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BACK TO MUSSORIE 17.9
Pre-School, Mentalist, and Future Meetings
She takes small steps to the door…kids in the classroom and doing away with their backpacks and such…she has got exactly five minutes before she is obliged to give them her undivided attention…
"Hello..." she didn't know how else to begin something with words…they had concrete eye contact.
"Hi...small world…?"
"It seems…"
Darya moves from Shaantanu's side when she spots her friend walk in the classroom…the two adults look on as little ones went on unloading their backpacks on the shelves…
"Khanak…" He says and she turns to look at him in bewilderment…her name sounded distinct; oddly distinct. "Did I get that right?" He questions her bewildered expression.
"Yeah…yeah you…You did…"
They are interrupted when a faculty head appears calling out to her...Khanak acknowledges the lady and she begins to wish her on her first day and how happy she is with the school board's decision in hiring just the right kinda person for this job…Shaantanu Sachdev steps back…withdraws that very concrete eye contact they had going on…he turns and walks away…her attention remains divided till she confirms him completely gone from over the shoulder of the lady that kept praising her regardless…
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Her first day gives her an opportunity to familiarize herself with a total fifteen innocent faces and minds…they are all so diverse with equally creative and amazing little craniums…they made her happy…they became a reason for her escape…five days a week from eight to three, she is going to be a wonderful preschool teacher…rest of the hours will have a story of their own.
"Can you please help me hang my finger painting on the string…?" Darya finds her way up to her pretty new teacher who is surrounded by the rest of her kiddies in the classroom. Khanak turns her attention and posture to her level.
"Absolutely…are you done with your painting…?"
"Yesh!" Darya holds up the gigantic color splashed paper in front of her…it's a huge butterfly with pretty much all the colors that Khanak had made available for this particular activity.
"Woow! This is great Darya…!"
"I know…" The little one declares with her adorable expressions and gets rewarded Khanak's genuine smile…the student-teacher duo makes their way to the hallway just outside the classroom…Khanak has got some clips that Darya will use to hang up her painting on the string that is tied from one end of the wall to the next.
"Is it fine heeere…."
"Umm…let's get it a little higher…"
As Khanak helps move Darya's painting up on the string, she notices the bottom left corner of the painting…is has got "Darya Sachdev" written in distorted letters…she smiles at the name without any particular conscious reasoning…
"All done Miss. K…!"
"Yes Munchkin! All done…!"
"Muckin…! Daddy calls me tat…"
"Oh!"
"I like it…dadyy tol you to…"
"No..no he didn't…come lets head back in the classroom…" Khanak leads carefree four year old back in to the designated classroom.
……………..
"Dr. Sachdev…"
"Yes Rachael…?"
"You have got your eleven thirty appointment checking in early…would you like to take him in for session since the ten o clock appointment called and canceled hers…" His polite P.R from his front desk is calling to know his preference.
"Sure Rachael…that'd be great…I'll wrapping up early"
"Exactly at 2:00 today..."
"Great…Thanks Rach.."
"Sure thing Doctor…"
He works through his day just as diligently as he always does…sees patients and gives them his consult when required, if required…being a clinical psychiatrist he is obliged to listen to his patients critically…help them through the qualms that kept them mentally disturbed by talking and then prescribing medicine if appropriate…his life is the perfect paradox if compared in personal and professional terms, but that never gets in the way of his exceptional methodology he utilizes in his profession.
...
"You've reached Raina…I am not able to pick up your call so leave a…" He hangs up the phone upon his third try and types up a quick text "I will get Darya", sends it and pulls out his Lexus from the parking to head down to his daughter's preschool.
……….
Khanak is concluding her day with her fifteen little angles on a promising note of seeing them again the following day and many more days to come…the kids seem to like their new "Miss.K" and even she feels like she could get used of being called that new name…it was a unanimous decision from her kids to shorten her name like that…she had no problem with it.
"Okay Darya do you see your car…is someone here is get you…?"
"No…I…yes..yesh..! I see Daddyy…!" From a low tone to high pitched sequel…Darya's tone change had her excited too. She walks her down the School's front steps and then stops at the gate where Shaantanu Sachdev will walk up to get his daughter.
"Daddy…!" Darya leaps forward to give her dad a crushing hug, she gets swept up his strong arms. Miss K has stopped a few steps back…she becomes a spectator to father-daughter moment.
"Hi…! Munchkin..!" He greets her back with warmth, hugging her and her backpack.
"Darya haad a goood day…!"
"Hmm…looks like…" He says finally glancing up at the gate and finding a potential reason for his daughter's glee this afternoon.
Khanak is tuning to leave when Darya's loud "Miss. K" halts her steps…He keeps his daughter in his arms and walks up to her…an acknowledging glance is exchanged between the two adults.
"Yes Darya…?"
"Miss K did you see…Daddy call me munckin too…!"
"Too…?" Shaantanu looks at her and then Darya with curiosity…He will get his response from Miss. K herself.
"I didn't know…I called her by it…"
"It fits well with her…doesn't it…?" He questions poking Darya's nose playfully.
"She is adorable Mr. Sachdev…"
"It's Shaantanu….Khanak…" He says acknowledging her by her name once again…it startles her.
"Or Miss K…like me…" Darya's spontaneous suggestion revives laughter between the two adults, doing away with the moment of silence that would've followed instead.
"How was your first day here…?"
"It was great…thanks to this amazing little being here…" She points to Darya while answering.
"Khanak…"
"Jee….I mean...Yes..." Her reflexive response in her mother-tongue to her very correctly pronounced name is instantly translated to English once she realizes her reflex.
"Hindi mein baat samjh mein aati hain mujhe…"
"Sorry…voh…"
"Kya hum aik meeting time set kar saktay hain…?" He is very straight forward at his end…she looks up a little puzzled.
"Meeting…?"
"Kuch Darya kay baray mein discuss karna tha mujhe…"
"Sure…app school timing se pehlay aasaktay hain…principle bhi office…"
"You'll be Darya's permanent teacher right…?" He cuts her short.
"Jee…"
"Toh behtair hoga hum baat kar lay….School mein ya bahir, that's up to you…"
"App decide kar kay bata de…mujhe pata nahi hain zaayada kuch iss jagah kay baray mein…"
"Theek hain toh phir hum yahi mill saktay hain…after-school sometime...?"
"Okay…" She agrees to it, giving him not only her verbal agreement but her visual one too…something in her compliant eyes that he is able to read.
He nods and the both notice how Darya has reclined her head on his shoulder since he had been holding her in his arms while they talked…a fun fill day had tired her…she looks ready to snooze for a while.
"I'll see you then…"
"Hmm..." She nods and then watches him head down the street where several other parents were walking away with their kids after picking them up from the front of the school.
Khanak didn't wait to see him completely disappear from her sight this time around…but he did turn back once he reaches his car halfway down the street…her absence doesn't disappoint him…he has a faint smile curving his solemn lips instead.
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Realities, Afternoons, and Espresso Macchiato
Malik's Penthouse…Uptown Manhattan…
She was pouring herself a glass of Tropicana Orange Juice when Armaan stepped in through the front door, talking on the phone…laughing at some comment the caller had made…he acknowledges her with a waves she returns a nod and a faint smile…
Her feet move to settle on the comfortable divan looking out the Manhattan skyline…Armaan's bag and shoed find a spot in the living room…he hangs up the phone, walking over to her…
"So a week done and gone as "Miss.K"…how are you liking it so far…?"
"It's good…I like my new name…"
"That's good to hear…"
"Yeah…I feel the same way…"
"Khanak…"
"Hmm…?"
"Are we good…?"
"We're getting there…" She picks up her glass of juice and walks past him without turning back…however his eyes witness her going in to her bedroom and closing the door softly behind her.
She had been simplistic and understanding all through that argument that he had initiated…that started off with something that was so fake…so very forced…nothing between her and him will be the same after that phone call that she had overheard…she did nothing to express that she had heard him talking, but his actions left no stone unturned in making her express the innate repercussion…
It had been like this…
"Khanak did you wanted to talk to Dad…?"
"Nahi…bus yunhi phone kar liya tha…"
"Oh okay…! He got your message over his voicemail…says Hi..!"
"App millay thay office mein..?"
"Hmm…We had lunch…"
"Oh…"
"Do you want to go out to dinner…"
"Maine ghar mein bana liya hain…"
"Alright…then let me make it special by arranging the table…"
"Main kar loongi…"
"Khanak do you always like to dominate….?"
"Jee…??" She had been puzzled with his changed tone and a weird sort of a question, she only wanted to cause him no trouble by insisting on doing the table herself.
"What is it with you…? When someone offers help you take it…"
"Main toh sirf…"
"It's fine…I just hope you can get the hang of our ways sooner than later…the transition has been hard on you…isn't it..?"
She hadn't answered, figuring maybe some other issue at work or something had him troubled this evening…in her terms, she had been courteous and mindful of what he had said over the phone that night, she had kept their "incompatibility" in mind…she'd been lady-like and considerate in not answering…for him it wasn't the case, because in the next instant the tall water glass in Armaan Malik's gets crushed across the wooden floor of their open kitchen… Anger…that was it…the human flaw that was covered up with his wit and charm and affluence…It's the rash Anger that lurked underneath it all…
"When I am talking…you answer…" he had spoken through his gritted teeth.
"I..I..am..sor…"
"Don't..!"
"Arm…"
"I said DON'T…"
Before she could move herself to his side, he had walked off and away…her bare feet had been vulnerable to the pieces of shattered glass on the floor… and she had been left behind to clean up blood tinged glass on her own.
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Sachdev's Residence…Upper East Side
He had been home with Darya, watching her Disney Princess's special edition on Blu-ray that she loved so much…it was finally the weekend and he was glad that he had this evening to spent with his adorable daughter…this week had been good…this week had been unexpectedly….good.
"Daddy…?"
"Yes Munchkin…?"
"Jasmine's hair is as looonggg as Miss K…."
He had been munching on popcorn from the huge bowl which Darya and him had made just before starting on Aladdin…his daughter's comment made him look up at the widescreen displaying Princess Jasmine…the thought of Miss. K stirred up from his sub-conscious to conscious…
"Don't you think Daddy…?" Darya tugs on his leg again and questions with innocent eyes.
"I…I…Don't know sweetheart…"
"I'll show you next time Daddy…"
"Is my Munchkin good friends with Miss K…?" He had posed his query as he picked up Darya from the rug and held her in his arms, settling her in his lap.
"She calls me muchkin…she my friend…!"
Shaantanu had smiled on her comment…he had been happy to see his daughter gel well with Khanak…he been glad that it had been Khanak…Darya lays her head back against her daddy's shoulder and continues to watch the story of the Arabian princess…Shaantanu thinks back to Tuesday afternoon…He had met with Khanak…
"Hi…"
"Hello…"
"I hope this isn't a bad time…?"
"No…I was heading back…"
"I was too…then I realized I had made a sort of an appointment with my daughter's new teacher…"
She had smiled at his comment…a full smile…he had caught her at a perfect time as he was only about to head inside the school to meet her…it was a pleasant afternoon with subtle breeze and post-snow coolness…She was wrapped in warm clothing paired with leather boots and a beige scarf around her neck…he had been in his professional clothing from work….no tie, of course.
"Do mind walking…?"
"Umm…I..."
"I need Coffee…hadn't have one since morning…"
"Okay…sure…"
They had walked down the street to the nearest Starbucks and she had informed him how Darya's was picked up by her Daadi Maa today after school…He had agreed that his other usually do pick her up after school…the very formal exchange of knowingness was palpable in their conversation…he had bought himself his black house blend coffee with no cream or sugar…
"Kya lena chahogi…?"
"Jee…?"
"Coffee…Latte..?"
"Main um…i…"
"Let me get something…Espresso Macchiato…A small is good…Thanks…" He moves away from the counter and she follows behind like it's what she ought to do.
They get their Coffee…he picks up hers first and hands it over…his glass in of a "Grande" order so it's bigger than hers…they are back outside…people passing them by…
"You haven't tried Starbucks…have you…?"
"No…I wanted to…school mein saara staff "Starbucks" ki kaafi baar karta hain…"
"Yeah…I am not surprised…" He replies and then they walk in silence for a few minutes until Hudson River becomes visible in sight and they have stepped on the dock that overlooks it…Manhattan Bridge can be spotted as well…
"Behtay…?"
She moves to settle herself down as he points to an empty bench…he observes her cautiousness with the hot Coffee, she has yet to taste it.
"Main Darya ke baaray mein kuch baat karna chahra tha…"
"Jee..."
"I am sure school me kuch toh bataya hoga…lakin I just wanted to make this a little more clear…Darya has a condition…It's called Ebstein's anomaly…kind of a heart defect with a fancy name…"
He glances up at her after a small pause and finds her sharing his solemn facial expressions...as a father he had taken this matter as serious as anything else it the world…he didn't expect strangers to do that…but she did…she had somehow transpired that tensed facial crease from his forehead to hers….
"Kub se…?"
"Birth…aisi problem shuru mein he pata chal jaati hain…"
"Voh theek…"
"Absolutely…she's got one the best surgeons here…usski weak body iss waqt surgery kay liye ready nahi hain…we are waiting for the right time…"
"Main aisa kya kar sakti hoon jo Darya ko help kar sakay…?"
"Lookout for her…as a teacher….i mean…main jaanta hoon ke play time aur lunch break mein voh baaqi sub ki tarah bhaagna chahay gee…she'd want to play and run like the other kids…main chahta hoon ke you make sure she doesn't go out her way…let her do things, lakin extra precaution ke saath…it's a humble request…"
"Of course…main..main samjh sakti hoon.."
"Can you really…? Kya kabhi koi apna kissi bemaari se ghuzara hain…?"
"Bahut recently…meri mother…"
"Oh…! I am Sor…."
"Nahi…jaisay mein Darya ke liye nahi hoon aur na kabhi hongi…voh bahut jald bahut achi hojaaye gee…she is a bright child…I think you believe that the most…"
"Yes…I do…I just wanted to make sure that the person who is going to be a part of her day five days a week did too…"
"Aur aisa he hua hain…app please meri taraf se kabhi koi carelessness nahi dekhay ge…"
"I think I can believe that too…" His lips had curved slightly as he commented.
She had moved her hand to get a hold of her Coffee after observing silence with him…he had watched her sip out of the cup, her terracotta lipstick had left a mark on the cup…he was half-way done with his Grande order…
"This is good…yeh kya hain…?"
"Espresso Macchiato…yahaan loog issay hot peetay hain and you have just made yourself an exception…"
"Oh..voh…mujhe garam drinks thodi thandi achi lagti hain…"
"Aur thandi drinks…?"
"Voh aur bhi zaayada thandi honi chahiyay…"
They had shared a small laugh at an expense of her comment…he been happy…he had genuinely indulged in a conversation…he had found her exceeding his expectations of understanding and accepting what he had wanted her to accept regarding Darya…she had been nothing but so very kind and soft with compliance…after such a long time he had witnessed such purity, such truthfulness. He didn't need any further assurance.
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"I am home guys…! Dari…Shaan…!" Raina had exclaimed coming in through the front door…she was only an hour late from what she had promised them…her meeting with her client had probably been the reason.
Shaantanu gets his senses adjusted to his surrounding and realizes that his daughter had fallen asleep laying against his chest while his thoughts had carried him back to Tuesday afternoon…he gets up cautiously, keeping Darya in his arms…Raina realizes walking up to him that he wants her to remain quiet…With a look of acknowledgement Shaantanu passes by Raina and heads upstairs to tuck Darya in.
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Iss Pyaar Ko Kya Naam Doon
