(Hey reads,
Got a comparatively big chapter ready between my practical preparation!
And almost sat in a cold zone taking myself out of my comfort zone!
Yours,
Author)
His strictness level was highly impeccable!
As I have mentioned very often by now, as an outcome...all he could face was haterade from his very own family in city-Yet it was something... That can't go as if he wasn't any part of anyone's life!
He was very much alive in their life-like terror!
His working hours were morning 8 to 5 in the evening, as if of any usual work time for any middle class but as soon as the clock the vintage model of the clock struck 5, the whole ground of children use to get missing-
With a ring of cycle
Like they were there at 4:59 but suddenly, only the dirt fly open whole group of children just vanish from there leaving no visible sign of their initial presence there!
No, it wasn't something supernatural but, it was that terror only...again the terror of cruel daddy!
This spark one story in my head that my father once told me about Hercules-
Once when Hercules came to the home a little earlier than 5 and like all the children my papa and his sister who were then juvenile used to play in the dirt which my grandpa knew was vital but not so vitally important that go on bury yourself in the dirt that whole day!
So despite them to go play any longer yet, my grandma, was a darling-That is said to be the specialty of a mother's heart- she can't say 'no' to her children...
(cleaning throat)
That at least was something that never came into our mum's genes!
Anyways,
they heard the red alert siren-
"The ringing" of the cycle bell of grandpa Hercules's silver ladybird cycle which was a favorite collection of his, was so shrill that even they recognize it from a mile away-and hence what?!
Like in Hindi mythological movies gods had the power of antardhayan' (Disappearing from a certain place)...they both plus all the other children evaporated!
And by the time his cycle reached home,
The house was humming with the two distinct voices-
papa and bua (related to Father's sister) were both where wandering in the house's open lobby -cramming with their books which were in their hands without keeping anything in mind if they even understand a word yet it was something -they had to act.
Even if their book was left, right or upside down!
cause they knew their parents weren't so literate after all!
Yeah, but what a tragedy!
"What are you reading?" grandpa comes silently flooding to wards papa asks him which pulled him into a coma cause his book was upside down!
Maybe he wasn't nearly any literate but he was smart and full of consciousness!
And that was it, grandpa very deliberately beat his very own son with his soul out!
That was literally, brutal!
Yet, even in this case, my grandma couldn't avenge her foremost star and could only sob under the cloth!