Ayaan waited till he
saw Kayra walk out of the house. He didn’t want to confront her yet. He knew he
had been unfair during his last visit and he didn’t expect her to forgive him
with a simple apology. She deserved more than an apology. So he had thought
everything carefully. As Kayra walked out, Ayaan slipped in and rang the bell
of Mrs Iyer’s home. A furious Mrs Iyer let him in after he pleaded with her to
listen to him. Though it was a hard task convincing her, he felt happy seeing the concern and
love this lady had for Kayra. He felt ashamed thinking about his behaviour. A small
chat with Ritwik the previous night at the club had cleared all his
misunderstandings. He refused to believe that he had spoilt the one chance he
had to convince Kayra. So here he was, trying desperately to set things right.
“I won’t sugar coat the
truth for you young man. The way you left had Kayra in tears. She has cried her
heart out. It was difficult enough for me to see it once. If you are going to
do that again, I am not going to spare you this time” A smile played on Ayaan’s
lips as he heard of Mrs Iyer’s threat. “Believe me ma’am, it wasn’t easy for me
either. I was just hurt beyond words when I thought she got married. I had lost her once. Thinking that I have lost her forever made me behave like that. But I was
wrong. I should have let her speak before jumping to conclusions. I am sorry”
he spoke earnestly. Suddenly, he felt like a teenager speaking with his
girlfriend’s parent, trying to get approval. Once Mrs Iyer was certain about
him, she led him towards Kayra’s home.
“Since it is Saturday, it
is a half day at school and Ansh should be here any moment” Even as Mrs Iyer
spoke this, the boy ran up the stairs and straight into her arms, throwing the
bag on the couch. Mrs Iyer laughed as she fondled him. Yet she was quick to
chide him “Didn’t I tell you not to throw your bag like that? Now go pick it up
and keep it properly” Ayaan stood at a distance watching the scene unfold. The
chubby little boy, as if suddenly realizing the presence of someone else,
turned to him. He was quick to recognize Ayaan. “You are the one who made mumma cry” he accused.
Ayaan was shocked but before he could react, Mrs Iyer intervened. “You shouldn’t
say like that Ansh. He is mumma’s friend. They had a little fight just like you
fight with your friend Mithun. He is here to say sorry. Won’t you let him do
Ayaan stood there holding his breathe as Ansh contemplated what she said. He so wanted the approval of this little fellow. “Have you not brought any flowers?”
Ansh spoke up suddenly. “Flowers?” Ayaan asked, confused what the boy was
talking about. Ansh shook his head in disapproval. “Don’t you see TV? Boys
always give flowers to girls when they say sorry. Don’t you want to fight to
end soon?” This time Ayaan didn’t stop himself as he laughed. “How stupid of
me! No one told me this before. Will you help me?” he asked, even as he hoped
Ansh would agree. The cute little boy had already won his heart. “Only if you
promise to buy me chocolate” Ansh was quick to reply.
Mrs Iyer could see the
bond forming between the two. She sent a silent prayer to the almighty that
things turn out well this time. Ayaan lifted Ansh in his arms and they went out
to bring the flowers as directed by Ansh. Ayaan felt happier than he had in
years. He asked Ansh about his school and friends. Ansh talked
animatedly as he told him how he had won first place in running race and how he
liked Mrs Iyer’s homemade cookies. He told him about his best friend Mithun and
how they say sorry to each other when they fight. “Momma tells me one should
always say sorry and forget the fight. You will do that too right?” he asked
and Ayaan couldn’t help kissing Ansh before answering. “Yes. With the flowers”
he said and winked.
By the time the two
reached home after buying flowers and chocolate, Kayra was standing at the
door, waiting. Ayaan slowed down as she saw her fuming. “Don’t worry. She will
always forgive once you say sorry” Ansh whispered and ran towards his mother. “Momma,
I like this uncle. He bought me chocolates and flowers for you” Kayra ushered
him in towards Mrs Iyer, who stood watching the whole scene unfold. “Up” she said to Ayaan and marched towards her home with a silent Ayaan following her. “They will say
sorry na aunty? I don’t want mom to cry again. And the uncle is nice too. I
like him” Ansh said looking up to Mrs. Iyer with hope filled eyes. She tussled
his hair and watched the retreating figures. “We will make them do it if they
won’t” she said as Ansh’s face lit up with happiness.
To be continued...
About today's novel: When Only Love Remains is a novel by Durjoy Datta. Read more about the novel here.
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