Guest: opss! Was it so much good! Masterpiece! I'm blushing :P

love duo nd crazy for abhirika: itna anshu na bahao behena… it's just a piece of real life. Life is not only bed of roses. The situation I'm showing here also runs parallely in our society. There are so many faces surrounding us… who have a bitter dreaded background. My little effort to bring their struggle into light…. With full respect….

Guddi abhirika fan: thank you :)

masooma: thnx :)

lightmoondelight: thank you beta. It's actually real to some extent… that's why it seemed like that to you :P zaldi nehi hoga…. milaungi toh zaroor. But you have to wait ;)

Guest06: thnx :)

bidya: was it so much emotional? Ok…. Thank you :)

Dips: my work works! Yah… that's the exact message I wanna convey in my last updt. Thank you dear :) A person in Daya's situation never ever takes the matter easily when someone cares for him/her. They are actually very sensitive by nature…. And their self-respect is much more powerful than an ordinary guy…. It's a research result :) thank you once again :)

salmazhv: thank you beta :) when will you come with your Duo stuff? I'm waiting :)

AbhiDaya Fan: so you are enjoying darl? Hmm… I knew ;) love yaa

asfa: thnks

23Diya: you only know, how/why u skipped it :P ;) haan bhae akhir hain wo Abhijeet sir. Yaaddast tez hona toh banta hain ;) Oi jonnoi boro ra atku besi gyani tomar theke, bujhecho :P…. exam r system ta ja chaper…! BTW, thank you dear :D

bossnbear: jao dear, ji lo apni zindegi usi purane dino me… usi exam ke tension me ;) hahhh hahaha… kidding dear :D thank you :)

DA95: thnk you dear for your shocking fb ;)

Guest: aain! Scratching my head…. If I'm not so wrong… this fb comes from A. … r you beta? Thank you BTW :)

luv duo nd purvi: hmm… zaldi mila doon phir se Duo ko? Nehi… it will take a l'll time dear ;)

DISHA: oho! My new reviewer… wo bhi Bengali :) thank you for your appreciation. Stay tuned

hina: thnx

krittika: hmm di. Tomar r amar little secret ta thak, ki balo? BTW, ami age kono din karor sathe oi kothagulo share korar kotha bhabhiii ni. May be you can understand… it's really embarrassing sometimes seeing the opposite person's over-shocking reaction :( Mone hoy ami darun kichu akta gunah kore asechi :O Baad dao. Ai updt ta dekho r kemon laglo janio plz :)

D: ok… sorry granted :P thank you dear :)

Guest: thank you jee. Itni tariff! :D

laiba ejaz: hain! Main khush nehi hoon, yeh kisne kahan apko! Main dukhi aatma kab se ban gayi! Aain! Mujhe hi pata nehi :P hahaha haaahhhh…. ;) lekin ek baat samajh me aayi nehi. Aap sorry kis liye kaha? :O

Dr. Bonu: you did nothing! Aare, you requested nah? Otherwise my head office never supplies me a Daya centric Duo plot :) Behena ne order joh di thi… I had to fulfill it nah? :) Ete amake hard work korte hochhe na darling :P Onek ghotona i real ar baki ta story r jonno aktu modify kore nichhi :P Achha thank you very much atto pochondo korar jonno ai lekha ta :) Duo ke taratari clz anbo na… real lagbe na tahole puro bapar ta. R Abhijeet r reaction tao tai aktu pore janbi Daya r reality janar por. Thik ache, ami head office r kache tor requirement r list pathie dichhi. Anything else? Any further order or suggestion mam? ;)

GD: hawww Parrot also went to ischool! :P hahaaahhh thank you jee :)


NOW HAVE A HAPPY READING…

3 MonthS LateR…

A middle aged man called a departing teenager. Daya!

The gentleman forwarded something with smiling face…. Daya, tumhara fee.

Daya felt too much light instantly. Without looking properly he took the currency notes. Pushed it inside trouser pocket he rushed outside.

A strange feeling shook him certainly. Daya clutched his pocket tightly and with fast steps reached his destination.

Somebody might be call him from behind or told him anything but he neglected all and went straight to his own room, shut the door quickly and sat on floor with a thud.

Slowly and delicately he took out the currency notes from his pocket…. looking here and there even in that closed room he glanced at his sweaty hand briefly.

He was holding two notes…. A hundred rupee and a fifty rupee paper currency. Looking for some time blankly he silently got up and stood in front of window.

While caressing with great love and concern the small paper pieces called rupee notes Daya looked upward. Bhagwan! Aaj main bhikhari nehi hoon. He gestured as if he was showing those to an invisible figure… dekho meri zindegi ki paheli kamai. Tuition ka fee mila aaj mujhe. Mere pass paysa hain aaj. Yeh dekho. Aab toh sayad koi mujhe bhikhari nehi kahega, hain na Bhagwan? A drop of tear rolled down from his eye.

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Hey Raj! Tujhe ek khas maze ki baat batana hi bhul gaya main… someone from a gathering told.

Raj frowned: phir se koi nayi ladhki pata li kya tu? And laughed.

Earlier speaker chuckled… humare school me wo bhikhari tha, yaad hain?

Now each and every body of the gathering looked one another's face and gradually a teasing smile came on their lips… wo bhikhari!

Use kal meri bahen CCD se nikalte hue dekha… pata hain?

Everybody shocked. Hain! Wo phuti kauri ke bhikhari aur CCD!

Someone shouted… tu jhut bol raha yaar. CCD me ek normal cup coffee hi sau rupay ka aata hain. Uske pass kahan se paysa ayega itna? Kabhi tiffin box dekha uske bag me… tiffin box toh dur ki baat, phata hua bag hi toh leke aata tha.

Gathering started giggling with his comments.

Sayad koi cleaner chahiye hoga udhar. Is liye baat karne gaya hoga… warna waiter banne ka haysiyat bhi use hain kahan! A stylish well-dressed college goer announced and again a fit of laughter broke into.

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Kya baat hain Abhi, kab se unn logo ke taraf hi dekh raha tu… yaar zaldi kar. Do butter toast finish karne me tujhe do saal lag raha hain.

Abhi knitted his eyebrows… maine iss group ko kuch hi din pahele dekha yaar Arun. Hum 12th ka exam dene gaye the… yeh Shivaji school ke ladhke log…

Now Arun also followed his friend's gaze… achha! Dekha hoga tu. Lekin aab kiun itni der se unn logo ko ghur raha hain? Yaar kha tu fatafat… late ho jayenge hum class me.

But Abhi didn't take his bite which irritated Arun more. He forcefully grabbed his friend's hand… dekh Abhijeet, tujhe main sirf panch minute deta hoon aur. Nasta finish karna hain toh kar. Warna hath me le kar niklega tu mere sath class ke liye. College me aaye hum ek hi mahina hua hain… abhi se class bunk karne ka koi irada nehi mera.

But his pal gave no attention on his lectures.

Arun shook Abhijeet's shirt sleeve… unn lafangon ko dekh ke tera kya aa jayega? Dekh ke hi pata chal raha, padhai se jada show off me inhe interest hain. Time pass karne aata hain college. Aur kise bhikhari-whikhari bhi keh raha hain. Pata nehi, kiska mazak udha raha hoga?

Abhijeet concentrated in his food plate… sayad main samajh raha hoon, yeh log kiske bare me baat kar raha hain.

Arun puzzled… haaiin!

Abhijeet smiled seeing his friend's open mouth. Haaiin nehi. Kuch nehi. Chal chal. Aab late nehi ho raha tu class ke liye? Chal, baythne ka jagah bhi nehi milega sahi se.

He pulled Arun somehow gulping his toast hurriedly. I am sure, yeh log Daya ke bare me hi baat kar raha hain. Yahi log use uss din bhi bhikhari kaha tha. Kuch toh baat hain uss ladhke ka. Kya pata… Abhijeet sighed and moved out along with his pal while thinking all in his mind.

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1 YeaR LateR…

Daya paused for a moment at the staircase of Ajeet Bakery; a famous bakery chain running all over the Maharashtra… his heart was dancing with the thought of enjoying something tasty after how long, even he had no idea…. siding so many thoughts he stepped forward tightly gripping some currency notes inside his pocket.

Dersho rupay… books aur practical ka saman kharid ke abhi bhi pachas rupay bach gaya is mahine. Teen-char din aur hain mehina khatam hone me. Thora kuch kha lunga, jada waste nehi ho jayega sayad. Baki inn dino chai pi ke rahe lunga. He didn't realize when he had already entered inside the confectionary shop sinking in his own world.

Looking at the show-case Daya felt an immense happiness inside him. Different colorful pastries with different garnishing… so many types of sweets… snacks… chocolates and many more mouthwatering foods attracted him like magnets.

He got puzzled… kya khaun? Meetha khaun ki namkeen? Yah phir pastry hi kharidun ek?

He again felt the money from outside of pocket and started strolling gazing the price lists.

Lastly the most low priced pastry…. A pineapple pastry rupee's 40 he selected.

While thinking a bit long finally he was going to order… glass door of showroom opened and some 4/5 teenagers nearly his same age entered.

A pillar was creating obstacle for him to look their faces from where he was, listen a voice… dekh Abhi, tu kuch nehi kahega. Aunty hum sab ka favorite hain. Hum mil ke unke birthday manayenge. Tu bas unki favorite flavor bata… hum share karke aaj pay karenge. Tu jada baten mat kar.

Someone supported the earlier voice… haan haan Suresh, hum sab tere sath hain.

Might be the person named Abhi tried to oppose feebly… nehi doston, aisa… aisa karne ka bahat zaroorat hain kya?

Daya shocked…. baap re, ek dost ki maa ki birthday manane sab ne mil kar cake kharidega! Bada dilwala hain iss Abhi ka dost. Aur nasib wala hain Abhi!

His trail of thoughts interrupted with an angry tone…. aunty humara. Tu bas bata joh puch raha hoon. Hume humara kaam karne de.

Then the voice ordered to staff… bhai saab, ek do pound ka achha sa cake dikhaiye. Humare aunty ke liye. Ekdam first class hona chahiye. Birthday hain unki…

While jerking his head Daya lastly ordered his required.

Service boy asked him if he wanted to have it there or it was to be parceled.

Someone shoved Daya at that very moment in the crowd of customers.

With an irritation he turned at the person who pushed him hard a minute ago…. But stunned to see the face.

Opposite person also surprised…. Tum! Tum Daya?

Forgetting all earlier irritation Daya's face glowed up like anything. He raised his eyebrow… tum… tum Abhijeet ho nah?

Abhijeet grinned… ek hi sahar me rehte hum. Dekho ek saal baad phir se mulakat ho gaya. Kayse ho? Kaunsa stream me ho? Kis college me?

Someone tapped Abhijeet from behind… use kuch bolne bhi de. Tab se barbar kar raha! & forwarded hand to Daya… pahechanoge nehi sayad. Ek hi baar hum mile. Main Arun. Wayse tum bhi mujhe yaad nehi the. Kabhi kabhi Abhi ko purani yaadon yaad karne ka dauhra padhta hain… isi liye tumhara naam suna toh yaad aaya.

Daya also shook his hand with Arun.

Arun: aur batao?

Daya smiled… main M. K. Gandhi college me hoon… Science hain mera. Tum dono?

Arun nodded: obviously Science. He pointed Abhijeet… yeh Mr. Mathematician…. Aur mujhe Physics se thora zada lagao hain.

Someone called Arun: yaar tum dono kahan rahe gaye? Design kya banaye cake me bol toh sahi….

Arun nudged Abhijeet… tu baat kar yaar, main cake ka finishing dekh leta hoon.

Daya smiled warmly…. Aunty jee ki janamdin hain? Unhe meri taraf se namaste kehna.

Haan kal hain. Dekho toh mere pagal doston ko. Iss saal cake, gift aur bhi na jane kya kya karne me jute hain sab. Wo Maa ko iss bakery ka cake-pastries bahat pasand hain. Pahele jab bhi Papa lautte the… hum idhar se kuch na kuch har din le jate the. Abhijeet smiled shyly. By the way, tum akele aaye yah kisi ke sath?

Service boy interrupted them… sir, will you have it now or it is to be parceled?

Papa pahele jab lautte the matlab! Aab kahan gaye! Kuch hua hain kya? Kya pata? Puchun… nehi rehne deta hoon. Jada jaan-pahechan hain nehi. Bura maan jayega sayad. Daya looked at Abhijeet from corner of his eyes… and ordered his pastry for parcel.

Abhijeet: kha rahe ho kuch?

Daya smiled awkwardly… na… nehi…. le jana hain.

Offff…. yeh ladhka waysa hi khishka hua rahe gaya. Dusro ke mamle me ise tang adhana bahat aata hain. Main khaun, le jaun… tujhe kya! While gritting his teeth Daya moved to cash counter and pulled out four ten rupee notes slightly hiding Abhijeet.

In the meantime Abhijeet pick a quick glace to their order and joined Daya…. ho gaya? Le liye tum?

Daya gestured yes.

Abhijeet: phir kab kahan hum mil jayenge kya pata? Aaj tumse mil kar sach me bahat achha laga.

Daya smiled sweetly and went bid him a warm good bye.

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The first thing Daya did after exiting from bakery shop checked his trouser pocket and a single note touched his fingers. Dus rupay. Aab baki ka char din dus rupay se chalana padhega. He calculated mentally. Kal Saturday. College jana hain. Matlab kal pura din me ek baar chai pina padhega. Gaya teen rupay. Bacha saat. Parso Sunday. No kharcha. Sombaar aur Mangalbaar… aur teen teen rupay… his heart relaxed. At least college ke teen dino ek cup chai ho jayega. Subha ka biscuit sath me rakh lunga phir. Aab toh roj khana kha kar hi college aata hoon. Jada bhukh nehi lagega. Phir bhi ek rupay bhacha lunga.

He started moving towards a nearby park with the pastry box in his hand. Uss ek rupay se ek candy aa jayega. Mentally he patted his own shoulder… wah Daya! Iss mahina bhi tu ne sahi se kharcha chala liya. Wah! As after a certain time…. After passing out class 12, their orphanage home administration only carry any member's college fees…. Other expenses like tuition fees or books or any other necessaries…. they themselves have to arrange as per rule.

He chose the furthest bench inside the park…. Though it was mid-noon time and the area was apparently empty due to late-monsoon sudden heated weather. As soon he opened up the box…. A memory flashed in his mind….

A ten years old chubby fair boy with tear-stained wet red cheeks, big eyes, torn jersey, pale faced, half-pant worn bare feet…. stood at a corner of a dark bush covered area… literally shivering in fear and cold weather.

Someone shouted for him from a good distance…. Saale, aur khana hain tere ko? Halua hain kya? Samajhta kya khud ko tu? Kahan ka paap hain, kya pata! Muh uthake chala aaya… bahat achha laga, aur ek khana hain.

The fair little boy was looking confusingly holding a great pain in his eyes.

Earlier speaker this time addressed another… subha joh NGO wale aaye tha idhar, sidha unn logo ko jaa ke bola yeh bandar ladhka, uncle pachty bahat achha hain. Mujhe bhukh laga hain. Kal raat se kuch nehi khaya main. Aur ek doge? He mimicked the kid.

The listener asked shockingly… phir?

Aur kya? Raghubendra sir ke samne humara poll nehi khul jata? Kayse bhi kar ke manage kiya… iska pet kharab tha. Iss liye kal raat khana nehi kha paya…. Yeh sab bolke. Earlier speaker said teasingly.

Pastry khana hain nah tujhe? Humara poll kholne ka matlab kiya tha nah tu? Aab puri raat uss andhere me khara rahe… iss thand me. Akkal thikane aa jayega. Saale anath… do dana mil raha hain do waqt kahne ko… aur ise dekho, khai jaisa pet… bhukh kabhi khatam hi nehi hota… chala bada pastry khane! Huhhh! He noticed the kid's shadow in darkness… oye, bhagne ka udhar se koshish bhi karna mat. Tange todhke rakh dunga saale.

They departed left him in pull of fear… iss Daya ke bachhe kuch jada hi phadhphadhata hain. Iska kal ka khana bandh kar dete hain. Raghubendra sir annual function ke taiyari me busy hain. Kuch dino tak idhar ayenge nehi. Tab tak ise maza chakhate hain. Sab bolti chutkion me bandh ho jayega.

Aur nehi toh kya? Aare utna tasty pastries… hum kya dekhne ke liye idhar hain? Bhae hume bhi toh khane ka man karta, nehi… the loud evil laughing voice gradually diminished.

Daya started looking here and there with great fear… so many weird noises of unknown creatures was coming from surroundings… something suddenly pocked into his bare toe causing a high pain and oozing out blood… he started weeping badly.

He wasn't understood why the workers of their orphanage home punish him like this!

Maine toh sirf ek aur pachty manga tha uncle se… Maine kya galati kiya… mujhe toh bhukh laga tha bahat…. he was blabbering and sobbing continuously.

After a good long time the dark cold night darken more and weather became chillier… Daya felt all his muscles turned numb.

He pulled the sleeves of his torn jersey more upward in fruitless try to cover his arms… and crouched more to make safe his legs from icy wind….

Main jab bada ho jaunga… bahat bada… jab main bahar jaunga iss home se… paysa kamaunga bahat sara… main har roj ek pachty khaunga. Apne payso se. Nehi, sirf pachty nehi, har roj ek chocolate bhi khaunga… He was dreaming about his upcoming foodie future looking at dense dark sky lied on dirty weedy floor.

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A sudden drop of water over his open palm brought Daya to present. He wiped off his wet eye lashes…. Smiling ruefully took out a small piece of that pineapple pastry with the help of small plastic spoon… and placed it in his mouth… an uncontrollable pain clogged his throat immediately.

Daya closed his eyes tightly to suppress his over-whelmed emotional outburst and started chewing the soft fluffy cream mixed cake.

Pure nau saal baad phir se pastry khane ka nasib hua Bhagwan! He smiled in his own mind with teary eyes.

Jab main naukri karunga… jab mere pass bahaaaat paysa hoga tab har din main yeh khaunga…. Aur bhi kitna sara khana khaunga…. Achha wala…. Daya licked the last trace of pineapple flavored cream from the paper box with a contained smile in his face.

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A pair of deep intense brown expressive eyes was watching the pure scene without blinking of eyes…. Daya! Aise idhar baythke ek pastry…. Kayse kha raha hain! Jaise zindegi me paheli baar use yeh khane ko mila! Itna sakoon se!

That stunning gaze distracted feeling a slap on head…. Kya tab se khara khara dekh raha hain Abhi? Chal bhi. Tujhe aaj ka pura din park me hi bitana kya? Chal aab, cake itni der me finally ban gaya hoga, hume aur bhi kaam hain…. gift shop bhi jana hain….. chaaaal….


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