Unnikale Oru Kadha Parayam Page #6

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dance, sing and crack jokes,

And to die all of a sudden.

Brother has come - Where?

Are you all angry

with me?

I could not come on

time as committed.

Were my children worried?

Look here. What all

I've brought?

Toys, colour pencil,

water bottle.

I've brought all that

you had asked for.

Aren't you convinced yet?

When I bought for kids,

I Wanted to buy something for

you also. It's a sari.

I've never seen you

in a sari.

I don't know whether you

will wear it also.

But I wanted to buy one.

So I got it.

Are you also angry

with me?

Don't be angry, please.

I'll not go anywhere hereafter.

Is that okay?

Are you angry still?

I'll take up

the punishment.

We are not angry.

We're all first in

our classes.

Jump with joy, Ebi. Isn't toady

the happiest day for us?

I'm very glad. My children

are very smart.

Your children, is it? Then I'm not

related to them, isn't it?

These men are always like that.

When there is a credit,

they own it for themselves.

No, you take all the credit.

I don't want anything.

That is also not agreeable

for me.

We'll share it. Even the

Bible says so.

Ebi, we've to celebrate this.

What shall we do? Tell me.

Everything is left to

your discretion.

Then, We'll do one thing.

I'll get my results in two days.

I'll definitely get a first class.

We'll celebrate everything together.

What? Not just a

small celebration.

We've to do it in a

grand scale.

A real festival.

Let the whole world know, that there

is a Heaven here.

I've also found a name for

our Heaven.

"Heaven of Dreams".

Why are you silent?

Nothing.

You go and change

your dress.

I told everything to

Uncle & Aunt.

First, they opposed.

Then, I used my last &

powerful weapon.

I cried and wept.

Finally they agreed.

Uncle wants to meet you.

Day after tomorrow, we're

leaving to Bangalore,

To settle everything.

Then, we needn't go there again.

One week of separation.

As soon as I come back,

we should get married.

Poor girl'll come running with lots

of dream of building a Heaven.

How do I console her?

Forget about Annie.

She might cry.

But after sometime,

she'll forget all this.

She will have a better

life than this.

But my children...

If I'm not there, then

who else is there?

You'll be there.

But you can't devote yourself

completely for them.

All of them are very intelligent

in studies.

But if they're let in the streets

again, I can't even imagine...

Ebi, don't bother yourself

with unnecessary thoughts.

Hear my words. We'll go to

some better Hospital.

God is merciful.

No father. Nobody can

make us immortal.

Death can only be postponed.

But for how many days?

No... My heart says that only

few more days are left.

I'm not coming anywhere.

I wish that my last moments shouldn't

happen on the Hospital bed.

My son.

Don't worry about me.

But my children...

What will happen to them?

I thought a lot.

There is only one way.

They should be put in

an Orphanage.

When you told me that earlier,

I disagreed.

I wished that they shouldn't grow

with the label of an Orphan.

But...

Now...

No... They're Orphans.

Why... why're you all

so silent?

There'll be many

children like you.

You can play and go to

school with them.

The school is nearby.

Don't want... you'll not

be there.

I'm going somewhere for

an urgent job.

It might take few days for

me to come back.

Till such time, how will

you be alone?

That's alright.

Sister is there.

But she has gone

to Bangalore.

Father'll take you

there tomorrow.

We'll not go.

You should go.

It's me who's telling that.

Don't you want to

become smart?

Don't you want to study and

become Great people?

When will you be back?

Beloved children, I'll tell

you a story.

It's a story of

this Flute.

May be in the meadows or in the

forests, It was born in a Bamboo bush.

Kissed by the dew drops and

the gentle breeze,

Fondled by the warm Sun rays.

Searching for the melody

of the unsung songs,

One day, it's heart throb gave birth

to the finest music on the earth.

That was the sound from

this flute.

In all the green meadows where

beautiful flowers bloom,

Below the trees, under

the blue skies.

Till the time, this piece

of bamboo breaks,

Till the time, the flow of

this music stops,

This sound'll save all the living

creatures, like the sound of the Almighty.

This is the sound of

this flute.

Whatever I heard was true?

Ebi, say no.

You lied, just to cheat us for a fun,

Is it not?

It was aunty who told that.

I didn't believe.

No, I don't believe anybody.

You're alright. You're

perfectly alright.

When did you come

from Bangalore?

Is there so much of a

distance between us?

Don't weep.

What all dreams did

we have?

I'm scared.

You've sent the children to

the Orphanage.

Where will I go?

Wherever I go, Can I

forget you?

Can you exist peacefully without

seeing the children?

Why did you send them away?

Am I not there for them?

Shall I go and bring

them back?

No...

They've gone with the hope that

I'll come back with lot of gifts.

They shouldn't know anything.

When they become tired of waiting,

they'll slowly forget me.

When they attain the

age of understanding,

I'll remain as a memory in

their minds.

That's enough for me.

Go home. It's getting late.

No. I'm scared to go

leaving you alone.

I'm scared even to close

my eyes for a second.

By that time, I'm scared whether

you'll go leaving me alone.

Will you do that, Ebi?

Will you leave me

alone and go?

I haven't seen you enough.

I haven't loved you enough.

Brother...

Brother...

Brother Ebi - Brother Ebi.

Brother Ebi.

He is not to be found

anywhere, Sister.

There he is - Where?

- There.

Brother... Brother...

Brother...

Beloved children, I'll tell you a

story. It's a story of this flute.

May be in the meadows or in the

forests, It was born in a Bamboo bush.

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