Setu: 'Hey where did he get lost?'

Lata Hirani Udas rahta hai bachcha ajkal haat chaut gaya pyar ka jab se ravivar was. Harit and Riti were sitting on the riverfront bench. It was the first time that he got such peace and solitude. It was still early morning so there was not much movement. He was lying with his head in Riti's lap with his eyes closed and Riti was gently running her fingers through his hair. 'Hey, talk and something.' 'It's all day. We will talk later. Now let me lie thus in peace.' Yesterday Dad told Harit that one of his cousins ​​passed away and he has to leave on Sunday morning. Will come on Monday morning. Ever since he heard this he was jumping. Aha, Dad out, Reeti in! However, in the second second, it was also true! At home, father's system was so strict that a sparrow could not fly without his permission. Whatever happens in the air of the house, the father knows! No problem. Dad's rule is at home! Where they walk outside! He immediately sent a message saying 'I am calling late at night. The jailer is out, we're in!' Then the whole day's plan was arranged with Riti till late night. Harit's eyes opened early in the morning. His heart was overflowing. The first thought came, Harit and Riti, Bey's names also sound in what rhythm. How about a card! However, there was something present in the thoughts and it got stuck. 'O God, this creature named Dad…but will be seen…' He looked around. How many useless things were scattered around. It happened, there is only one way, it happened. What is the need for all this? Dad also appeared. He closed and opened his eyes in irritation. Hadivar was able to push it away. He needed someone to be his own. Someone's morning. He was thirsty for this after mommy left. He quickly went to the bathroom. While still picking up the brush, Dad's voice said, 'Harit, how many times?' The brush escaped from his hand. Bending over and picking it up. 'I'm coming here, dad.' Instead of brushing, his thoughts were filled with bosses instead of manners. Sometimes words like boss, sometimes jailer come to mind for dad. If Riti refused, he would say that it is not yet understood by you! It occurred to him, when will he get rid of the element called Dad? He did not see anything but authority and order in his voice. Of course he fulfilled all his needs. Even though he helps her, she never finds warmth in his way of speaking. Without mom's part, it would have remained a dream. Dad never knew how to express love. His childhood days started to float in his mind. He used to pamper me when he had to go to school and mom was getting up. As soon as the father's shout came, he would sit up in a rage. Mom tried to explain to dad, but dad only said, 'Now is the time to teach discipline. If left loose like that, the boy will be spoiled!' And mom would be silenced by the sternness in her voice. 'Harit, the tea gets cold and I'm late.' A voice was heard from outside. 'Come on dad.' Saying that, he turned the comb through his hair. A bit of tangled hair was pulled and it let out a squeal. Dad came in, 'What happened?' Harit's face paled. voice panicked. 'It's okay dad, it's because the hair is pulled.' 'I don't understand when will you grow up? Eighteen completed. Still shouts at such a common thing! What will I do when I go out?' And Harit remembered, the first time he had to go to the principal's cabin. Another officer was sitting with him. Like a real dad. He was excited to meet the principal for the first time, but he got nervous seeing a brother like a father next to him. He does not remember what he asked and what he answered. I remember the bored voice of the sir, 'Go outside' and he went out trembling. He quietly settled on the dining table. 'Jo, today Shantamasi will stay here all day and protect you. I will come by tomorrow afternoon. Study at home. Not going to crawl.' 'But dad is our extra class today. Exams are coming. I have to go now.' 'So why didn't you talk tomorrow? I told you to tell me your timetable in advance. I don't like that at all. I know!' 'Dad, the message came early in the morning. are suddenly arranged.' 'He says at the last minute, I have time for the train. Well, come back soon.' Harit breathed a sigh of relief. 'Hello hello, where are you?' Riti patted her and pulled her hair while doing so. He sat screaming. 'No no no…' came out of his throat. Riti was scared. 'What happened Harit?' 'Why are you pulling my hair?' Harit's voice rose. Riti got more scared. 'Hey, why should I pull your hair? My fingers were running through your hair and I thought you were lost somewhere to call you…' 'But why did you pull my hair? Say, why did you pull my hair?' Riti cried. He had never seen such green. She knew only Harit who was very calm and quiet. Maybe that's why he liked it so much. Totally different from others. Today the green next to it is different. Why did it happen suddenly? He tried to speak again but Harit's voice kept repeating the same thing. 'No, but why did you pull my hair!' Riti got up crying and started walking. Tears and anger. He did not look back. If he had seen Harit's condition, he could have forgiven all his crimes. Harit almost collapsed on the bench. Tears were flowing from his eyes. A childhood scene was replayed before his eyes. An angry dad who broke the toy himself; A string in his hand, a robot hanging by its hair and red-eyed words, 'Jo, this is your broken toy. I hang it high. And if you misbehave from now on, so will you…'

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