(S)TOLEN Bananas…………

Seema admired Pradeep chettan so much.For her he was an iconic figure.

Tall and handsome and the studious one.He was the one who helped her with her homework, who taught her how to hold the badminton racket,who cycle raced with her and let her win.He was her next door neighbour but to little Seema it seemed that Pradeep was a family member.She aspired to be like him,taking the first postion in any endeavour that he was a part of.Every single inmate of the neighbouhood she lived in had only praises for him………

Her admiration for Pradeep…………….was inmitable…………

It was the last day of school.Seema was euphoric……… she would be taking a train to her hometown in Kerala two days hence…………..her heart somersaulted with happiness,it formed ripples bursting with…………maginificient brilliance.

She rushed to take her school bus.

“Pradeep chettan,”she called out.

“I will go with my friends,darling,he yelled back.Today is the last day,so will chill out.”

Seema smiled and climbed up the bus.She reached home in forty five minutes.

She waited for her father to reach.She would accompany him to the local bazaar to buy sweetmeats for her cousins in Kerala.She sat on the window sill waiting for her father and went into deep sleep.She woke up to whispers outside the window.She stood up to peep out.

She saw Pradeep chettan talking to a banana vendor,who had a soft wood dumpster on his head…………..decorated with sweet smelling bananas.Pradeep chettan stood facing Seema and motioned her to keep quiet.The banana vendor,gullible and honest,immersed in talks did not realize when another friend of Pradeep chettan came from behind and picked up a bunch of bananas and hid it on the window ledge.The banana vendor………said goodbye….and walked ahead………..”sweet bananas……sweet bananas……….come and have a look.”

Stolen bananas………..hidden………………

Seema saw that devilish smile of Pradeep chettan.Her heart gathered the broken pieces of the pedestal on which Pradeep chettan had stood for years in spectacular grandeur.She sat crouched.

She had lost a friend………….forever.

 

***Note : This post is written for us by the lovely Sitara Nair who is a teacher by profession and a writer by choice. She had been a banker for seven years but quit the job to take up to cute responsibilities. She blogs at sitaranair.wordpress.com .

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