Karan tried to hear what the damsel on the terrace spoke. A damsel, that is how he thought of her. Each passing moment drew him towards her. Finally, he was able to overhear what she said.
“Today a boy is coming to see my sister. Please ensure everything goes on well, ok Bandhu? What? For me? Hmm. There is still time for that. You know, what is my wish Bandhu? Whoever is destined for me should sing songs for me, with your mention in it.” She laughed heartily.
“I demand too much right? But you are the only one, who I can ask with an authority. Isn’t it?”
“Samiksha.” A shoutout from downstairs disrupted her conversation and she came back to the real world.
“Bandhu, it’s a secret between us. Bye.” She ran away from there bidding farewell to her friend. But she was still there somewhere, in someone’s mind, now onwards.
“Not a secret anymore.” Karan whispered to himself with a smile on his lips.” A girl who cares with all her heart for a small butterfly, how lovable and kind she must be to everyone else. Undoubtedly, she is different from the rest. Naive, true, and … a moonchild.” With her glimpses and words flashing in his mind, he walked away from there.
On the way,
he met Pooja’s husband.
“Karan da, I am sorry my wife wanted to speak with me. So I left suddenly. Did you talk with your client?”
“Yes, I did. Thank you. The girl . .”
His wife once again called him out. “All are waiting downstairs. Please come soon.” And the duo came back to the hall to join the others.
“There you are. We thought you went back to Kolkata from upstairs.” Mohandas pulled his leg.
“Actually, I saw upstairs . .”
“Our terrace? It’s a beautiful one isn’t it? My niece Samiksha takes care of it. Every corner is maintained by her. Did you see her upstairs?”
“Samiksha. So her name is Samiksha.” He spoke in his mind.
Father of Mohandas, who was a spectator till now
spoke to Karan, “You liked our terrace son?”
“Yes of course dada. It’s really beautiful.”
“Are you fine? You look nervous.”
“Yes, that I am. A lot. Thanks for understanding my situation.”
“My Samiksha is a gem. A rare gem. She loves everyone. She doesn’t know the meaning of hatred.” Everyone there listened to him with a curiosity to know more about Samiksha. Karan had already fallen for this beautiful caretaker of the terrace, the moonchild.
“Did you see her upstairs? I think she was up.” Karan gathered words to speak but failed. But Hemant was a practical man. He at once told his son,
“Karan, you can talk to Kalyani. We already did.”
Karan got caught in a conflict. After seeing the girl upstairs, he was no longer interested in any other. But he found it unethical to tell everyone how he felt at that moment. “Should I talk to them about Samiksha now or later? How will everyone react? After all, we have come to see Kalyani, not Samiksha.“
Thinking of how to start the conversation with Kalyani he began, “What is your name?” And he succeeded in leaving everyone in splits.
Karan had not made such a stupid error in his entire life. Being a lawyer, he played with words. But the current situation made him devoid of words. Everyone in the hall burst into laughter.
“I think I am nervous.” He whispered to his dad, “Dada, may we leave now? My client wants to meet me urgently. And I need time.” First, his dad found this strange but somehow he spoke,
“Mohan da, we will take your leave now. I am sure, Mithila and Anurag liked Kalyani as I did.” Both nodded positively at his words. “We are here for one more day. Let us see how things work.”
“Sure da. It was pleasant to meet you all. If you wish to come tomorrow, for talking, we would be delighted.” Hemant Sen left along with his family.
“Such a nice boy, isn’t he?
A renowned lawyer in Kolkata, but not a trace of pride.” Lakshmi said at once. “I wish Karan and Kalyani had a word with each other.”
Mohandas agreed with her. “Yes, but dada what is your opinion?” He asked his father who was calmly seated in his chair.
“Yes, the boy is nice. And honest too. Did you notice? He did not hurry in giving his opinion. A very rare quality in today’s generation. My experience says he is good at heart.” He spoke to himself,
“I wish he marries my Samiksha. Theirs will be a perfect match. It’s my heartfelt desire that this happens. God, you are the caretaker of everyone. I feel no one else other than this boy can make my Samiksha happy. Please, fulfill my wish.” A calm smile on his face did not go unnoticed by all present there.
At night, Karan sat beside his parents.
“Dad, Mom, I need to talk to you both.”
“Yes, go ahead. Even we noticed you are struggling with your thoughts since we came from there. What is it, son? You did not like Kalyani?” Mithila asked her son in a loving tone. His father waited for his reply.
“She is a good girl dada. But I liked someone else?
“Means? You know some girl already?”
“No. I met her today, at their house itself. On the terrace.”
“Who was that girl?” Hemant asked at once.
“Wait, are you talking about her cousin? What was her name?” Mithila spoke.
“Samiksha.” Both his parents noticed Karan’s eager tone mixed with joy. They looked at each other.
“She is the girl I have been waiting for ma. Trust me, if you see her, you will fall in love with her.”
“As you did?” Mithila quickly asked him. The blush on his face gave them the answer.
Hemant thought for a while.
“She belongs to the same family, so that is not an issue. But where was she when we were there?”
“She was talking to the moon,” Karan spoke but regretted later.
“She loves talking to the moon dada. As everyone has friends, hers is the moon. What is the big deal?”
“Right, what is the big deal? Agree Mithila?” He spoke teasingly to his wife. Mithila answered with a sweet smile.
“Mom, Dad. She is a very special girl. Very different. Will you meet her? Once.”
“Why not? We can go there tomorrow. But how will you say this to Mohan da?”
“I will see that. But let us meet the girl first.”
Back at Chatterjee’s house,
Samiksha changed her saree and rushed to the main hall.
“Sorry choto chachu. I am late.” Her words disappeared as she noticed her own family members, but no guests.
“Did the guests leave?”
“Yes, my dear. I am sure you must be busy with your Bandhu up.” Mohandas teased her.
“It’s alright dada. Come, Samiksha.” Kalyani called her near.
“So, how was the boy di? Tell, tell.”
“They did not speak much to each other,” Lakshmi informed her. “But we liked the boy. Let us see how things work out.”
“He had come upstairs to take a phone call. Did you see him?” Kalyani asked her anxiously.
“Did he? Ohh. I never noticed him. I was busy with my Bandhu… Ishhh. Sorry everyone, I got so engrossed in the talk.”
Later everyone dispersed. At night, Samiksha went to her grandfather’s room to keep drinking water in his room.
“Come to me camda (moon in Bengali). How was your day?”
“It was a special day for di and I was chatting with my Bandhu.” He laughed out loud.
Things do not happen as we wish. They happen as He, The Almighty wishes. You go to sleep peacefully.” Samiksha hugged him before leaving.
“Apne ki janen(Do you know)?”
“He had visited upstairs. Did you see him?”
“Um, no. I was busy chatting. Why?”
As Samiksha lay in her bed, trying to sleep, a thought crossed her mind.
If he came upstairs, did he see me, talking to moon?
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3 thoughts on “The Moonchild : Part 3”
Good going story as before. I dont like reading, as you know, but, your story makes me read wholeheartedly. Thank you for that 🙏May you get recognition soon. Amen…
God bless you sis.