Dips: hmm… thank you for your detailed review

abhijeeteye: haaa haahhh… aap egg ke sath tamatar bhi pheko DCP par… main apke sath hoon ;) thank you for your fb :) stay tuned

artanish: yah dear… I'll try. Thank you for your support

Abhi's Sunshine: hope now I can fulfill ur demand my dear. Thank you for ur sweet response. Love yaaa :)

A.S Anjaana: ai re, amar je bodnaam hoye geche :P Ami like kori na… seta onno bapar, but I'm not biased one my l'll frnd, je Tarika kokhonoi amar story te thakbei na :) Akta serious Abhirika plot dao na… ami likhbo :) Milega? Daya sir r character ta ruin onektai FWP i koreche. In general bhable sotti Daya sir r kichu attitude Abhijeet sir r jonno…. Jothesto hurtful. Tomar chinta ke ami support kori. Kintu tomar moto atota Daya sir r against ami na actually… amar Duo package tai best lage. Tobe Freddie sir sob somoyi darun alternative :) Kintu Freddie sir o je sob somoy Abhijeet sir ke ak bhabe support koreche… ta na. Earlier days e… jokhon Freddie sir r character ta atota funny easy-going chilo nah… in the episode Flashback… jokhon Abhijeet sir, Survi ke mone korte parchilen na… tokhon ai Freddie sir i ACP sir ke bolechilo… may be Abhijeet sir Survi ke na mone porbar acting kar rahe hain! So, sob character ei aktu-adhtu controversy ache dear…. FWP r mohan writer der soujonne :P

lightmoondelight: its ok beta… thank you for your time. Thank you for liking Freddie sir. TC

salja: yah dear, all matters r over lastly :) thank you for your fb. TC

masooma: thnk you ji

DIXA: thank you for your time. :) hope, I can meet you in nxt updt

AbhiDaya Fan: I don't think so darl. FWP now-a-days turns into an Aatma production center :P insaan se jada… in a nutshell, apne officer se jada inhe dusro pe bharo hota hain humesha se :O Apne officer jaay bhar me…. aur Abhijeet… yeh banda hain hi toh bali ka bhakhra… kabhi senseless comedy toh kabhi irresponsible blame… iske siwa Abhijeet ko milta hi kya! Dear, I'm trying to portray it in present day's cast surroundings. That's why, Vivek is absent. Nope darl…. Sometimes memory helps us to become stronger… more rock hard. Memory is not for tears only :)

DNA Madam: awww….. meri pyari si dost aaj phir se :) kya yaar, Abhijeet sir akele handle nehi kar sakte kya kuch bhi, humesha Daya sir zaroorat hain! Now-a-days… it's the original side of politics dear… only for selfish interest! Isse ghatiya chiz aaj ke Hindustan me aur kuch nehi :( anyway… I'll try to put some doses of your demand in upcoming chapters. Tab tak stay tuned… ho sake toh vocal (in warning tone)… :)

akaash: thnk you

luv duo nd purvi: thnk you for ur time

love purvi: thnk you fr ur time

R: thank you… & I'll think about it

priya: thnk you

kanchan: ji thnk you for your fb :) I'll try… stay tuned

laiba ejaz: jee, aap kaysi baton ko le kr bayth gaye! Short reply ki main, iska matlab yeh nhi apne joh joh likha… main wo sab samajhke ki! Humara bhi toh personal life hota hain nah… har din mood ek jaisa rehta nhi. Last updt ka din main thora off thi. Toh short reply kr di. Iska itna sab matlab na hi aap nikalte toh achha hota. Anyways… apko sayad yeh baat bhi mera galat hi lage. Meri baton se itna jada hurt agar aap hue toh… joh actually hue ho aap… I'm sorry. Bas har din har kisi ka ek jaisa hota nehi nah… main promise ki thi Monday ko updt dena tha mujhe… kuch bhi ho jaye…. I had to do it nah…. that's why… TC…. Thank you for your expressive review

Shubhangi: aww…. Rona nehi… yeh loh hanky… saaf kar lo eyes ;) thank you dear for your fb :) Stay tuned :)

cid fan: hmm…. Kya hoga! Big question…. Thnkx :)

& last but not the least… Thank you all of my Guest reviewers for your time… stay tuned…


NOW HAVE A HAPPY READING…

Sometimes ago…. 1 pm

Outside the Court Room

After freeing from hearing issue and further meeting with public prosecutor…. The three CID officers were passing through the corridor of second floor of high court building.

Abhijeet stopped all on a sudden. His two silent juniors also stopped. Freddie asked in confusion: sir, kya baat hain… kuch kaam tha Mr. Ansari se?

Abhijeet handed over the case file to him maintaining same previous serious gesture…. sambhalke le jao. ACP sir ko submit karna.

Pankaj was trying to ask him something but stopped feeling a pressure on his arm. He looked at Freddie's face from corner of his eyes.

Freddie cleared his throat: ok sir.

Abhijeet turned to go but halted…. dhyan se idhar ka pura verbal briefing kar dena sir ko… baki ka toh file dekh hi lenge sir. He stormed out from there.

Pankaj securely gripped the laptop while asking Freddie…. Aap mujhe chup kiun kara diye Freddie sir? Main toh Abhijeet sir se….

Freddie cut him instantly… unse koi sawal ka tumhe zaroorat nehi, samjhe? Aab chalo… Bureau chalte hain. Late ho raha hain hume.

Pankaj followed him into elevator…. Kiun sir? Abhijeet sir humare sath bureau nehi ayenge? Wohi bas puchna tha mujhe. Unke pass car bhi nehi hain. Aap dono toh sath me hi aaye the.

Freddie turned strict: tumhe bola nah, Abhijeet sir ko le ke kuch sochneka tumhe zaroorat nehi hain. Woh humare senior hain, hum unka nehi. Woh kuch bhi kar sakte hain… kahin bhi jaa sakte hain, hume sab bataneka unhe koi zaroorat nehi hain. Aab chalo. He entered into car with totally off mood.

Pankaj occupied his seat with a grumpy face.

Some journalists waiting outside tried to stop their car for further interview…. But they drove their vehicle off in speed ignoring them.

..

..

..

..

Abhijeet was not in a condition to cope up with the changing situation. He was trying hard to hide from the world's suspicious attitudes atleast for some time…. Or may be from himself…. reached at ground floor of court building… well noticed the staring gazes on him…. for the earlier clutter happened there. Neglecting all, he scanned outside with his sharp eyes.

Some press written cars and motorbikes caught his attention and he carefully slipped from there to the backside.

..

..

..

..

He was feeling a great burden in his heart…. His mind also was not working properly. He started to walk aimlessly… unmindfully…. Through the pavement behind the high court.

Time and again the old lady's painful shout was echoing in his ears… Apni Maa ki maut ka jimedar tu khud hoga... was disturbing him continuously.

He didn't even know when an auto-rickshaw clutched its brake heavily in front him and a rough shout came…. abey dikhai nehi deta kya saale? Marne ka shaukh hain itna… thora asan rashta chun. Mera hi rickshaw mila tereko?

With this unusual language Abhijeet looked up with lost eyes. The rickshaw driver amazed. May be this type of well-dressed well-built decent guy, in such an unstable condition… he didn't look in his daily life frequently!

Abhijeet noticed his surroundings and found unknowingly he came to the main road descending from pavement.

He uttered a quick sorry and moved forward with same aimless steps.

Something sparked in that rickshaw driver's mind. He thought for a moment looking at the departing Abhijeet's slow gesture and suddenly his face lit up. He hurriedly side his vehicle, locked it and ran behind the cop with the keys in hand…. Saab… saab…?

Abhijeet didn't stop.

Rickshaw driver reached his desired person while panting…. Abhijeet saab…?

Now Abhijeet paused.

Rickshaw driver quickly changed his dialect…. Saab, saab aap thik ho nah? Saab apun Somesh…

Abhijeet was looking at him with a questioning glance.

The man named Somesh flashed a small hesitating smile. Saab apun Saket (one of the most trusted informers of Daya sir… Ref: Mistic's story… Bonding) ka chota bhai, Somesh. Aap ek din ghar aaye the nah Daya saab ke sath… saab maaf kar do apun ko. He folded his hands in front of Abhijeet made the guiltiest face… Saab apun ne apko pahechana nehi tha… Galati ho gaya saab…

Suddenly Abhijeet felt a fresh aura surrounding him listening his reason of life's name… that magical name, which always gives him peace in any odd situation…. Daya!

While inhaling deep he looked straight at Somesh changing his attitude into inspector mode.

Somesh again beg an earnest pardon for his previous use of bad languages…. Abhijeet nodded assuringly as he could remember the background of this Somesh clearly.

Somesh gathered some courage seeing Abhijeet's soft eyes…. Saab aap thik ho nah? Apko chor doon kahin? Aap… aap aise raste par…. saab, apun kuch kar sakta kya aap ke liye?

Abhijeet thought for a moment or better to say was staring at him for a moment and ordered to take his route to sea-side.

Journey started silently as Somesh sensed something not ok with his bade saab!

..

..

..

..

A white saree worn fair aged face popped up in Abhijeet's mind…. crying harshly with a painful…. Aisa mat kar beta… aisa mat kar. Main Maa hoon tumhari… bete… mujhe pahechanne se inkaar mat kar… Abhijeet…. At the same time a shattered lean figure came in front of his eyes with a helpless innocent…. aap… aap kaun hain? questioning to that old lady.

Abhijeet closed his eyes and rested his head at rickshaw's body sighing heavily.

After some time Somesh informed him about arrival at sea-side.

Abhijeet paid him fair and left…. Somesh shrugged thinking… pata nehi bade saab ko hua kya! Baat bhi ek nehi kiye! He started his rickshaw and went from there.

..

..

..

..

Abhijeet pulled out his valet from his jean's back pocket…. but didn't open… only gripped it tightly looking at some indefinite point towards the horizon…. feeling the texture of that tiny leather bag.

He stayed like this for some time sitting on wet sands under the scorching sun at a small distance from continuous sea-waves dashing to the shore with force.

It was a comparatively empty spot in this early winter's noon at sea beach.

Some 2/3 families were seen at a far came there for lazy time pass or for a small picnic…. Some children were playing here n there making so many noises… some old members of those families ideally sat at their places… some were chatting happily… all over a merry atmosphere spread over there.

Suddenly Abhijeet's attention caught a particular scenario…. A middle aged man was strolling slowly holding an old lady's hand securely on slope of sandy beach at some 20/25 steps distance from him…. Sometimes the old lady's shawl was flowing with the free winds of sea-beach…. & the man every time managed that properly wrapping it tenderly over her. He was talking and that old lady nodding her heads and laughing simultaneously.

Abhijeet was looking at them like…. He was seeing any heavenly sight…. Unknowingly in a sweet contained smile his lips curved.

It's for sure… that distant middle aged man was obviously the son of that lady who was nearly 70-75 years old…. Abhijeet assumed with his experienced eyes.

He slowly opened his valet and looked for a while at a photograph…. It was a joint snap of Daya and his… perfectly placed in a small transparent pocket folded from all four sides in a manner so that only Daya's portion of the picture can be seen clearly.

He rubbed his thumb over Daya's image…. And then inserted his fore and middle fingers under that photo…. A passport size solo photograph came out…. A mid 50's lady in a blue background, looked like… the snap was taken in any photo studio.

The same suffocating sensation he again felt seeing her image… a crystal clear water drop formed at the corner of his eyes.

But Abhijeet paid no attention. He was staring at the small paper containing that image… the photo of his own Mother.

His heart desperately wanted to shout… to remove all his helplessness…. To remove all his sorrow, all his guilt… but his lips were sealed…. Even he could not utter a single Maa! He was only staring and staring with an unknown feeling….

His trance broke with a sudden…. Kya Maa, kab se bol raha hoon, thori der bayth jao… aap sunte hi nehi meri baat! Thak jaoge na….

Abhijeet lift his face and saw that Mother-Son in front of him walking through the water line.

That mother smiled sweetly… jab tak mera beta hain mere sath… mujhe kuch nehi hone dega… bharosha hain mujhe apne bete pe. She paused for a moment. Aaj wakahi main bahat khush hoon beta… she concluded dreamily.

His son chuckled softly… kya Maa… hum bhalehi aab videsh me rehte honge. Lekin aap ko toh humesha se idhar aane ka man tha nah… toh main kayse apko humara pustayini ghar me nehi le aata! Hum Mumbai aaye aur beach pe na aaye… yeh kabhi ho sakta bhala! Yaad hain Maa… bachpan me Papa ke sath har weekend me hum idhar aate the… kitna maza aata, nehi?

They slowly moved again left Abhijeet stunned in his place.

Pustayini ghar! The first thing knocked in his mind…. main… main Allahabad se hoon nah? Bachpan me Maa ke sath main udhar hi toh rehta hoga. Matlab humara bhi koi purkhon ka ghar hoga…. mere bachpan ka koi toh yaaden hota hoga. Mera Papa ka ghar…. Maa ki humesha se sapna raha hoga udhar kabhi phir se jane ka….

He looked at vast sky…. Aaj agar Maa zinda hoti… yahi kuch sattar saal ki aas-pass hi umar hoti. Sayad tab unka bhi man karta, Papa ke ghar… humara zindegi ka woh ahem hissa…. Unka sapno ka ashiyana… phir se ek baar dekhne ka…. Bhalehi hum idhar Mumbai me settle ho jate….

Agar meri yaadast na jata kabhi… kya pata…. Allahabad me humara koi apna rehta hota hoga…. sayad mera bhi koi relative hote…. He stopped at his point. Lekin Allahabad me hum kahan rehte the? He tried to remember any address… but failed.

Kuch yaad nehi… he tried hard this time and jerked his head in frustration. Kuch yaad nehi. Kuch bhi nehi… adha-adhura… dhundlasa…. kuch bhi nehi. Main toh kabhi Allahabad itne saalon se jane ki koshish bhi nehi ki…. kya main jan-bujh kar Maa ko maut ke muh me dhakel toh nehi diya! He clearly felt a shiver in his body. Main chutkara toh pana nehi chahta tha unse!

He felt like his inner soul slapped him hard…. Tum apne Maa se pyar bhi toh karte the aur aaj bhi karte ho… sirf guilt hi kiun humesha se hota hain tumhare dil me?

Abhijeet smiled strangely looking his mother's photo… agar itna hi pyar karta tha aap se…. toh sabke bataneke bawajood bhi kabhi apko apnaya kiun nehi? Kiun kabhi apki ashuon ka koi kimat nehi diya main…. Humesha se apne uljhanon me hi rehta tha… kabhi thik se apke taraf dekha tak nehi main… yahi tha mera pyar! Main swarthy nehi hoon? Mujhe toh sirf apni dard ki padhi thi…. Lekin aap har roj har waqt joh bebashi ke sath jite the… uska kya? Main apko bojh toh nehi samajhta tha?

His respiratory organ chocked… a desperate craving of busted into tears he felt in his heart…. Quickly placed his mother's photo in his shirt pocket he moved from there in speed….


Sorry readers… for this tiny update. But due to my unfit health issue…. This is what… I can only manage… for now. I'll try to update soon…

Please try to drop your precious feedback in this tiny review box…

With regards,

Mistic Morning