They say the Lord listens to prayers and wishes from little souls….but I never heard that The Lord listens to their wonders too…that too so seriously !! How many times have you drenched in MUSLAADHAR rain in filmy ishtyle??!! Last one was luvly weeknd wid sum loved ones , my bro, bhabahi and rasgulla aashi, though missing some beloved ones yashu, bhavna and chhota pingu Myshu…On one side they left our gate for their city and we jumped on our savaari, The Bullet to reach Ficci Audi for Sam’s beloved mamu’s anchoring for a kids dance show. Ohh, how damn excited we 3 were to be able yo see him on stage for the first time, face to face. Sam was promised to be taken to India Gate after the show, she had never been to IG before!! yup, never!! Zooooom…we left with bright sun on our heads, our little lady chattin and chattin and chattin…Reaching almost around India Gate, the air chan ged, luvly breeze, little drizzling, awesum weather , clear skies, mast roads…and we were so happy.
Sam ko doooor se dikhaya – See Sam thats India Gate.
Mumma kya kabhi India Gate mei itni barish ho sakti hai ki sab parks mei pani bhar jae…koi chal hi na pae…jaise TV mei dikhate hain?!!
Yes baby, bilkul ho sakti hai.
GOOD LORD…you heard her wonder!!
We couldn’t even reach the next crossing, jaha se bilkul 2 minutes ki drive pe tha Ficci and there it rained…it rained like hell…MUSLADHAAR BAARISH. Within few seconds, we were drenched and running towards a tree. That tree was shared by 15 people, each tree was…roads were empty…SANNATA…sirf barish aur hawa…. all parks were filled with water.
Papa put his helmet on Sam’s head and we both covered her from rear and front. She kept speaking…we kept answering…she was so worried to miss the show and we were worried to get into the AC audi aise…lol.People around were listening to us and smiling at her, the only child under the tree. 10 minutes…15…20, we were still there and my phone kept ringing in the bag. Finally after almost half and hour rain lightens and we finally give a thought and call up Yashu to ask what should we do. Sadly he said – Beemar mat ho jana…Audi mei AC to hai hi…Vapas chale jao
But would Sam let bus take a u-turn?! NAH..
Okay chalte hain…shayd andar jane de… paas hi hai lets try once… and entry mil gai…straight to the washrooms …removed our dusty clothes rinsed them and wore them back…lol…Mumma..aj ye hum kya kya kar re hain na…hahaha
And we enter the audi, all eyes questioning- ye nichudte hue namoone kaun hain
We get the front seat in the first row…there comes topi wala mamu and Sam ki smile and ankhon ki chamak dekhne wali thi…We loved him so much speaking and so did the audience…AFter 3 dance items – Sam chale beta, its getting late and thand bhi lag rahi hai…
tried twice at intervals…all in vain…
Sam India gate bhi rukna hai…
Nahi…nahi jana IG..
It was almost 8 – Sam apko thand nahi lagrahi
she nods smiling.
Papa asks – dance achhe hain ya mamu?
Dance half half achhe hain…mamu full full.
Papa moves out quietly.
Mummy – Sam…papa gae, bolke gae hain agar 5 min mei bahar ni aye to I’m going, tum dono mamu sath metro pe ajana..
Mumma!!! Wat izz….achha ek aur baar aane do mamu ko fir chalege.
agya mamu ek aur baar. I tell Sam to stand from her seat and wave a goodbye…mamu ki nazar mei ajaega..She did so and was so happy to see – Mumma dekho mamu bolte bolte mujhe bye kar raha hai aur sab mujhe dekh rahe hain..
Ya..Ya…achha chalo ab…Sadly she holds my finger and moves towards EXIT, when suddenly a soft hustle calls her- Samreen…We turn back and its MAMU – lying flat on the stage with his topi wala head popping out of the curtain. Sam runs to him kisses him, Mamu kisses her and thats it – Sam’s eyes filled with tears…
Okay Sam, chalo beta..Mamu has to be back.
We move out and Sam cries – mumma pata nahi kyu, jab bhi mamu ko dekhti hu aur vo mujhse pyar karta hai to mujhe rona ajata hai aur gale mei dard hota hai…Awwwww………….cho chweet!!
Bas fir vaha se India Gate…vaha maari masti…khub khaya chutar-putar…
and driving back home and Sam starts sleeping…
Sam sona nahi hai baby…We stop and get her chips and biscuits…khate raho bolte raho…
Mumma kabhi kehte ho chup raho, ab bolre ho bolte raho…jo mujhe karna hota hai usse ulta hi kyu bolte ho…aur mujhe thand bhi lagri hai…
hmphhh…we hunt for a market in cantonment area and get her a new pair to wear with a demand - ab mujhe kuch bahar ka garmagaram dinner kara do…ice cream ka to naam bhi mat lena….rofl and that was the last day of the vacations,so end D Vacations story finish…