Not many things are held in our hands, what is meant to happen happens with or without our consent. Sometimes the purpose remains underlined and sometimes they start a new beginning.
It was evening, the sun had set and tangy orange light was escaping out from clouds. There was a little girl standing over the chair looking over to the sky trying to capture the glance of the setting sun.
''Snap!"
"Aha! Perfect Shot!"
"Grandma, See this pic"
The little girl came down the chair and handed the pic to grandmother. Her eyes were lit like moonlight. The radiance that she was shedding wasn't less anywhere.
Grandma took the picture and adjusted her
glasses .A wide grin appeared over her face and while extending her hand over her head…..
"God bless you my dear."
The little girl smiled and held her hand.
"God bless you my grandma…"
"Ahhh!!, you little piece."
"Only blessing!!, I made so many efforts just for my grandma. ''
"Then, what does my little typhoon need??"
" I am hungry."
" hmmm…..how can a little typhoon cause trouble with an empty stomach."
Sneha frowned a little …
"When did I cause any trouble?"
"of course never"
Grandma's eyes had a gleam of sparkle, watching the little typhoon put on an act.
Grandma lifted herself up.
"fine-fine , I am bringing something for you."
Sneha helped grandmother reach the kitchen and then make snacks. They had another fun day.
After settling Sneha . Grandmother left her home and returned back to her own residence.
After having snacks Sneha picked the photograph that she took this evening and pinned it over a photographic collage palette. Near that collage palette , her father's picture was hanging . She always pauses a little whenever she sees the picture and it was hard for her to anticipate what she could feel looking at the picture.
After adjusting the photograph she came down the chair she was using and picked it up and took it towards the window right next to the room. The neighbourhood window was clearly visible to her window. But she was disappointed to see that her uncle hadn't returned yet .From a few days she had been noticing how weird her Uncle was behaving. Something is definitely wrong with him. She couldn't help but ponder about it.
Sneha loved photography. Her Uncle was a reporter. He was the one who taught her photography. Her mother was doing a job and she usually spent her day with grandma who lives next to her house.
She also had an older sister. Her elder sister was studying architecture. Her father…..her father was Airforce Captain. It has been years but there is no news about her father. She is very little to understand the duties a soldier holds. She holds very few memories about her father.
She was raised by a neighborhood grandmother and her maternal uncle . Her Maternal Uncle was a reporter. Alike her maternal Uncle she is full of life. She is also crazy in some people eyes. She doesn't know how much alike is she to her father in this regard.
Knock!knock!
Sneha opened the door and found her mother was home. Her mother adoringly picked her up.
"so, how was the day? My dear!
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Parth
Parth's home was a little different. He was living in a joint family. He has an older brother. But because he was living in a joint family , he has two elder brothers and two elder sisters. He was the youngest in his family. In his family all the children were their brother and sister. The concept of cousin doesn't prevail here. Parents had little contribution in their growth years as youngsters grew under guidance of elders. Also all the elders see all the children as their own . There was a unique companionship and togetherness among them.
"big brother, big brother"
Parth came running into the hall where all the cousins of the family were sitting .
"what happened !!"
The eldest son of the family stood up snapping the book he was holding on.
" Am unable to find my pendrive."
Parth described while directing his eyes towards his second brother.
"Nikhil have you seen little brother pendrive?"
"no, I haven't"
He replied without showing any concern to anybody.
Eldest daughter of the came and sat beside and slightly pulled a drawer.
After searching a little she found the pendrive.
"what is this?"
Looking over her hand he shrugged his shoulder and replied.
"Ohh, somebody might have placed it"
This time Amy's patience had given up on her. She instantly pulled his ear.
"Ahhhh , sister can't you spare me once."
" Spare you!"
This voice was from the second daughter of the family.
A pillow came over his face.
" Well, Amy you came just in time."
And another pillow came flying towards my big brother.
"Don't blame me now."
Parth simply took his pen drive and slipped through the space .
He directly went into the room of his father downstairs. And went to his cabin cum library. His father was head of the family. He also held a respectable position in the Government. All kinds of books are available there. Also all kinds of files available there.
As he went into the room he remembered his father working there. Usually nobody would come to his study. Only Parth had the guts to come here. He hadn't spent much time with his father but he had heard many stories about what his father did from big brother. Being the head of the family any decision made by him was the ultimate decision. Being part of a joint family as everything was taken care of by his brothers and sisters the only thing that concerned him was computers and computer programs. He was the youngest so he was loved and adorned by everyone.
His demands were fulfilled without a second say. In other words it was hard to ask for anything else other than his brothers and sisters and Sneha.
Putting his thoughts aside he came to the computer system which he usually uses then he decided to try working on the system where his father works.
He inserted his pendrive and opened up the computer.
He started browsing about things and suddenly the computer started showing commands over commands. He didn't know how to deal with it.
He instantly pulled out the power buttons before any automatic commands could execute.