So many GUEST Readers are Angry with My Previous Stories…
They feels to Throw them inside Bin…
Aww that really Sad to give such a Bad Thing either to BIN too…
Khair, its Not Necessary kay Hr Reader ko Story Achi lagy ya Us mein Kuch Bura Nahi lagy…
Kahein Writer Track sy Hat jana hy, kahein Treatment Saheh Nahi hoti, kahein Mis-Handling ho jati hy Story.. kahein Plot ko Kharab kr dety hain as per Readers Idea…
But Bacchay, Aap Log ye bhi tou Sachein kay Story mein agar Sub kuch Aap ki Pasand ka Nahi ho skta tou aisa bhi nahi hy kay KUCH BBHI AAP KI PASAND ka Na ho…
Aap ko jo Cheez ya Writer kay Likhnay ka Andaz Acha nahi laga…
Aap Bilkul Usy Point Out Kijye j okay kafi Readers nay kiya bhi hay… pr ek Mukammal story ko Bura Kehna Theek Nahi… although Shayed Us ka Font Style hee Aap ko Acha lagy (hehehe)…
Ye Current Story ek Aajeeb Story hy…
Is mein Characters hain, Naam hain magar sirf Similarity ki Hadd tak…
Is mein Kafi Aadatein Un Characters jesi hain jo Aap Parhty hain pr phir bhi Un sy Buht Mukhtalif…
Honestly ye DUO Story ho kr bhi DUO Story Nahi hy…
Is mein Kirdar shayed Aap ko Jany Pehchany lagein magar Un kay Kaam Nahi…
It's a Small Warning to those who feels that My Plots and Especially Treatment Repeated, Sadly this having the Same Issue (wink)…
This is My First SuperNatural Story or say Second SuperNatural Story as First is still in Procedure of Writing… (heheheh)…
The FONT/Sentence/Lines/ Paragraph /Scenes written in BOLD, NON-ITALIC and UNDERLINE are Menu Scripts/Pages/Chapters…
The FONT/Sentence/Lines/ Paragraph /Scenes written in BOLD, and ITALIC are the Flashback Characters Reminding….…
The FONT/Sentence/Lines/ Paragraph /Scenes written only ITALIC are Situation Handling by Characters either Current or Present/Past…
Advance Apology to those Readers who find Story not Appealing for them…
Thank You so much….
Writer Personally Thanks All Bacchas Dua, Wishes for Speedy Recover...
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NOTE: The GUEST Reader who Currently giving Me Plot in My Last Posted Story named TENTH DAY… Reader, I already wrote in this Plot and My Story Series already Posted at IF (India-Forum, CID Platform) and You can easily find it there…
! ... TaLe of a CoFFeeBeAN ... !
If this Book would be a Best Seller… I will take all Credit although if it would be the Biggest Flop… Daya is Mainly Responsible for it…
Abhijeet Shirivastav.!
An Elder Figure giving Encouraging Vibes to the Younger One, who now Stepped inside the Backyard, sitting beside the Crying Figure whose Loud Voice, Hurts the Heart of Loving Relatives while after many Minutes the Changes in Crying to Low Crying to Sobbing and Last Weeping atleast Relaxes the Hearts…
Aansoo chahyey Jis kay bhi hun… Zaiqy mein Namkeen, Taseer mein Gharam aur Dukhun sy Bhary hee hoty hain…
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Pehli baar pata chala kay Un Cheezun sy bhi Darr rehta hy, jin sy Bachpan sy hee Aashnai (known) hoti hay…
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Phir Chahey wo ek Khayali Jhooli Baba ho… jis Bechary ko tou ye bhi malum Nahi kay Us ki Jhooli Najany ab tak Kitny Bacchun ko Churany ka Sabab ban chuki hay aur Wo kitna Khaufnaak Roop rakhta hy hr Bacchy kay Zehn mein…
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Andhera chayey Raat ka ho ya Khauff ka… Aankhun kay Band hony sy ho ya Roshni kay….
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Humein Akela kr hee deta hy… kyunkay kahein na kahein wo Un Pyarun ki Tasweerein Ghayeb kr deta hy, jo shayed Humari Mazbooti hoty hain, Humari Shanakht ya shayed Humara Wajud…
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Meri Us sy Pehli Mulaqaat Baray Aajeeb Andaaz mein hui… kuch Jhijki hui ya kaho Na Samjhny wali…
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Pr is sy Pehlay Main aap Logun ko Apnay baary mein tou Bata dun… Zahir hy, Aap Mujh sy Milein gy tou hee tou Mujh sy Wabasta Logun ko Jaan payein gy na…
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Tou aayey, Milty hain… Mujh sy ya Shayed Kahyey, Is Zindagi kay Ek Ihem Kirdar sy….
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A Handsome Figure roaming the Small Space in between His room and attached washroom from where He is coming out with few Personal Stuff and when Scattered them over His Bed to Arrange it inside a Big Suitcase already Opened and Waiting for More Filling Items, Glance inside that Tummy of Travelling Bag and Calls Loudly…
Voice: Maaa….. Maaa…. (taking out Pull over's/ extremely Warm Sweaters/Jackets with Continuous murmuring) Maa bhi na… Pata Nahi kya Samjh rahi hain (Mother came so Son Look at Her and Teased) Maa (stressed) Mumbai ja raha hy Tumhara Beta… Manali Nahi (taking out those Warm Cloths Tensed Mother who heard) Baraf Nahi parti wahan….
Mother: arry pr (patting over His Palm to atleast stayed back few warm cloths inside bag with) Baarish tou hoti hay na.. wo bhi Buht Zyada…
Son: pr Maa… (look at His Mother Disappointed Sad face so Keep few with) acha ye (showing Two with) Do rakh leta hun.. (agreed with) Theek…
Mother (happily): haan aur haan Dekh (started helping Her Son to arrange things with) wahan kisi sy Baat Mut krna (feeling the Glare of Her Son Volumetric Expressive Eyes so lower down Her Face and Voice either giving Amendments in Her Advise with) acha acha… Zyada Mut krna (again the Gaze still on Her makes Her Angrier so went outside with) jo Dil chahyey krna… hunh…
Her Son Disappointingly takes Sigh and Finalizing His Arrangements Hearing His Mother Angry Murmur as…
Mother: hunh… jub sy Demotion (heard Correction as Promotion in loud tone from Her Son voice, makes Her More Angrier so in Irritation, doing Her work in Kitchen added) haan haan wohi Lotion Wotion hua hy.. (angriet either still Packing few Foods inside Containers with) najany Khud ko kya Samjhny laga hy… hr Baat mein Gussa… (loud) Dekhna Naak hee Toota jaye gi kisi Roz.. Itna Gussa Jhel Jhel kr… (clear) aur ab Main kuch Bana kr Nahi dy rahi… ( closing those Containers Filling with Yummy Meal Items, loud) Samjhy..
The Two Strong Arms Wrapped Her Neck around while a Head Softly placed over Her Shoulder, Pressed Her to start Weaving inside those Silky Woven threads heard…
Son: Maa, sirf 3 Months ki Baat hy… (sweetly Picking those Containers from Kitchen Counter as) yun Jaon ga aur yun Wapsi… Pata bhi Nahi chaly ga (Up His Head and ask) aur Mausi kay Aany ka kya hua…
Mother (Relaxing Her Baby with): Aa rahi hay.. Raasty mein hay.. (telling now, Washing Her Hands with) Phone aaya tha aur haan wahan Ja kr Kuch Ulta Seedha Mut Khana… (started Advising again Forgetting Everything happened few minutes back with) Koshish krna ky Khud Ghar mein Paka ly.. (worried tone) Najany kya Ala bla Bahar Milta hoga… itna Bara Shehr hay.. aur haan (again seeing Her Son Face having so many Colors of Irritation adds) Zyada Munh Mut Bana… (hearing a Horn with) ly aa gaya Mohit…
Son takes Sigh on that Excess of Lecture Bachet while taking His Luggage, takes Blessings of Her Mother and Move Out as meantime Mausi also arrived so Assuring about giving Call after His Safe Journey and during Journey too, Left with Mohit towards Railway Station….
Abhijeet: Rajeev, (in tense tone) koi Problem tou Nahi hy na…?
Abhijeet really in Tension as after getting His Deputation/Transfer News from His Pharma Company to Mumbai, He feels Her Mother Tension and Her Health Degrading from few days…
Abhijeet Obviously Contacted to Her Regular Doctor who is Treating Her Mother as the Specialist right now Out of City…
Rajeev (sat over Chair with a Printed Paper, Disagreeing with): Nahi, Radiogram thora aagy peechy aaya hy.. pr (Relaxing Him) Tumharay Deputation ki wajah sy bhi ho skta hy…
Abhijeet (instant base): Drop kr deta hun… (telling Straightly) Maa sy Barh kr ye Deputation/Promotion thori Na hy…
Rajeev: Abhijeet, (calming Him Down with) is ki Zarurat Nahi hy.. balky agr ye Kaho gy bhi tou (naughty) Maa kay Hath sy Jooty Khany ko Tayyar rehna… (relaxly said) its Usual Yaar.. 2 din sy Dawa Nahi ly rahi hain (Abhijeet jerked Head, Rajeev said) ho ga tou aisa na…
Abhijeet (disappointed tone): ye Maa bhi na… Yaqeen karo.. (telling Him in Helpless manner) Bachpan kay Kapry tak Mery Bag mein Daal diye hain.. (telling Him) aisa lug raha hy Main 3 Maheeny kay liye Nahi.. 300 Saal ky liye ja raha hun…
Rajeev Laughed and Both Enjoying Chatting with each One with Cup of Tea and after that Visit, Abhijeet comes in Relax state to Move to Mumbai and Accept His Deputation/ Promotion…
After Settling over Seat with Setting His Luggage, look Outside… it's Not His First Journey as in His Life, He makes few either for any Educational Trip, Hangouts with Friends, Celebration and Occasions' even for His Job as well with Family and Friends but this Deputation is Very Important for His Future to get Executive Post in His Company as well Something still Mystery for Most of People Surrounding Him…
He is taken Out His Dairy and Jotted down His Sight Seeing Emotions, Showing their Blowing Glimpse Speedily while His Mind takes Him Back in His Early Life…
Voice 1: Aap ko Andaza hy, Aap nay kya Likha hy… (rash way still in respectful manner) kya ye koi Tareeqa hota hy is tarah kisi bhi Bacchy ki Skills ko Dabany ka… (ask) ain….?
Voice 2 (little lower tone): Dekhyey, Baat ye Nahi.. magar is tarah kay Letters…
Voice 1: Mind it Sir… it's just Not a Letter… (realizing Him what this A4 Size Page as) it's an Application or somewhat Complain Letter where My Son Indicated a very Intense and Sensitive Issue regarding their Security…
Voice 2: Jee, (again in low way) I can Understand.. But…
Voice 1 (again Hyper tone): But kya… kya Aap ek 6th Class kay Bacchy sy Imagine kr skty hain kay Wo Ek Behtareen Letter likh payey ga… Aap Logun ko itny Behtareen Andaz mein Apni Problems, aur (stressing) Aap Logun ki Ghalatiyun sy Aagah kr payey ga… (becoming angry with) bajayey kay Aap Log Apni Ghalati Sudharty… Us ko Encourage krty, Ulta Discourage kr rahy hain.. (sadly) sirf is Wajah sy Kay Us nay is Letter mein Aap ki Mistake ko Point Out kiya…
Voice 2 (rashly seeing the head-down figure standing aside with): whats this Mr. Bakshi…. (ask now Straightly) Aakhir School ka Guard kahan gaya… haan…?
Mr. Bakshi: Sir, Wo Chutti pr gaya tha, pr… (hesitant tone) Wapis Nahi aaya…
Voice 1 (again harsh): Excellent… (telling in teasing way) Sun rahy hain Principle Sahab…?
Principle (to in Strict tone): Mr. Bakshi arranged Someone right now for Temporary bases aur Kal hee Naye Guard kay Interview ka Add Newspaper mein dijyey (to Figure) and Mr. Shrivastav… I really Apologize, even Thanked to Your Son who Lime Light such Important Issue (giving a Burning Glare over Mr. Bakshi with) warna…
Mr. Shrivastav nodded and after Shaking Hand with Principle and giving Burning Glance over Mr. Bakshi, Left the room either Embrace inside Small Arms Wrapped His Waist in Complete Tears and Tension…
Mr. Shirivastav (bend down, seeing His Son, wipes the Precious drops from His Beautiful Big Eyes with): arry arry.. (ask softly) kya hua Mery Bety ho…?
Son (teary tone): Baba, Principle Sir nay Daanta kya Aap ko…?
Mr. Shrivastav (with smiling): Bilkul Nahi… (look at the Group of His Son Friends looking in Tension with) balky Unhun nay tou Aap Sub Logun ki Buht Tareef ki (He feels the Tension in those Sparkling Eyes Decreasing while Proud Smile replacing the Place over Lips of those Kids with) aur ab (telling about the Decision as) Unhun nay Next Week sy New Guard ka bhi keh diya hy…
Kids (yelling with): Yayyyyy….. dekha Abhijeet, Uncle ye (punch over Abhijeet Arm with) Abhijeet hee Darr raha tha… aur kya Main ny tou Bola tha… aur Saheh Baat hee Batai thi na… haan.. Principle Sir ko tou koi Batata bhi Nahi… aur Nahi tou kya… acha hua… haan… Abhijeet kay Letter nay Kaam kr diya… Yes… ab wo Baray Larky bhi Nahi Ander aany ki Koshish karein gy….
Mr. Shrivastav and Abhijeet Hearing these Comments of that Group Gathering and after few minutes, Dispersed on their way as its almost Leaving time from School…
He comes out from that Sweet Memory Trance feeling a Jerk when Waiter Served Him Meal and Desert and after taking it and Enjoying it, He again Back to that Loving Era…
Duo of Father and Son Cherish the Dazzling Weather by Walking Slowly where Abhijeet told His Father about that Application cum Letter Issue as…
Abhijeet: bas Baba, (telling although having a Responsibility over His tone as) jub sy Un Baray Larkun nay School Ground kay Ander aany ki Koshish ki na tou Mery Sub Dostun nay Socha kay Humein Principle Sir ko ye Sub Batana chahyey…
Mr. Shrivastav: tou Beta, (look at Him and ask) Aap Logun nay Apny Student Councilor Mr. Bakshi ko kyun Nahi bataya…?
Abhijeet: Baba, (little frustrated way) Un ko Pata hy aur Hum nay bhi Bataya, balky aur Class kay Bacchun nay bhi.. (rashly) pr Unhun nay Suna hee Nahi Saheh sy…
Mr. Shrivastav: aur (again sweetly) Mery Bety hee nay kyun Application likhi.. haan…? CR hy Class ka, bas is liye…?
Abhijeet (with Grin): Nahi Baba, (telling the Reason behind that) Sub nay kaha Tum likho Abhijeet.. Tumharay Essays aur Write Ups Sub sy Achy hoty hain Class mein… (His tone having Happiness and Proud with) Teachers bhi Praise krty hain aur Marks bhi Zyada aaty hain…
Mr. Shrivastav: hmmm aur yehi tou Meray Betay ka Hunar hy… (sweetly either Abhijeet grabbing His Palm Softly heard) Beta, Hamesha Likhna… (telling) kabhi is ka Sath Mut Chorna… magar (complete stressed in each word) Sach Likhna… Khul kay Likho ya Dhaky Chupy Lafzun mein… pr Sach… aur haan (weaving on His hairs) Baba Apny Bety ki Khuub Moti sii Kitaab ka Intaizar karein gy… jis pr likha hoga…(with complete Proudful tone having Blessings, Dua and Happiness of a Father as) Writer Abhijeet Shrivastav…
Abhijeet Smiled Broadly with Big Nod of Assurance either at that Time He does not Understand the Hope and Proud in this Line but Today He knew how much Love Present in His Father Words with that Wish…
After Freed from His Current Dinner… He again went Back with a Surprise Feel that how Much Unique He is from His Childhood…
From His Early Days at School, He is Interested in Letters/Words and All.. Mostly Kids Attracted towards Colors, Shapes and Drawings but He is Happy with Dancing Letters which makes Sometimes "Bat" or Sometimes "Cat" makes Him really Astonished …
He Really Loved this Game where just Shuffling of Few Letters Introduced Him with another World of Imagination…
His Father is His Inspiration in this World who is the First One got His Son Interest in Playing these 26 Individuals….
The Game started with Simple Alphabetical Ordeal Books to Shape Containing Scraps to Block Letters and Puzzles really Mesmerized the Tiny Tot having Huge Meanings by Joining them Together…
With Passage of time, the Tiny Words made in Small Sentences turn to Paragraph to Summary to Articles to Stories having Sizes Differentiate from Short to Long…
His Essays and Write-Ups makes Him Popular in His Schooling Career while His Short Stories really gives Him Proud Moments Mostly Winning Trophies in His Extra Circular Activities…
The Skill turn to a Craze where in College He is Selected in Editorial Wing of College Magazine and Cultural Society…
Started sending Publications of His Articles and Stories on His Professor's and Few Close Friends and also His Parents Pressure as these days He was roaming around Corridors of Different Hospitals of City in Extreme Panic state Because of His Father Critical Health Condition due to Sudden Heart Attack…
He can't believe that His First Publication appeared over the day where He Lost His Father who Left Him and His Mother to give Support to Each One in Absence of Him in that Life Journey…
He really Cried a lot after seeing His Name as ABHIJEET SHRIVASTAV at the Ending Note of that Article but somehow feeling a Great Pleasure in His Heart as He gave a Priceless Gift to His Father which really Soothing His Father Heart in that Eternal Journey Ride and when feeling Sad regarding that Temporary Departure with His Lovingly Relations, a Wet Smile lit up over His Lips when Reminding that Two Column Article having His Only Son Pen-Name too…
Mostly People of His Professional Bonding becomes Astonished when getting the Inner Skills of His Debate and making Presentation Quality…
His Speech Aura creating Histories during Presentation where His Pharma Company from which He is Associated from 3 Years getting New and High Amounts Orders…
But still He is Waiting for that Day, Yes the Day where His Book Published with His Name as a Writer…
He really Smiled Sweetly as He is always feeling Hope and Encouragement in His Heart, remembering that Small Conversation of a Father with His Son where the Son does not Understand the whole but still feeling Warmth in that Accent and Words, the Light Spark on those Deep Expressive Eyes He Inhibits from His Father and the Beautiful Smile appeared over His Father Lips with that Lovingly Wish " Baba Apny Betay ki Khuub Moti Kitaab ka Intaizar karein gy… jis pr likha hoga… Writer Abhijeet Shrivastav "… which still the Most Loving Strength of His Life, giving Him Support in Each Difficulties He was Facing after His Father Sad Demise Fighting with Daily Life Problems…!