A/N Friends my debut story…. on Duo and team. I never thought of posting something here. I was always a happy reader earlier! But….. But… THANKS to my strict mentor Nandita, without you I never can do it. Apki continuous scolding session aur encouragement se mujhe aaj haushla mila. All my dream writers…..aap me se agar koi ek bhi meri story padh le aur review karhe, I will be in cloud 9. Now let's see!

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NOW HAVE A HAPPY READING…..

An old man has been seen sit in a garden under shady trees on a bench. Its looks like some institute's front side garden. At the far end some children practice their daily exercise session. Front of the old man, in the sunny area of the garden, a blackboard has been seen. Some student engages deeply in their study. An old lady in her early 50s dressed in ethnic Indian style, is writing something on the blackboard and trying to make the lesson understand to her students.

Now let's again focus on the old man. It seems, he is nearly 66-67 years, still now toned body, white hairs, wearing spec's, lazily sited on the bench holding a photo frame in his lap with a slight smile on his lips. A wooden stick is present beside him. It seems the man was very handsome in his young age.

The lady teacher has time to time observed the old man. Any outsider may do the mistake that he smiles on seeing the children's activity. But she surely knows the reason behind the old man's smile, her face says. Except that teacher's melodious voice there is a peaceful silence prevails in the garden. After some time both class has come to its end and children rushed to the building happily.

The lady comes to the old person. But her presence makes no difference for the man. She sits beside him and keeps her hand on his shoulder with a smiling face. The sudden gentle touch makes the old man come to reality with a jerk. He looks at the lady with a sad smile.

Use aysa nehi karna chahiye tha Purvi…... The old man says looking at some unspecified point.

But Purvi says nothing. Instead of, she thinks it better to maintain silence, so that her senior may expel some of his indescribable pain.

Usne sath jine- marne ka kashme khaya tha. Use pata tha, mujhe tanhaiyon se kitna dar lagta hai. Phir bhi…he takes a deep breath.

Tumlogo ka Sir bahat galat kiya yeh….. hamesha se unpredictable raha hai…kab hyper ho jaye, pata nehi! Kab choti si chiz me bhi dher sara khushian dhund le, pata nehi! Kab serious moment pe bhi joke mare, pata nehi!

Purvi signs: lekin Sir, aap toh unhe samajh te the.

Old man: wohi toh sabse zada dard deta hai. Mai uska har chuppi, har aahat ko smajha. Lekin woh mujhe ayse tanha chor dega, yehi samajh na paya!

Both sit there for some time. Then Purvi helps the old man by giving his stick and both slowly go to the building.

After entering building the old man makes his way slowly to the main hall where some children were already present. The hall is decorated beautifully by shining papers and flowers. Some photo frames is hanging on wall. Some of them decored by agarbatti and garlands. There is a life size bronze statue present at the furthest wall of the hall.

The old man glanced for a moment to the statue, closes his eyes and inhales deeply. Then he goes to a king size photo frame, stands in front of it and unmindfully stares to it. It's a completely family photograph, though it was official, yet informal. At the center the lion of CID Mumbai, ACP Pradyuman and his best friend the genius forensic doctor, DR. Salunkhe has been seen seated on chairs. In front of them Insp. Freddy and Sub Insp. Vivek sits on the ground lazily. Where in either side of them Insp. Nikhil and Sub Insp. Pankaj have sit on their knees. Now let's again go to the second row. Beside of Dr. Salunkhe, four beautiful ladies… Insp. Kajal, Insp. Shreya, Insp. Purvi and forensic expert Dr. Tarika stand with smiling faces. And beside of ACP sir the old man himself and his reason of life is standing….. The old man with a mischievous smile and his reason of life in a grumbling face! Beside of them, Insp. Sachin, another Se. Insp. Rajat and Sub Insp. Mayur have been seen in the photo.

Suddenly the old man noticed a shadow on the glass of the picture.

Without turning he asks, lab me problem toh nehi hoga? Jada important kaam tha kuch?

The shadowed person while adjusting her curls behind her ears replies, Bhaivab hai. Woh sab sambhal lega. Wayse kaal raat tum phone kiun nehi uthaye? Tabiyat thik hai nah?

The old man: kuch nhi Dr. Pradhan. ((Shocked! to see Dr. Niyati Pradhan here? ha ha)) Aab umar ho gayi, abhi bhi kuch nhi hoga, toh kab hoga? Jab uske paas chala jaunga tab woh chotisi khoroch bhi nhi aane dega. Insaan hoon yaar. Yeh sab toh chalta rahega. Aap bataiye?

….. No response.

The old man turns back and as expected he sees Niyati is looking straight to the grumbling face of the photo. Sadness was clearly visible on her face.

He looks for a while and starting to walk to main entrance. At that very moment, the present ACP of CID Mumbai, ACP Rajat, Se. Insp. Sachin and retired Se. Insp. Freddy entered in the hall. They all looks to the old man and wish him with smiling faces.

ACP Rajat: sir, Dr. Pradhan abhi tak pahachi nhi?

Old man: ha Rajat, woh aa gayi pahelehi. Baten kr rahi hai usse.

Rajat gives a dry sad smile to him in reply.

Suddenly they got interrupted by Purvi…. Chaliye Rajat. Aiye Sir. Der ho raha hai hume.

And then all get seated in their respected sits. Purvi occupied her seat beside Dr. Pradhan.

Niyati: Purvi, tum CID kiun chor di? Is institute se sabhi jure hue hai, lekin job chorna zaroori tha kya?

Purvi: sach kahun toh Dr. Pradhan, zaroori nehi tha. Lekin main Bhai ke liye yeh kiya. Woh bahat akele padh gaye, khas kar ke ACP sir ke jane ke baad. Unhone kabhi sapne me bhi socha nehi, zindegi unke sath aysa khel khelegi.

Niyati has been staring her only.

Purvi continues: aur mera kya? Zindegi mujhe sab kuch toh diya. Hamara yeh CID family, Rajat, Megha (Rajvi's daughter) ….. Sab kuch. In dono bhaion ke bina sayad mai aaj is mukaam par khara na ho pati. Phir jab bhai ko meri zaroorat hai, mujhsa raha nehi gaya. Aur Megha bhi USA me settle ho chuki. Aur kya chahiye? Lekin Dr. Pradhan, aap kiun Mumbai transfer li phirse?

Niyati: Purvi, mai itna bhi heartless hoon nehi jitna dikhati hoon. Woh mere bahat hi khas dost tha. Haan, mai ego dikhati thi, lekin in dono se kabhi jealous nehi thi. Yeh sab hone ke baad mujhe sabse pahele tumare Sir ka khayal aaya, ki aab yeh kayse rahega uske bina! Aur Dr. Tarika bhi chali gayi. Salunkhe sir ko zaroorat bhi tha. Toh mai chali ayi...phirse….usi Mumbai….mere dost ke liye….

Suddenly wall clock shows the time 10 a.m. by its sweet music. All concentration goes towards the statue present in front of them. It is a 5' 10" male statue wearing a pair of jeans, boots, and a full sleeve shirt visible under the coat. The statue's head is slightly tilted at one side as if he is observing someone or something with his ever scanning eyes with his both hands in his jean's pocket. A white marble plate has been seen on the statue platform…something inscribed on it like….

Mr. Abhijeet Srivastav

Se. Insp. CID Mumbai

21 Jul 1968 to 28 Nov 2015

At first a l'll girl goes to the statue with a white flower bouquet in her hand and rests it on the platform and take blessings by touching the statue feet. Then someone from administration goes and enlightens an aromatic candle present at the platform. Then one by one all class's representatives come and show their respect for the sharp shine of CID. After that the present CID team of Mumbai, goes to their beloved Abhijeet sir and stand in front of his real size statue, pray for his soul, salute him and come back to their previous seats.

Daya brings a bunch of white lily for his BOSS today. It was his brother's favorite. He presents the bouquet to HIM and murmurs Boss abhi nehi… hum dono akele me baten karenge…. Badme. Thik…. Pata hai, Tumhare upar ek documentary banaya gaya hai, hum sab milke abhi wohi dekhne wale hai. Mai bhi pahele dekha nhi, sachhi yaar…mujhe toh tumhare sath hi dekhna tha…..chalo mil ke dekhte hai.

The next happens, a projector starts its work on a white screen in that hall which is now turns dark, not only for the absence of light but recollecting that dreadful memory also….

Offfffff….lastly completed!

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