**Note - This is a pure work of fiction, any resemblance to real life characters is a co incidence**
Maaa mein nikalrahahoon, screamed an angry Music.
Where are you going beta? Its only 6am and you don’t get up this early, shouted back his mother.
Music had a penchant to dream, day dream, and always dream.
This was different.
His thoughts were vivid and wild.
A cyclist himself, he held out against all odds and cycled and ran hard.
He fell, helped those who were responsible for his fall, exchanged numbers with them and moved on with a smile.
A persevering soul in his early 20's, he was enroute to being an Entrepreneur in Chikpete.
A bevy of young girls would turn their necks while he passed them with such speed that it snapped and caused an injury.
The local orthopaedic, Doctor Basavaraju, benefitted quite well by his charm.
He was helpful to the needy, honked so hard and rode so fast, no cops could catch.
Guyssssssss was his cat call and he screamed his lungs out to get attention.
Each girl worth her marwari charm and whose name ended with a Jain, was aged 19 and above and less than 22 but in many cases also in their 30's, 40’s had a penchant for Music.
He was their Adonis.
It was also the reason...why he spent that 10001 in Palika Bazaar….
Having woken up and woken everyone in the house and almost being slapped hard for disturbing their sleep, music got dressed and left.
He ran to majestic and with all his might got his tickets.
He was off to Nizamuddin station in Delhi.
LEL it was....and Payal Jain was riding.
A fine young woman in her 20's payal rode a 50 kms almost every day in the by lanes of Udaipur.
Sporting spandex in the city of princesses, she turned many human and animal heads at 5am.
Cows paused midway being milked, the hen stopped cooing, the zamindars tilted up during their ablutions in the fields.
Payal zoomed in her roadie and left a trail of fine Rajasthani Dust.
He had found her in his youth wing, charitable causes unit.
She cooked brilliant and fed the needy kids.
She sat them on her lap and fed them each mouth and by her pretty hands.
Upon seeing this , he teleported to being Ronaldo and for a moment dreamt of kicking those kids out afar and being fed himself.
He was smitten.
She had eyes that vibes an energy only he could understand.
It was her, her lap and a ladle of daal kichdi to be fed.
This was to be his aim.
A Life with Payal and no more he decided that AM.
They exchanged messages, they smiled, laughed and were silly.
Over a video call, they smiled.
Eyes met each other and they decided to be each other's BAE.
A message at 2am woke him up.
I'm attending LEL BAE, she said.
Will you pray for me? Would you do me a sacrifice a deed?
I need to finish the 1600 km,
Snap came his response.
I will clothe 16 impoverished kids he said , he left to Delhi and to Palika bazaaar.
The rest is history as they say.
He haggled with his voice so loud, they gave him 16 pairs at the cost of 30.
He now wakes up each morning and dreams of being seated on her lap, being fed by her hands. Being silly, though he already is.
He feeds kids on his lap, clothes the needy, stands in ration lines for the elderly.
Will Payal finish 1600 kms?
Will Music's prayers help her in the endeavour...?
Let’s stay tuned to find out in the sequel...
A Short Story by
Arvind Dwarak
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