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Untitled Series - XXI

Part Twenty (Read Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part SevenPart Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven | Part Twelve | Part Thirteen | Part Fourteen | Part Fifteen | Part Sixteen | Part Seventeen | Part Eighteen | Part Nineteen and Part Twenty)



It was difficult; not knowing what Mansi was thinking. Even though it disturbed him, he did not let that thought sink deeper into his mind. He knew he had to do the right thing. They drove back to his house in silence. Mansi stared outside the window, not exactly seeing anything; her mind, perhaps, full of thoughts – a chaos enough to give a headache.

He admired her mental strength and he was sure; her mental strength would be what would make her forgive him for not being there for her mother and her when they needed him.

When they reached his house he made sure Mansi was at ease. After Mansi had settled down he walked to the guest room to talk to her. Mansi’s reaction on seeing him proved that she had been waiting for him. She did not ask him in words but her eyes demanded explanation. He knew it was time.


Untitled Series - XX

Part Twenty (Read Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part SevenPart Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven | Part Twelve | Part Thirteen | Part Fourteen | Part Fifteen | Part Sixteen | Part Seventeen | Part Eighteen and Part Nineteen)














He drove Mansi to the clinic near his house. On his way out he did the right thing calling out to one of the ladies who were in the cabin when Mansi felt sick.

“Sampada, would you please accompany us to the doctor’s clinic? Mansi might need your assistance.” The woman agreed immediately; greedy for information – he knew it.

On his way to the clinic he thought about the way the ladies had looked at Mansi and then at him, it made him sick. After all that he had done for them, being there for them when they needed someone to guide them in life; being the one to fulfil their financial needs by employing them in the office, the office which need not be there in first place; what he got in return of all the favours was disappointing to know. He had never expected anything from them in return for what he had done. Yes, it was true that he had set up the office for Mansi and then employed others, not really considering whether he really needed their services or not. He had given them a place in the office, a place in his life; he had considered them as a family.



Untitled Series - XIX

Part Nineteen (Read Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part SevenPart Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven | Part Twelve | Part Thirteen | Part Fourteen | Part Fifteen | Part Sixteen | Part Seventeen and Part Eighteen)


The entire office became silent all of a sudden. It seemed as if everyone had pressed the mute button. The only sound heard was that of ceiling fans. Uncle and Mansi felt as if they were enveloped in a time bubble – drifting into the past, exposed to memories – pleasant and unpleasant ones. They had so much to tell each other but they could not speak a word. Their gazes did the talking.

Outside the cabin, the entire staff focused on the happening inside. From what a few people could see through the glass window, knew that something dramatic had happened or was happening inside the cabin. They all were stunned to hear the sobbing sound coming from the cabin. They had never seen Uncle shed a single drop of tear, in fact – they had never seen Uncle being sad, even. He was the inspiration for all of them; giving them the strength to face life with a smile on the face. To hear the heart-wrenching sob coming out from him made a couple of ladies shed silent tears of their own, wondering what could have been wrong.

It seemed as if each one of them was placed on hold – a pause – a vacuum of noiselessness; nothingness. The whispering, murmuring and the gossiping would begin later.