[MG FF] The Sunshine- Update pg 134 - Page 14

Geet snuck out her little head to see her father leaving the mansion with his numerous bodyguards. The maids were strictly instructed not to leave the house and to take care of Geet. Geet smirked looking at her bauji. He clearly had underestimated her and her curiousness. Hehe! Now, if she could fool her father then it wouldn't be difficult to fool the scared maids at all.

After her father disappeared out of the mansion in his jeep, Geet came out to the foyer, licking a lollipop and looked at Savitha, the maid who was appointed to look after her. She whispered 'Savitha di'mujhe mumma ki bohot yaad aarahi hai...mujhe unse baat karni hai. Par aap chinta mat kejiye, maine bauji se permission kal raat hi maang liya. Bas yeh baat kisi aur ko pata nahi honi chahiye...issiliye main dheere se bol rahi hoon...'

Savitha nodded her head, failing to understand the real motive reflected in those hazels of her master's daughter. She quietly took Geet to the phone room and stood outside the door, after closing it just as Geet had instructed her.

Geet looked around the room and spotted the telephone her father used to make international calls. She quickly took out the number from her pocket and dialed it. The jail's matron picked up the phone and spoke in American accent, which wasn't difficult for Geet to understand.

'Hello, American central jail, may I know who is speaking?'

'Hello, this is Geet, from India. I wanted to talk to my mother, Smriti Handa who is imprisoned there.'

The matron was apprehensive and she looked at her senior officer who was sitting on a chair, reading newspaper and said 'Sir, a little girl has called. She wants to speak to her mother.'

'Give the call...doesn't matter. She is just a child, she won't be of any harm' replied the officer in a boring tone and the matron scuttled away to bring Smriti after putting Geet's call on hold. Geet waited for her mother to come because she knew her mother was the best person to talk to about this boy because she knew all about children.

Smriti, who came in breathlessly, picked up the receiver 'hello...Geet?'

Geet smiled as soon as she heard her mother's voice 'ha mumma...main Geet...how are you mumma...I miss you so much!

'Mumma...mujhe aapko ek baat batani thi. Listen to me carefully. Bauji has imprisoned a boy over here, in this palace and is hitting him black and blue. He needs help mumma otherwise he would surely lose his life. But the thing is, if I am not wrong, he has got some problem. I don't think he can adjust to strangers. There is something severe happened to him or his family which makes him lock himself out. I had snuck into his room the previous day and as soon as he saw me, he started screaming his lungs out. He really needs help mumma'the only way is treatment, as how you had done to that boy who had come to our orphanage. I don't know how to do or what to do. I need your help.'

Smriti had tears in her eyes after listening to her daughter. There was a poignant pause which defined the emotions of a mother more than words. She wiped her tears and said 'Geet bete...meri baat dhyaan se suno ... main tumhe woh sab phone pe nahi bata sakti. Main tumhe chitti bhejungi. Mujhe woh facility hai. Theek hai...chitti pad...tumhe samajh aayega ki tumhe kya karna hai lekin usse pehle tumhe uss ladke ke baare mein zyaada jaanna hoga...uske paas dubara jao aur koshish karo usse dosti karne ki aur uske takleef ke baare mein zyaada jaan lo...theek hai...baaki baate main chitti mein likhoongi...theek hai?'

'Bye darling, love you...' said Smriti and hung up.

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After talking to her mother, Geet felt a strange sense of courage rise through her. She felt peaceful and confident. She knew her mother would definitely write her and explain the method of curing that boy and she had to co-operate with her. This was a tremendously difficult job but not impossible. She knew this problem was too much for her age but she had certain experience in solving problems of extreme gravity and she thought this task to be another one just like that. Those sad and empty eyes of the boy kept looming in front of her eyes and she had to help him and she would help him for sure.

With a new hope and strong will, she snuck out of the phone room and pretended to have hiccups in front of Savitha. Savitha went to the kitchen to bring water and Geet escaped from there and ran to her room to fetch the keys. She took the keys and quickly ran to the boy's room, hiding from everyone.

The same disgusting smell met her nose, which made her to wrinkle her nose in irritation. The strong smell of ammonia was filled in the air. She recognized this dirty smell as the same smell she had smelled when she and her mother had performed some experiments in their house laboratory. Her mother had explained her that the smell of ammonia is found near public toilets and garbage lands. If that smell is lingering here then this is really bad'thought Geet. It is not healthy and hygienic. She slowly walked around the room, covering her nose, avoiding the garbage, and discovered that there was no bathroom in there. What? What the hell? For the first time in her life, Geet experienced a strange emotion coursing through her. She thought of strangling her father. Damn! This boy is of the same age of her, may be a few months up and down and he is being treated like this! He has been locked in a dirty room that had no bathroom and no means of keeping oneself clean and hygienic. She had to do something and she would definitely do it.

But if this boy has been locked in this dirty room for so many days then how come he hasn't been infected with anything? Maybe he has! Oh my god! What if he is infected with some contagious disease then she would also be affected! Geeet! Stop thinking about yourself! Think about that boy! He has his life in danger and all that matters to you is getting you affected! Stupid! No she couldn't be so selfish! She had to take this boy out of here. But how? Her father would definitely create more problems if he came to know about this. She had to do something else. She started looking here and there, scratching her head, trying to think of a plan when she spotted the door lock. She was hit with an idea. Yes! She quickly looked around a spotted a flat rod amidst the garbage. She ran to pick it up and her feet slipped on something. Yuck! She cried in disgust and tore a piece of her skirt and picked the rod up and went to the door. Hitting and jamming it, she managed to ruin the lock. Now her father would definitely look for another room. She would cleverly guide him to take this boy to the room next to hers or the room that she was accessible to. Yippie!

Suddenly, she remembered her mother's words and smacked her head. 'Geet! You are really stupid! Try to wake him up!' She murmured and slowly approached the boy. She could see him shivering uncontrollably. Her eyes moistened looking at the sorry state of this adorable boy. He was so cute. She squatted on her knees and slowly shook him. He took some time to open his eyes. Geet once again felt that feel of deep oceans in his eyes but it was again empty of all emotions. She smiled, trying to assure him that she would help him.

The blank look was replaced by pure terror and the boy started screaming again. 'Damn! Hey calm down! Nothing is wrong! Please don't shout! Oh crap!' she tried to convince hopelessly but the boy went on screaming. 'Geet run! You need some other kind of treatment for this boy! Run!' she murmured and ran away, shutting the door.

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