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proteeti

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Originally posted by: sunitikapoor
Such a nice part dear.

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Though I have heard this tale before, you have made it seem so fresh and new! Way to go, Proteeti!! A big hand to you!! 👏

Thank you so very much Geethadi!

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Posted: 9 years ago

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Proteeti will the next part have any picnic where Gopal will bring a small pot of curd and the others will laugh seeing it but curd from the pot will never finish ?

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proteeti

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Part 3

After asking her son again and again, she decided that this Madhusudan was not a hallucination that her child might be having. There was definitely someone who had helped her child, for good or bad she did not know.

Next day, though apprehensive, she let the boy go.

As soon as he turned round the corner, he called out to his Madhusudan Dada. needless to say, he heard the sweet music floating towards him, immediately followed by Madhusudan's dazzling smile. "Come." he whispered as he held Gopal's hand in a firm grip.

Just like the previous day, Madhusudan left Gopal at the edge of the forest, and was waiting for him when he approached the forest in the evening.

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Summer departed with his scorching glares, Monsoon bid adieu along with its drizzling fantasies and then, the sky cleared to greet Sharad, the month of the Goddess.

The date of the annual programme hosted by Gopal's school on the occasion of Durga Puja was drawing near. This year's theme was to be "Defeating the Fear Within".

The teachers went about with a rushed dignity chiding the children into perfecting dance moves for the special program. Amidst this cheery hubbub, the headmaster appeared at the gate of his office. "Every child must contribute in some form or other, in preparing the feast that is to be served for the guests and the students after the programme." he announced.

Immediately the other teachers rushed to enlist the students in their classes and their contributions. They were all asked to consult their guardians and notify their teachers the next day.

Gopal, on his way back, asked his Madhusudan Dada about the same. For a moment he frowned, as though immersed in deep thought. Then he looked at Gopal and said, "Tell Sir that you'll arrange for the dessert." Gopal looked at him disbelievingly, "You're sure you heard me correct? How can we afford dessert for the entire school?"
"You can't. I can."
"But-"
"Trust me, Gopal. And there will be no need for bothering your mother with this."

On the day of the programme, Gopal anxiously called out to Madhusudan. His teacher was already skeptical of his promise, and, to be honest, he was not very sure too. His hopes sank further, as he looked at Madhusudan walking towards him, his hands empty, but for his bamboo flute. "Come," he said.

At the edge of the forest, Madhusudan handed him a little earthen cup filled with curd. "This much? It's not even a helping? Please, God, let this be a joke! Dada, what do you think you're doing? I'm getting late, please tell me where you've hidden the curd?!"
"Okay, relax. Cool down."
"But this much?"
"For God's sake, Gopal, trust me. I am a milkman and I know how much is how much. This will suffice. Now, hurry! You're getting late!"

Fearfully, Gopal went and showed the little cup to the headmaster. Looking at it, after having dealt with a thousand and one problems since morning, the headmaster burst into a rage. Throwing it aside (it fell on a cushion), he grabbed Gopal by his arm and pulling him to corner, ordered him to kneel.

Later that night, when the feast was nearly over, the headmaster realized he had forgotten to place an order for alternate desserts. Bewildered he decided to use Gopal's little cup of curd to appease the chief guest.

Thus, all of the curd was served to the chief guest. The headmaster blinked hard as he looked at the cup. It looked untouched, filled to the brim.
Bewildered though, he decided to push his luck a bit further, and asked one of the volunteers to serve the curd to few students in the first row. Surprisingly, the cup still looked the same. From the other side of the counter, the chief guest exclaimed that this was the best dish he had ever tasted. More confused than ever, the headmaster went onto distribute the curd among the other students, but even after he finished (with a second helping for each of them) the cup was as full as ever.

The headmaster called Gopal to his study and asked, "Where did you get the curd from?" "I didn't do anything." said Gopal. "I don't believe you." "I seriously do not know how it happened. It was Madhusudan Dada who gave it to me!" Gopal heartily regretted the moment he let slip his brother's name. But it was too late. "Which Dada? You're mother never told me about a Dada. I remember having asked her this precise question and she had responded in negative." Gopal blinked hard. "So?"
"Sir, I'm telling the truth! Believe me! He'd be waiting for me by the forest. You can meet him, now!"
The headmaster pondered over the idea for a minute or so, and relented.

Reaching the edge of the forest, Gopal called out desperately. Madusudan, who waited for him every day, was not there. "He-He'll come soon, Sir! I expect something's kept him back. He's always here."
The head shot him a skeptical look, "Here? Yes, of course. Either he's a part of these trees, or I have gone blind."

"Of course, the latter!" A bright flash of light ran amok through the spaces between the trees. "Gopal, tell your headmaster that he will be blind to my presence till he learns to believe." Madhusudan's melodious voice cut across the silence of the darkness.
"I come to you when you believe. Otherwise...well Gopal, remember always that I am there, close to you. You may not see me again, but never fret. I am always there for those that trust."

For a second, he saw the smiling form of Madhusuan Dada forming in the center of the clearing...with another flash of light it changed into the figure of Lord Krishna residing in the village temple...with another, he found himself standing alone, surrounded by the now-friendly trees, in silence.

Bewildered, he looked down at his headmaster, sobbing uncontrollably, bowed at his feet.

The End.

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proteeti

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Posted: 9 years ago

#86

Originally posted by: GERUA
Proteeti will the next part have any picnic where Gopal will bring a small pot of curd and the others will laugh seeing it but curd from the pot will never finish ?

Yes, close to that. 😃