Godhi Banna Sadharana Mykattu Page #6

ls eating me up from the inside"

Those forgotten days...

Full of memories.. seem like a second.

These moments spent searching...

Feels like days and days"

Floating against these waves of emotions...

The circle of life goes on...

Go check

Hello?

It's the police!

Hello, anybody home?

Anyone inside?

Hello...

- How did the damn police come here?!

- Police?!

- How?

-I swear to god, I don't know!

Please.. Please don't hurt him

- What took you so long?

- I was in the bathroom, sir.

- What's your name?

- Kumar, sir. I'm the owner of the house

- What's this about sir?

- Let's go inside I'll tell you.

- Let's talk here

- Get inside man!

- Come in

- Where's your wife?

She's gone to get vegetables.

She'd made a late-night call to us,

crying, that you hadn't come home.

- Does she think we're jobless?

Oh her?! She's a drama queen!

She watches TV all day long...

Like those over dramatic actors...

She overreacts for everything.

There was an accident on-route to your house.

- Did you see anything suspicious?

Accident?

- Yes, around 12AM.

No, sir.

0k, talk to your wife...

Ask her not to bother the police every time

you loaf around and come home lame.

- Domestic quarrels aren't our problem

- Sorry sir

- Sir?

- You said your wife isn't home? what's that sound?

- Let's see, make way.

- Must be my son.

Ok let's see then

- But that's my...my bedroom, sir.

- Go stand there

- What's that sound?

- Nothing, you saw for yourself.

Right, you must be deaf.

Hello, mister...

Are you playing the fool with me?

Mum did you say?

Your son, right? He seems to have grown up fast!

What are you looking at?

Sir, who are you?

Pushpa's is seriously sick...

Shiva's gone to get help Did you come with the

ambulance?

Ambulance?! Wham is he saying?

I have no idea, sir.

Sir! He's got dementia, he's my father-in-law.

My son's a brat! He's locked him

inside and run off somewhere

- What a son!

- Wash your hands!

What a family you have!

Why do I get such cases...

- During a serious investigation

- Sorry, sir.

You just wasted my time! Idiot.

I told you sir, she's a drama queen.

- What a nut house!

- Sorry; sir.

Thanks god!

Move aside...

Now he comes out and orders me around

Brother, am confused, what game is this old man

playing?

He's not playing...

He's lost his mind, must have escaped from somewhere

He used to visit us once a month,

then suddenly he stopped.

I went to your house to make sure he's 0k

But it was locked.

Thinking that he might be traveling,

I sent this letter

I had no idea so much has happened...

I'm very sorry.

Careful kids, slow down

- Actually, I have to thank you.

- Why?

Because, the books you read as a kid...

Are now being read by these kids

He'd always carry a bunch of your old story books with

him

He would huddle the kids and narrate stories to them

He also instilled a love for an

in these underprivileged kids

He would sit with them

for hours as they drew.

When he was around, their

drawings would look amazing!

And, he would always tell them"

When you draw your...

- Imagination.

- Your imagination...

Your imagination shouldn't be bound by the size of the

page.

Tell me, Sahana

Shiva, someone who bumped into Venkob uncle...

Called after seeing the missing report on TV.

He mentioned 'Razak' to them.

Did your father have a friend called Razak?

Friends"

- Nothing that rings a bell immediately.

- Oh...

But I think there was colleague of his by that name

0k, Did Venkob uncle have a phone-book or diary?

We might get some information there

If there's a diary or phone-book,

It should be here.

All my father's old stuff is here.

I'll look there

You made these?

They're very good.

When I was a kid, sketching

was my favorite hobby.

Drawing gave me immense joy"...

All I needed was an empty sheet and crayons.

I used to spend hours drawing...

Mom would constantly nag dad about spoiling me

with crayons and paint.

Now? You don't sketch anymore?

I don't even use a pen anymore,

where will I have time for colors?

But very nice"

You've collected and preserved all of this"

I haven't. All that is my father's doing.

Wham happened?

The day he went missing...

He had picked up a packet of color pencils

Shiva...

A book fell behind this thing...

One second.

Ya, push.

Shiva, look at that.

After mom passed away...

I had the whole house painted

But this space alone...

Must be my father's idea!

I still remember...

I was in second standard,

it was a holiday.

I was bored of drawing on paper

and wanted to draw on the wall.

Mom was asleep, I took the paint

she'd hidden and drew all over the wall!

Mom saw what I did and thrashed me.

She scared me that dad would do worse.

But after dad came home"

He asked

me why I'd left this space empty...

Then dad and I did this together'.

Mom got so angry with dad...

It was like world War 3!

Thou its my father who has this disease,

it's me who's forgotten everything

The nicer memories are like this

hidden away somewhere

- Ya ma?

- Sahana, where are you?

- I'm coming

- They'll be here any minute

- Ok ok...

- Don't be lame

- Alright, I'm on my way

- Come soon.

I have to leave, Razak's details are in this"

Call him and check if he's heard anything.

Shiva...

I'm glad I got to see this

- Bye

- Bye

Shiva" have you ever thought of it?

We think our story begins with our birth...

But it actually begins in the middle

of someone else's story.

0k... forget that.

I'll tell you the story behind yours

OK go on.

But I'm warning you right now,

I'm not as good as your father.

Fine

During his final year of BSc...

He saw your mother for the

first time at the canteen.

He used to say something...

\Mth one glance"

We knew we wanted

to share the ups and downs of life.

She was beautiful...

And she was very shy...

she would rarely look up

She would occasionally laugh...

And that laughter...

For six months I eagerly

waited for her to notice me

Finally one day, I decided I must talk to her.

I went and stood in front of her.

As I stood there...

She looked up and our eyes met.

I felt like I was stuck by a lightning!

I froze like a stone.

Stop pulling my leg with some film story.

- No I swear to you.

- Swear on me?

- Listen to the story no?

- Fine... And then?

Wham then? I was such a coward...

Not knowing how to face her,

I didn't go to college for a week!

Then, one day I sneaked into the

canteen, but she wasn't there..

I went to her classroom,

she wasn't there either...

I searched every pan of the college!

But I couldn't find her...

Just when I began to wonder if she

was my imagination, it hit me...

There was one place where I hadn't looked.

Do you know which one?

Let's see if you can guess"

Ladies hostel?

That's the difference between

your generation and his...

And which generation are you from?

All this time with old people

has made you old.

Do you want me to go on?

0k, where?

Library...

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