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my comments in green...just in case you haven't noticed. I know it can be tough to focus on such things when the center of your focus is yourself😛😆
my comments in green...just in case you haven't noticed. I know it can be tough to focus on such things when the center of your focus is yourself😛😆 roarrr chup kar nehi tu ghuma ke kan ke neech! where's the dhanush vm.. post it plzz..
Originally posted by: -bharti-
Hi hammie, hi bart , saw this last night, whizzed through it.. but you know why i couldn't annotate it.. so doing it before the UD..
Me missing the bus expectedly, by the way what is the impetus for your prompt annots n updates, 😉 kuch toh hua hai kuch hogaya hai, 😃...Hoya hai.. i have other writers, like rosie ,daya, promptly updating without giving agro to lovely readers like i do.. so me behaving all goody goody..😛.. and wu woh tu i cannot miss.. waise delays expected.. in those.. time nehi tha to watch.. them, will do so..But So so sorry for my delayed replies hammie, plzz maafi dedo...😳thujhe saat khoon maf hain🤣.. mausi...😆..I think you deserve an award for those cute innocent words of little dutta, he,s so adorable. Oh God! the poor kid holding the mother,s sari is so painful to read. His distress with his mother,s dissapearance is very sad. bart you remember i told you i feel in love with the actor playing Dutta's childhood.Luckily Damodar is wise enuf to heed the Godman,s advice as well as not to remarry. But little dutta is already turning into a rebel of sorts, the loss affecting him in some ways. But even his act of throwing the mud balls is so cute. Abhi se gussa aur attitude bhi, but he is being respectful with AS n her daughters n mindful of his dad,s words.The interaction with the sisters goin well, dutta,s talent winning them over.Hmm this little dutta is fast turning into a protective brother too. His insistence on buttoning his shorts was so cute, fiercely independant. ..enjoyed writing all this.. boys get shy too..How can our dutta be without his bosom pal baji for long, Yes, dutta,s story is incomplete without baji, it reminds me, great to see your baji on the thread back, just like those PR days 😊 ohhh yes.. my baji.. my daya.. is unreal.. ummmh dunno what she sees in me.. waise pms mein even on the thread..daya is wielding her metal bat at me.. 😆Thanx hammie for such an adorable episode, how do you come up with those cute little words of dutta, he,s already won my heart.The summer seems to be doin wonders to you, keeping you on tenterhook., touchwood ! 😉
yeshhh . waise bart, cant wait to get away.. still looking..
ok give my love to MZ... and much love and many thanks to you chk.. forum.. baad mein..
love hammie
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Mishal Raheja ~Dutta
Out of my hands
Part 3
That boy who was picked up from the streets yesterday on his son's request .. has done a runner..it is noted. In alarm Damoder, immediately scans his one room dwelling to check if anything valuable has gone missing, not that he has any valuables.. the only precious item is the one cuddly bundle that sits on the mat yawning, half asleep.
"babaaa! he moans half asleep ..but soon enough notices the vacant space where the ragged boy had slept and it baffles him and he looks up to his father.
"mera dost kadher hai babba? asks Dutta drowsily.
" mujhe kya pata! kahan gaye hai woh larka ? rattles an irate Damoder.
Before Dutta can respond he carries on pointing a wagging finger at Dutta.. who sits rubbing his eyes and continues to look down at the empty space beside him. Damoder, complains.
"tune bola tha is lardke ko ghar le chalo babba!, Damoder protests to his tiny tot of a son!
He blames Dutta by the sounds of it.. who soon enough pouts his lower lip and begins to bawl! which Damoder expected eventually to happen. In controlled anger he orders Dutta, to get himself out of bed forthwith.
"utha ab Dutta! thujhe Aye Sahib ke ghar bhi chorna hai.. ab woh chokra gaya tu gaya! jaane de!
But Dutta isn't readily willing to accept that. He comes out with a suggestion that brings a ray of sunshine on his previously grim face.
"babaa ja ke dehien ye gaya kadher? he pleads with half innocent wide eyes.
It is obvious to Damoder his lad is upset, hence his suggestion for a rekey. True he wants his son to be as tough as steel but he knows that the onus is upon him to train his son from a young age to face facts.. accept situational reforms. Understand that life is transient and nothing is permanent.
"dekh Dutta, hogi us ladke ke koi mujboori, ju woh chala gaye.. ho sakta hai use bhi school jana ho , jaise thujhe jana hai! ab uth bhi ja Dutta! Aye Sahib tera wait kar rehe hoon ge.! chivvies Damoder.
But Dutta argues, much to his father' annoyance as it's delaying the process of getting him ready for the day. So some fatherly persistence from Damoder occurs as he, pushes the back of his son's neck gently and nearly shoves him under the hand pump tap. But Dutta instead of allowing his to father pump out the water manually for his face wash, wrangles the handle and with the pumping motion jumps up and down gurgling squeals of enjoyment. His father scratches his head and then grasps him from the back and nears the child's face under the gush of water!
"bahut badmash hota ja reha hai tu Dutta ! he admonishes him while trying to control a playful Dutta.
Damoder tells him off, for his wriggling about! as he wipes his face with a towel.. and runs his fingers through his sons damp hair..
Helping Dutta get ready Damoder muses regretfully, though his son is playful and begs for more bonding time with him his father, Damoder has immediate things to deal with, like dropping off his son at Aye Sahib's residence. As his father he could gather that his son has lost the usual spark in his eye, due to that boy's disappearance. He feels the urge to perhaps act upon his son's suggestion, by actually looking for the short time little strange visitor, who left an impact on his Dutta.
Damodar wishes to keep in mind that his child is gravitating towards a peer ..which has to be a good thing as Dutta despite of losing his mother, shows signs of reaching out to others , rather than withdrawing into himself. The other positive thing is that Dutta is getting into a daily routine and responding well to it. Life is generally a bit more stable, for both father and son.
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On his way back from dropping Dutta off. Damodar, stops at the market to buy some quick food for his lunch. The stall has a queue Damoder stands between two men. As he begins to move forward, he feels something move in his kurta pocket. On looking down sideways , he notices two little fingers creep further into his concealed kurta pocket. Then he reels his head and watches the little hand creep out of his pocket accompanied by a gradual pull back of the hand as slowly as possible. Damodar twists his body and clamps the thin little arm.. hard!
Owww! yells the little pick pocket! and raises up his face in pain to Damoder!
One look at him told Damoder distastefully, there is no mistaking those dimples! it is Dutta's so called friend. Damoder grips his arm and the boy screams. Damoder bellows at him angrily
"salle! Pocket mar! ther thujhe bata hai main!
But before he can jostle him, the boy hastily wrenches his arm out of Damodar's grip and runs. Soon after a crowd of people, chases him and he ducks and dives, screaming his lungs out!
"main kuch nehi kiya! he protests, but to no avail as he gets caught by a teenaged boy, and then within seconds,is set upon by a mini mob that descends on the pick pocket, ready to lynch him!
Dutta's friend shouts for assistance to Damoder, under the thumps of people whose pockets he might have picked..
"Kaka! Baacheooo! main dost hai ap ke raj kumar ka!
Damodar, a father of a young lad himself.. answers to his distress signal and rushes to the poor mites side and retrieves him. As people respect Damoder they back off , although one of them does question, who is he to him?
"mera Dutta ka dost hai..",he replies and it takes him some convincing to have the little thief let loose from their angered midst.
There was no point in lecturing the kid, thought Damoder.. no questions should be asked. He just feeds the kid , seeing he looks starved and then decides what he would do about this urchin!
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Basically Damoder explains to Shakuntala, his boss's wife.. the kind hearted lady, that this pathetic looking boy by his side this time, is an orphan who roams the streets, picking pockets. Damodar predicts, that before this child gets into serious trouble with the law or endangers his life.. it would be a boon, if Aye Sahib can take him into her home? of course this is a suggestion, the decision has to be hers entirely.
Aye Sahib by the looks, of it is taken aback, but nevertheless flattered that she is seen as a charitable, and kind hearted woman like her husband. She agrees but her reason happens to be,
"hum is liye haan kar rehe hain , kyun ke Dutta ke pas ek uske umar ka dost hoga,"
Yes to her and Damoder both it is a wise decision, for Dutta is surrounded by three girls, and this boy would be good for him to bond with a male as well.. for Aye Sahib, the interest is that Dutta will stay by her, and yes never leave her side. so yes for Dutta's sake she is willing to take this childin.. one with a questionable upbringing,though.
Eventually she smiles at the dirty little boy standing before her and questions him..
"nam kya hai tumhara?
He has an amazingly, warm and friendly smile with a pair of deep dimples.. which he flashes at her,asif butter wouldn't melt in his mouth!
Baji Rao! he replies, shyly,like a good little boy.. such a churl!
" Baji rao, Dutta bahut kush hoga tumhe dekh kar , woh bhi humara pas rehe ta din mein", tells him Aye Sahib.
Baji smiles and folds his hands before the good lady.. aacha khana, aacha sona Deva shapat! apne tu nikal pare ! he muses happily..
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As anticipated Dutta's joy is unbounding. To him it is like, lost a friend but then shortly found a friend too, magical! Both, are inseparable, joined to the hip. They would eat together from each other's plates simply out of affection, bath together, run around and play in the under construction area outside. Baji is a bit more willing to include Aye Sahib's daughters in games, all sorts, even imaginative games that children, particularly girls play. Hence Baji is an immediate success with the girls! largely due to his, accommodating nature!
Dutta though, would watch from a distance, at their games and shake his head. There are times when Roops pulls Baji's hair from the back and makes two ponies on the top of his head with rubber bands.. while Leela too is busy putting lip stick on and around his mouth ! Kala from far stands , eyes the fun activity approvingly.. and then turns to Dutta.. huddled against the wall.
"come now Dutta, it's your turn now to visit the beauty salon and be a pretty model" she calls threateningly as she tip toes like a scary character.
Ayeee!, he roars and runs like the howling wind , barges into Aye's room and hides behind her back. Aye laughs at the mirth of her children.. those that belong to her and those that were others, the peals of children's laughter, somewhat takes away the demise of her beloved husband.
One thing Baji hates is going to school, his tapori accent is a dead giveaway and here and there , minor incidents do happen but before they escalate to anything serious the figure of young Dutta with a furious oyeee! would ward off any jokers! acting smart.
"Baji mera bhai hai.. ise kuch bhi bola! tu tum sab mau pe khao ge ,hum dono se! Dutta would roar
"haan phutto.. double patka pare ga!.. Baji would echo Dutta's war cry! .. but the pair are sweet not malicious..
But one thing is for sure Aye Sahib's precious girls, were well protected by two small, yet these potentially big body guards for life!
However, Dutta continues with his clay model making in school and mud modelling in the mud pit that he and Baji managed to dig up in the adjoining grounds around the under construction house.. Baji often catches Dutta staring up at the scaffolds at the painstakingly rudiments of an appearing building..
"Dutta kya dekhta hai tu is ghar ko har waqat? many a times Baji asks his little friend.. who would invariably reply..
" Baji ek din is ghar mein main bhi kuch kam kare ge, ek din.. jab main bara aadmi bun jaon ga"
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If Dutta is gifted with creative hands.. Baji is active with an entrepreneurial sense.. he comes out with tactical money making ideas!
It is the season of Ganesh chaturti.. Baji is aware of what sells.. he shares with Dutta..
"Dekh Dutta , tu Bappa ke model buna! ek din mein school se ak ke.. kitne ready hoon ge?
Dutta punches him playfully and shakes his head side to side and says slowly..
"pagal! buna ke dhoop mein rekhna hota hai , dry bhi tu kerna hota hai".. he explains..
Dutta makes many small statues of Bappa, some baby ones, some adult ones, but all with the imposing trunk and bappa in varied positions, some lying , some sitting ! all movements and representations his young imagination can relate..
Dutta arranges them on a make shift protective shelter that his father erects with who else but Baji's help.
Not before long.. Baji, while Dutta is away with his father, veers a bunch of buyers who buy majority of the statues! Dutta returns and bawls his little eyes out! seeing his craft has vanished.. but Baji before Damoder empties a bag bursting to the seams with coins and paper money.. Baji sits on the floor cross legged and counts each paisa [penny] to the last amount. Damodar chuckles as he gives both boys hair a shuffle on the top, of their heads with pride.
"aree tum dono na thu aacha khasa business shrrou kar diya hai.. he praises them. Baji's eyes and face both beam! as he comes out with another innovative idea,
"Dutta pata hai kya? is paisa ka hum ja ke paint khardte hai.. he begins and Dutta interrupts.
"haan Baji! aur main models buna ke uppar paint se sajaye ge! .. Dutta claps excited!
So the two lads share their joys and sorrows till they steadily and surely jump through the hoops of time...and..
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Years pass by, their young bodies reform as they approach adolescent age. .. the tiny bones stretch and expand , the shoulders and chest widen a bit .. their faces grows bits of fluff first! then pokey spikes...Both compete who will shave first? and whose voice cracks first?
"have to see I have a wider chest than yours Dutta! and by the sounds of it my voice sounds deeper then yours too!! sniggers Baji every so often.. inviting trouble from Dutta.. of course Baji speaks gibberish as it's obvious Dutta's extremities are longer than Baji's! and his voice more guttural.
"don't know about that, Baji but you sure have a bigger mouth then mine! ummh but don't forget, here size up ! I am taller than you my little midget!" Dutta retorts ..as he narrows his eyes.. and swings his arm with a clenched fist... but Baji ducks as always and Dutta's fist slices air like always!
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Dutta progresses well in high school. The school recognizes him as a gifted and talented pupil. Much to his families delight he wins a a scholarship at his college and goes to the specialist faculty of art forms.. at the nearest local city , flanking Patil Vadi. Both his father and Aye Sahib are relived that Dutta is not going to some greater distance from home.
Dutta over the years has grown to accept Aye Sahib's house , still in the finishing stages as his permanent adode. Damodar still works on the lands. Aye Sahib has suggested to him on several occasions that he is welcome to pack up his strenuous laborious task in the fields.. and just needs now to oversee the selling of the produce. After some convincing he does accept the offer, but Dutta in his growing up years can see that his father is not getting younger..
But Damoder, like the caring father ,keeps his son away from his ailments and lives only to see his beloved shanti's dream come true.. as in Dutta blooming in his talent..
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At the school of art form.. today is the open day for the incoming class. The campus is set up with stalls of various techniques and materials used in art forms.. groups of new pupils roam around, stopping every now and again, feeling and looking closely at the items left on exhibition. It is clear that this work is produced by the senior pupils of this institution..
Baji too knows about the open day and he races down to the campus in the red jeep that Aye Sahib has given him as head of security of her house. Baji is smart, on the ball and after spending some time living on the streets as a vagabond is a fairly good judge of people. Hence he takes good care of the under construction house , and Aye Sahib and the girls.
Once at the campus he weaves through groups of walking ,browsing students and reaches the sculpture area muttering to himself,as he parts a small crowd of new pupils all looking down..
"where else will he be except the mud pit? looks like this man is soft on soil.. true what people say , son of the soil! well I live with one! he sniggers but is dismay as he sees nothing but brown slushy mud in the pit. Baji looks around and then yells ,
Dutta! areee. Dutta !
There is slight movement in the middle of the mud pit.. and slowly one arm with a swollen bicep rises in the air.. then a solid big head with thick hair plastered with wet mud, protrudes out; slowly follows the strong bare muscular shoulders ,again fully pasted with mud.. there is movement as the other arm still underneath the mud hauls the firm torse up; and a pair of knees pop out a bit.. soon after they straighten, under the eyes of the crowd, as a pair of muddy strong muscular loins becomes visible; till gradually ,the two legs level parallel and hold the entire tall image of a man standing in the mud pit! The students cheer, the boys go wow! and the girls go pink in the face. and hide their faces behind their palms!
Baji whistles the loudest and turns to the shy receding girls,
Oyee ! don't be shy the man's got shorts on! and he doubles up and cracks up as the girls giggle..
Dutta blinks his eyes. his eye lashes covered in mud.. but his narrow eyes shift like some strange animal!. He feels on lookers eyes with aghast expression.. that which he initially seeks.. shock effect!
Finally,he folds his mud covered arms and brings his palms to his face and attempts to wipe off the mud from his eyes.. he is relaxed and gives the crowd of students a look.. and then finally speaks.. as all eyes look upon his mud covered body from head to toe..
" welcome to the faculty of sculpture ,as you can see here we study , shape ,form, movement, action .." and he raises one arm folds it half way as his fingers touch his head.. and the other arm he swings and holds it still backwards.. he carries on speaking to the pupils..
"the idea is to capture movement or image in different forms of expression.. I stand here in the mud pit giving you an example of the form we recognize and relate to the most.. our human form! study and see if you can note the movable and movable parts, how do they function? And to what purpose.. muse if you were to capture this image.. what medium would you use? Sculpture? Paint? Collage.. which medium would bring it's beauty and meaning most..."
He stops and gives these new pupils some time to mull over his words.
Baji though has another idea in mind, and he gets a hose , and on a slow jet he washes the mud of Dutta's body so all can see what this Adam, as he really looks ..
" look everybody! this is what my friend and your senior really looks like after a full body mud pack!"
Students clap and girls ogle as the man with a stubble and contracted lion like looks has rivulets of mud flow down his hairy chest and hairy torse.. muddy water runs down his V shaped torso and his waist line.. he has a perfect body, healthy , taut and in fine form. As Dutta stood before the crowd bare bodied , modestly sporting a pair of long shorts.. he looks sideways at Baji.. and raises his arm and signals him to stop.. when suddenly..
Before he knows it the girls are too close to the edge of the heaped up outer rim of the mud pit.. and one off them loses her balance as she gets jostled by the others , and is about to fall into the mud pit , when Dutta reels around sharply flexes his loins and catches her in his moist wet muscular arms.. he holds her securely as one of his arm presses midway between her lower back and the other fits underthe pair of her folded legs..
Ooohh... she goes, as automatically her inner arm twists around his sturdy moist neck and gingerly he looks down at her.. and nearly is speechless as his eyes behold her fine features , her finely formed rosebud lips and her main feature the hazel green eyes.. wide as the green orbs..he moves his head slightly from her face and mumbles.. sideways,
"Tum thek ho?
She smiles and nods, as he slowly backs her up and assists her on her feet.. he notices she has a white dress on and where ever his strong arms went around her when she lost her balance,there are muddy marks around her.. he wants to apologize but then abandons the idea .. he is a senior and she ,whoever she is? happen's to be a starter.. a junior.. scatty! should be more careful..
With that he folds his leg and leans his bare back , forward and steps out of the mud pit, and amid claps , handshakes from the males and verbal thank you's from the girls he begins to walk away gingerly.. he walks past the girl who nearly made him lose his balance , pauses , wants to say something and carries on walking..
"Suno! She calls out, nice, soft , pleasant feminine voice.. Dutta stops and she comes by him,
"woh , main,, woh , thank you.." she says meaningfully..
"koi baat nehin just be careful.. next time I may not be there to catch you" he replies with lowered eyes, and heads for the gents showers and dressing rooms on campus.
"looks like you may have annihilated the mud stud! by your beauty, Nakusha!" her friends, nudge and tease her,
"please don't talk like this" , snubs Nakusha ,as she turns all sober. It is clear, that to entertain such precocious conversation is to no avail to her person.
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Ablution dealt with, Dutta comes out of the dressing room.. Baji as usual stands in wait for him and watches his mate with profound amusement.
"wah! Kya baat hai tere! Patil Wadi ke sher! apna eshtyle.. ye Kala Kala kurta! ye gorri gorri dohti" he teases, with a twist of his arm in mid air..
Dutta , pulls his mouth to one side and spreads his legs to walk ahead.. his white muslin dhoti brushes against his lions ,and shows a glimpse of his oat meal complexioned slightly hairy legs as he by passes Baji, he turns his head, and says,
" chal let's go! and quit staring at me, it's bad enough that I get gaped at by other pupils at this place!, kya hai apni desh ke kapre phene hai ? not some fancy dress! , he flares his nostrils.
Baji feels his shoulder with an apologetic look and makes an allowance for his friends interesting dress sense, with a teeny wink,
"pata hai Dutta , you go for comfort .. pun hai tu originality".. Dutta nods , "hummmh...
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A car parks into the staff parking lot and the lecturer on sculpture arrives. The car door opens.. a sandal clad female foot step's out on the ground, and gradually a sari clad graceful young woman comes out and the car door slams. She looks across and notices Dutta with his manuscript folder held under his rolled up black sleeve muscular lower arm.
She raises her hand and her voice and calls out to him
"Dutta! can I have a quick word with you in my office", Baji turns to Dutta and leans to the side and whispers,
"le ah gaye tere,Seema ma'am.. ja ab dekh kya lotcha hai is ke saath?
Dutta nods and makes his way towards the senior teacher's office with a brief for Baji , to wait, he won't be long and he'll join him shortly and they'll head for home.
She sits at her desk flicks through a glossy magazine. She is young, attractive and ambitious. After all she is a single woman, with minus family commitments, who lives independently in a flat, comes and goes as she pleases, and doesn't give much thought to what people around her say about her bring unmarried or living alone in an apartment. Dutta knocks gently at her office door and she looks up at this pupil of her's, she is not sure of his age , but his masculine aura ,especially his firm grave expression , always makes her feel Dutta is above twenty.. may be hitting mid twenties.. even now she stares at his contoured stubble face. and of course his distinguished attire black kurta slightly open neck revealing bits of his curly black chest hairs , the white muslin dhoti.. all in all she concludes this time too, that Dutta is unique.
He stands and stares at her, his right arm folded against the frame of the door.. the eyes contracted but seething with some strange intensity.. interest's her.
"aap ne buliya Seema ma'am.. he asks firmly and she smiles as her full lips stretch across her face.
" yes Dutta, wanted to pass something by you.. I've just had a call from the patrons of this art school. They have brought to my attention, that an international art journal seeks inclusion , of some pictures of paintings based on female Indian looks.. so I thought you could shed some light on this matter".
"humm, in principle seems a good idea, but what do the models get in return, that is I assume women opting for this activity will receive some remuneration?" queried Dutta as he felt the models , most possibly come from financially needy back grounds.. and could do with payment for their contribution , clarifies Dutta.
Seema , nods and replies,
"I suppose that matter can be looked into , may be they can get a small stipend.. after all they are getting bigger exposure too, so don't see how they can't be happy"
Her flippant attitude stirs anger in him, and with a slow shake to his head , he replies,
"exposure? what manner of exposure? how is it going to benefit the women who sit as a model? I doubt ma'am if any will pursue the world of fashion.. the area around these parts are outer areas, inhabitants are not like inner city folks.. who are outgoing, enterprising and adventurous.. people here are reserved and shy and set in their simplistic ways.. so I don't think many women here will go for the world of fashion.. he rattled.
Seema although bemused, still tries to comment,
"I can see you are touchy about this area..
Dutta stares at her coldly, and tries not to react the way he does but somehow he does,
"I am touchy about this area! I was born here! this is my soil, it has composed me!put me together! I reek of this area .. Seema ma'am but how would you know? try living here for a bit and soon you too will have the fragrance of this area around you", he finishes slowly as he realizes perhaps he is over stepping the line of regard with his teacher..
Seema notices his sudden display of emotions. Bridled passion this Dutta has! a great mix to have in an artist, sculptor in the making. She brushes the topic aside and carries on with that she has summoned him for.
" look Dutta , I have briefed the students , about this art journal model requirement.. and I have also referred them to your room for potential faces perusal.. you get yourself there, and I'll follow there shortly to help you in your final choice.. I leave it up to you to make a discerning choice.. just remember an overall ethnic feel to the face, predominantly.." she finishes off and watches Dutta leave.. fairly preoccupied.
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As he nears his faculty workshop, he can see a small group of girls gather already in the area. They raise their eyes and turn their heads as they spot him walk imposingly , arms held behind his back in his black kurta and white dhoti. Dutta peers at them from a distance and is taken aback a bit to see a few new pupils too, huddled behind the senior pupils ,some of whom are familiar to him.. One girl , from his present art class, dressed in some ethnic ghagra choli glides hopefully towards him. With a smile she points to her made up face, coquettishly..
"now check this village belle Dutta, surely you can spot what you want?
He doesn't bother to answer her question, his scowl says it all as he spreads and presses his arm against his workshop door and steps inside and the girls attempt to follow suit..
They stand before him in a curve, ready to be inspected. Soon after follows in Seema ma'am too. She instructs the girls to perform certain actions like sitting and giving profile glimpses.
Dutta by the looks of it seems unimpressed as looks from afar ,and soon the number of these would be just for the heck of it painting subjects! dwindles and he cranks his head and his bored eyes scour his workshop.
" unbelievable these girls ! with visibly obvious modern cut hairstyles, and signs! they turn up here expecting to be considered" he complains to his instructor who defends the girls,
" the looks shouldn't be such an issue Dutta, looks can be custom made.. to suit our needs" before she can finish, the studio door opens and in steps in.. a figure.
Dutta with one arm crossed behind his back, while the other folded up over his chest to feel his stubble chin.. shifts his contracted eyes to the door.. dressed in a simple white churridar suit stands the girl with doe eyes, the one he saved from a fall.
Seema turns to her and calls out," helloo, and who are you? haven't seen you around before are you new?
Dutta bites his lip impatiently and is on the verge of rebuffing his teacher.. stop asking the poor girl so many questions.. he is keen to know the answers, no doubt about that.. how he fixes his stare on her says it all..
"main, Nakusha.. new student, just thought I would be of some use may be? she fumbles shyly, as Dutta hears her and watches her every move not so shyly..
Seema beckons her with her hand and stands before her looking at her chiselled fine delicate features.. with a smile she turns to Dutta and instructs him,
"come closer Dutta and prop her chin up with your artistic finger ,to check her profile!
Dutta folds both his arms across his chest and replies,
"that won't be necessary, my creative eye can see all the angles and forms I need for the defined purpose"..
to be continued Hamlet53~ 27.6. 14.
HAMMIE kya ab tum hum se pyar nahi karte kunu kar rahe ho tum ye sab
kahin ja rahe ho tum 😕
oyeee drama bazzi maat ker.. not going any where..was talking about holidays.. ek tu tum 😆 honestly this place is not less then PATIL NIVAS... EK SE BAR KER ek.. nautanki
love you ,neverrr leave you.. balli..
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