OS:The life & times of Prakash Prakash

Just when I thought I had had enough,I got inspired from Akshay's tweets🤣So presenting before you: The thirteenth and the half bro of the prakash clan.The supposed Postmaster-

Transporting smiles-The life and times of Prakash Prakash

I wipe a bead of sweat on my forehead with the red hankerchief which I suspect my wife has embezzled with her special chandni chowk perfume.I hold back a sneeze tickling my nose and take a good look down the posh locality I have entered into.

Well,hello there!If you haven't recognised me already -I am Prakash Prakash,one of the mere surviving species of the humble postman you have often seen.Who sends letters nowadays?You may ask with that technologically brilliant brain of yours.Well not many but you may be surprised to know that even today a number of love stories are blossoming in the midst of ink and paper and not-Hey B@bY 1 luv u so muc# .

Much my foot I say!Being born as the thirteenth and a half son of a light bulb,CFL and tubelight sellar does have its perks! The prakash surname was not enough for my Dad and so he decided that after Om,Jai,Hari,Lakshman,Krishna and the rest of my cranky clan I was the lucky one to be baptised with extra ''prakash''than the rest.Needless to say,my father to this date feels that I am the biggest tubelight ever.So when all the bulbs in my father's shop decided to go the gul way my clan searched for other jobs I chose that of a postman.

I pull out the plain white envelope from my already crammed bag.To be honest it is a rare letter I have come across in days.All the rest of them are parcels or interview letters or those telephone bills which usually have the wrong address on them.Anyhow this particular letter catches my attention because it smells distinctly of the same chandni chowk perfume my wife uses.Its surprising actually that someone in one of these mansions has a relative who sends letters or even uses such perfumes.

What exactly is that weird brand name which big people use?Umm sachi-muchi? Nah.Oh yeah Gucci!!

The irritating honk of an SUV driver behind me breaks away my perfumed dreams.I stumble back as an angry young man drives past me.I take a look at the address and name on the letter-

Lard Governor/Rakshas/Arnav Singh Raizada,

House number 32

Raizada Mansion

Panchsheel Park-110099*9

wait,What?110099*9?Weird name and equally weird number.I roll my eyes and then flinch as Delhi's boiling sun attacks me with glory.Time to move I guess!

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I look at the huge house looming in front of me and it looks familiar somehow.Raizada mansion-the impeccably etched golden letters on the wooden board ring a bell in my mind.

"Ting tong"

The other bell rings in the house as I press the button.The moment the door opens a spark of recognition lights up my brain.

''P square!!!''

''HP?''

oh damn!Guess my luck to be bringing a letter to the very house half my clan works in.This my dears was Hari Prakash-the third in line of the Prakashes.Now let it remain a secret that eating any wrong stuff used to paint his face a shade of sickly green and hence he was named so.Anyways that certainly hasn't stopped him to refer to me as half of the Pythagoras Theorem!

Confused?Well all of us had been educated until class tenth and one of the most popular theorems in those days was that of a right angled triangle.As the theorem says-P square + B square = H square.

Forget the B and H but the P square/Prakash Prakash is how I was nicknamed.

''How are you?''HP's face lights up brighter than the bulbs my dad used to sell.

''I am perfectly fine.Here is the letter..''I hurridly stash the letter in his hand,preparing to leave when he stops me.

''Arre Bhai what is the hurry?Let me call Jai and Om too!They must be...''

''Oh no Bhaiya.I am getting late''I lie through my teeth.

''Hari Prakash ji!!''A lady's voice comes tinkling through the hall and soon she herself appears in a light pink saree ''Who is it?'' She asks.

''Anjali Di!! My youngest brother P squa...I mean Prakash Prakash''

''Oh!!Namaste!''She smiles a dazzling smile which puts my brother and my dad's bulbs to shame.

''Namaste''I press my hands together,still enchanted as she flicks off her hair and takes the letter from HP's hand.

''Whose letter is it?''She reads the address and then smiles again.Gosh!mY lucky day indeed!

''Oh!It is for Chote from Lucknow!Khushi ji and his banters will never stop!!''She chuckles as my heart beats loudly against my chest.

''P square have some tea atleast?''HP insists.

I am about to agree but then a memory strikes in my head.One of my other brothers had sent me a letter few months back,describing fondly the slightly weird events of this mansion.And one of them included - Though the family loves to enjoy a cup of tea,it is more often used to splash the residents with or is refused by some members who shout upon us as if we had been the cause of the ninth world war ensuing in the house.

''NO!!'' I shout out and realising HP and the lovely lady were in shock,I quickly correct myself ''I mean some other day I guess!I have work today you see.''

''Oh ok it's fine Prakash Prakash ji!But you are welcome anytime''she smiles again.

''Di!!Who the hell is there?''

It is my turn to double take as the SUV guy strides towards us.

''Chote it's Khushi ji's...''

Before the lovely lady could finish,he snatches the letter from her hands and rushes off.My lady giggles in delight and then suddenly goes silent.I couldn't help but notice the vacant and distinctly sad look in her eyes.

Are you fine?

I don't dare to word my feelings even as I bid them farewell and the door shuts.

I stare at the Mansion,realising that these were the same house's pictures which my brother Computer Prakash had posted on Facebook and tagged me on.

Damn it! Did I just say I was on Facebook?ermm I hope that wouldn't hinder my image as the perfect postman in your eyes.I tip my hate and wander off to the next stop with the smile of the lady clicked in my heart and the memories of my childhood coming back and haunting me.

With letters and smiles I bid you Goodbye!

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*Applause* To the person who read it all!Personally I don't think there are many 😛

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