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For a recap you may read Paris (Part 1) | Paris (Part 2) | Paris (Part 3)
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“Then you tell them that you have one request to make.”, Suresh adds
“One request?”, asks Krishna
“Yes. You will request Manohar Ji to give you 2 lakhs.”, says Suresh
“2 lakhs? I can't do that. He is my father’s friend. I can't ask him money like this. This is not correct.”, says Krishna nodding his head in disagreement to the whole idea
“Do you want to go to Paris or not?”, Suresh asks Krishna
(I will be sharing this story in 5 parts, at the most. Each week, one part will be released taking the story forward. Hope you enjoy reading this one.)
For a recap you may read Paris (Part 1) | Paris (Part 2) .
In the next three days Krishna manages to find the travel agent's address with some help and visits him. It is located in a residential area with very few houses. Most of them are dilapidated and nobody is staying in there. Still there were few passersby here and there.
(I will be sharing this story in 5 parts, at the most. Each week, one part will be released taking the story forward. Hope you enjoy reading this one.)
For a recap you may read Paris (Part 1).
Krishna leaves the next day. When he reaches his village, he has the least idea of what was waiting for him. He visits the headman’s house where there are few other villagers. As they see Krishna, their whispers start getting louder. As he crosses each one of them, wishing them ‘namaste’ they give an unhappy look. Now he gets perplexed. Then there is an hour long discussion and argument over several things till the headman put forwards the final question to Krishna.
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“Krishna! Krishna!”, she calls him.
“Yes, Madam”, he hurriedly comes to her, adjusting his uniform over his frail body.
“Take it. This is for you”, she says and hands him a gift which she had secretly bought for him.
“What is it, Maya? What are you giving him?”, she is caught by her mother, unalarmed.
“Nothing, Mom”, she says casually and manages to divert her mother’s attention.
“Krishna, is the car ready? We are already late”, asks Maya’s mother.
“Yes Madam ji, the car is ready”, he replies in a submissive tone, trying to hide the gift from Maya.
Quite often I tend to attach emotional value to an object. So, there are many such objects that I have kept over the years, carefully. I think I have got this habit from my father. I know he still has a pair of clay tribal figurines, he had bought when he was in third standard.
