FF - Moonbeams on the Sea..Update 30/11 Pg 6 - Page 2

Originally posted by: sam111222

hi, loved the way you started the FF. i want to read more of it. Please update soon.😃

Originally posted by: jyoti06

Skepti your writing and Narration style is just outstanding👏...Hv u ever thought of writing a book😳..I bet u will become a wonderful writer👍🏼... Actually I do write whenever I have free time and the inclinnation. I circulate my stories among my reading group and some close friends and family. This is the first time I am sharing my story with a forum.

So now I m waiting for your next part to know about those two men who stared at u😉...This sounds really different and unique😳...

Originally posted by: skeptical

Joooooooooo!! Stop it!! Those men were staring at Keya the narrator and not me. Anyway I am in a bit of a soup with the news about the new Sanjay. But the character in my story will look and behave differently.

Originally posted by: jyoti06

😆 I did!

Originally posted by: skeptical

Nups,

😳☺️ Thaaaaaaaaaank youuuuuuuuuu.

Kranti is going to be exactly as we envisaged her and Veer will be as we would have liked Raj to be.

After all they are going to be our characters, isn't it?😉

Part 2

"Make sure you keep warm," I said.

"God has given horses special muscles, so relax." Granma as usual read my mind and tried to reassure me. I was amazed. She could still read me like a book. Maybe it was because she had brought me up.

A few people were inside. As I entered, the inn keeper came forward. When he saw me, his face changed. He started to retreat. I was confused. What was happening here?

"Yes I shall get you a cup right away," he stammered and rushed away.

I went outside and told Surya to get the tea. I was feeling awkward in there. He did the needful. We sipped our tea and went on our way.

Oh to be home……………..!!!!! I went to sleep the moment my head touched the pillow. I woke up early in the morning. I loved to see the daybreak. I stood at my window.

My parents had died in a car mishap. I was in the car too. But only God knows how I survived and that too without a scratch.

Twenty Five years ago

My father, Gautam Sharma had left for higher education to the city. In the city, he had met a young pretty girl Jaya who was docile and well mannered. But she was not from his community. His father, Madan Mohan Sharma had initially objected to the alliance but seeing Gautam's determination, he relented. After all, he was his only son. Of course his coming around took over a year and by then a daughter had been born to the young couple. Sumitra, Gautam's mother knew that it was the pull of the grandchild that had made the old man want to mend fences.

Madan Mohan summoned his son to his ancestral home. And Gautam came almost immediately with his wife and baby. They would name the baby together. Gautam said he would like his father who was a writer to suggest a nice name.

The day of the arrival dawned. Everything was in order. All the preparations were done. Everyone in the house was nervous. Sumitra hoped that everything would go off smoothly. She would be seeing her daughter in law and grand daughter for the first time. But she was also very afraid that so much happiness had come her way. Please God, she prayed let everything be okay.

"Hello? Hello? Please answer. There is a baby here. She has survived. Please come and take her."

When they reached, they could hear the little baby crying. Sumitra picked her up. The rest of it had been a blur. It was past midnight when Madan Mohan and Surya returned from the cremations. The decorations were still up. No one bothered to do anything about them.

Madan Mohan came down to sit at his usual perch when he heard a distant wail. Who was that? Oh! That was the baby. He went to the nursery. The 4 month old baby looked at the adult who neared her crib. The cries quietened. She looked at the sad aging face and blinked. Her cheeks were wet. Madan Mohan picked her up and held her close. He walked out of the room, down the steps and into the garden.

"Let these rays bathe you in their golden hues.

Let the birds warble to welcome you.

Each flower that blooms is just for you.

Let the breezes play on your cheeks.

Let the roses be jealous for there is someone here who has soft pink cheeks just like their petals.

Let the black swans on the lake be jealous of your soft black hair, for it is smoother than their down.

There will always be dew covered grass to protect your soft feet as you walk.

Welcome my little one."

"Oh my little one! I am so happy to see you." She cried. And the baby gurgled in answer.

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I turned away from my window overlooking the gardens. Nothing had changed in this house. I was happy to come home. To come home, yet again. There had always been a sense of belonging here. I could never understand why. My Gran thought that was a silly since this was my family home.

And this is where I was. In Sirkat. A small little town on a hill about 35 kms from Chitrapur.

Ahhhhhhhhhh heavenly Skippy!