Chapter 3

Rahul and Daksh started to hangout very often. Rahul was admitted in Daksh’s school. After leaving the school both used to go the park nearby. They explored many places and there was not a single day when their pockets went empty. Well, Daksh was now feeling happy with Rahul. Rahul, occasionally, went to Daksh’s house for completing his homework and helped Daksh out in Mathematics as he was poor. Daksh too paid the debt by telling him about Indian history which he got to know through the books Naani gave him but unfortunately were burnt by his father. As days passed by, they both started to love each other’s company and with that they started to love the life in London, but never forgot India. They often described their favorite things in India which they missed a lot in London but still both of them liked London. Everything was going good. Everyone was quite happy until that day, the day which even Daksh cannot forget as on that day he lost something extremely attached to him. Daksh left Rahul at his home and came back at his and started to remember that day for a thousandth time.

Daksh came home and drank a glass of orange juice waiting for him at the dining room. As always no one was at home but Naani. He straight away went to her room and found out that she was sleeping. He quietly went inside the room near to Naani’s bed and touched her feet for her blessings. She woke up and said, ‘You are here? And I did not even woke up!’

‘Need not to wake up. I see, you have warm feet. Fever?’ asked Daksh

‘I don’t know. My head is burning too and I am feeling a lot of pain in my heart’

‘So take another nap. That will help you,’ Daksh said and she did the same.

At 4 p.m. Dinesh came home and drank a glass of water and found out that no one was at home. He asked the maid that where everyone was to which she replied that all went to the hospital. Dinesh did not even bother to ask which one and rushed towards his car. He fastened the belt and called Raagini, Daksh’s mother. She told her that Naani got a heart attack and her situation right now is very critical. She told him that she was admitted in the Barnes Hospital and Dinesh sped towards the hospital. Naani was in the ICU. Doctors too were doing everything they could but they could not save her. Before Dinesh could reach
there, she was dead. Daksh cried a lot but Dinesh did not shed a tear. Naani was close to both of them but Dinesh had seen worse. Daksh remembered the last time she talked to him before sleeping. She murmured in his ear, ’Daksh, Indians are in trouble and you have to save them. Promise me this. Son, my end is near I am sleeping to wake in another life. But whichever that would be I will be there to guide you.’

Daksh came out of his memories and realized that he had to move over this incident because he remembered it every day for the last 7 months and it could not go this way. Daksh went to Rahul’s house to lighten his mind, talked to him and felt relieved. He came back home at about 7 o’ clock. As soon as he entered the door he heard his mom and dad fighting. It was something unusual at his house.  He moved towards their room and tried to hear what was going on.

‘This is all your brother’s fault. Why did he enter that bloody world and went against Rajshekhran and Gupta? Had he not done that our life might have become much easier,’ shouted Dinesh.

‘I tried a lot to explain him not to enter politics,’ that last word shocked Daksh because Dinesh and Raagini always hated politics, Raagini continued, ‘But your father was the one who took him into the matter. He lost his life and Sagar, my one and the only brother too sacrificed his life. So all this is not my fault.’

‘What are you guys talking about?’ questioned Daksh as he came in the room and there was no reply or excuse they both could give. Three of them stood there silent and shocked, expecting someone would break this silence which seemed to last for a million years and was too heavy to be carried by these shoulders.

To be continued….



Chapter 2

‘Good morning everyone,’ said the flight attendant and everyone woke up, ‘In a very short while we are going to land in London, so I request that you all be seated and fasten your seat belt.’

Naani, who was sitting next to Daksh, noticed that he was constantly looking out of the window so asked, ‘What are you looking at, son?’

‘I am finding my home, I think…. I think it is lost somewhere down there,’ he looked at Naani and questioned, ‘Can you see it?’ Naani shook her head. Daksh, disappointed, started to look out of the window again.

‘You are never going to find it, son, so better not try. It is good for you,’ said Dinesh, Daksh’s father.

‘I will find it, one day or the other, no matter what I have to do for that,’ He replied with his eyes filled with hatred and anger for his father.

‘Sir, please be seated, we are going to land,’ said the air hostess. Dinesh gave Daksh the same look Daksh gave him and went again to his seat.

They reached London and Dinesh called one of his friends to pick him up from the airport. Stephen, his friend came to the airport and took them to the house Dinesh had previously owned. On their way to home, Daksh saw much of London. The tall skyscrapers, the clean roads and above all the civilized traffic. Merely giving it a tag of being beautiful would be an insult. London was and still is one of the most beautiful places on earth, made with the mind of an architect and heart of a poet. This city is a combination of Science and History. The city does not need a moon neither the stars. It seems like something luminous, it surely is something because of which the moon and the stars get the light. No word in any language is there to describe London’s beauty. But Daksh was not at all surprised to see London. For he expected it to be this way and still was missing India.

‘Daksh, our house is in Bankside, one of the most elegant places in this astounding city. It is just the best place for you. I bet you will be surprised once you see the house we are going to live in,’ Dinesh said after he noticed his sadness.

In a while they reached their home and Daksh’s expressions were still the same and Dinesh too never expected them to change, no one did. Then as days passed, Daksh started to adjust in London. He knew there was no other option than that. He was not living in London; it was just his body which was there. He left his heart and soul in Bombay, where he previously lived.

Several days later, Dinesh invited one of his business partners, Randhir, at home along with his whole family, thinking that it would lighten Daksh’s mind and also it would strengthen the bond between the two tycoons, Dinesh and Randhir. Daksh was not aware about all this and was surprised when he saw guests from his terrace coming inside his house, and that too Indians.

‘Welcome, my friend.’ said Dinesh to Randhir and Daksh came running down from the terrace to the drawing room and grabbed everyone’s eyeballs.

‘So there you are little one. I was so keen to meet you,’ Randhir said looking at Daksh and then turned his head again towards Dinesh and added,’You know, Dinesh, Rahul will be delighted to see your son,’

‘But where is he and where is your wife?’

‘Oh you see, they just forgot something in the car, so they went back to take that and there they are.’ said Randhir looking at the big wide wooden door which always remained open.

Then all of them sat in the room, shared their stories and laughed like anything. But Daksh at the very beginning of the family meeting left the room and came back to the terrace followed by Rahul.

‘Why are you here alone?’ asked Rahul.

‘Because there is no one to be with me, I guess.’ Daksh replied

‘I think that is because you are different.’

‘Thanks, but who are you?’

‘Oh sorry, I am Rahul, your guest, nice to meet you .’

‘And I am Daksh, Daksh Malhotra, nice to meet you too.’

After some time of this incident Rahul became the only person who could explain Daksh about the rights and wrongs and only he made him feel comfortable in London. With Rahul, Daksh felt like he is at home. And thus, started the friendship which in future will see the worst ups and downs, but will remain like new till the end of world.