, waiting eagerly for a response. "Scared of losing you. Scared that you were drifting away from me like the waves of the sea, and when you'd return back to the shore, I would never be able to recognize you among the other waves." Samrat sighed heavily, that one breath of air emanating out all the constrained soreness and uncertainties.
"What made you think so?" Mayank spoke, placing his hands on Samrat's shoulders, trying to comfort him. "Because Maa always told me that when people meet rich families and begin living with them, they become snooty and snobbish. And when I saw that in you that day, when you called me jealous, my doubts were confirmed." He immediately regretted saying so. "I didn't mean it that day, you know my anger." "But I was too infantile to understand that in my whirlwind of emotions. And you know that too." He confided.
"Listen to me now. I never had any intention of hurting you. If things could go by my wish, I would have gladly taken you along. But I had to move on and meet new people and experience the world. That didn't mean I would lose my friendship or become mean or rude. I always wanted us to be the same brothers as before, even after the fight. And then, my father passed away. I never got a chance to reconcile or ask for forgiveness. I felt really remorseful that day for doubting you. I knew you would never want me to suffer, but somehow I couldn't digest the fact that you wanted to tie me to yourself."
"Maybe I was being a bit too selfish that day." Samrat admitted. "I really apologize for that day, Mayank." Mayank laughed heartily. "Remember, that dialogue, friendship mein no sorry, no thanks!" they burst out together. "Hey, I was the filmy one!" he protested. "And you'll always be. No one can steal that from you." Mayank assured, as they tightly embraced each other. An embraced which symbolized their togetherness, their brotherhood, their love. An embrace which assured them that distances would never affect their friendship and they would always confess their emotions to each other and confide their feelings to each other. And of course, hat they would retain their old entertainment and naughtiness.
Glad you liked it, I tried to make it as real as it could...hope it matched your expectations!this reunion's only for those who want it to happen....for thers...you can forget it!
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