SUNDAY 11 A.M…
“Tyagiji…flat to pasand aya mujhe par rent bahut zyada hai. Aap dekho
kutch gunjaish ho.”
Anirudh told the broker after taking a good long look at the one BHK society
flat in Greater Noida West.
He was desperately seeking a
rental apartment because his existing flat owner in Noida had served him
two-months notice, as he intended to renovate it before moving in with his
family. This was the third flat, Anirudh was visiting this week.
“Anirudhji aisi posh society mai isse kam mai apko flat pure Noida Extension
mai nahi milega. Jo bhi best ho sakta tha maine kar diya hai.” Broker said as he lit a cigarette after offering one
to Anirudh, who declined.
“To thik hai fir…hum chalte hain…Chalo Kabir!” Anirudh declared as he called up his eleven-years-old
son who came running from the balcony. Together, they turned to exit the flat.
“Are rukiye to sahi Anirudhji…aap to ekdum se chal diye.” Broker called from behind.
“To aur kya karun Tyagiji…aap flat dilwane ke mood mai lag nahi rahe. Dedh
mahina hone ko aya but aap mere budget mai ek property nahi dikha paye.” Anirudh turned to face the flat’s entrance and
complained. He felt more anxious than annoyed but chose to act otherwise.
“Dekhiye Anirudhji ek to aapka budget kam hai us par aap thehre ek
single parent. RWA wale aitraaz karte hain. Ab unko samjhana bhi to mera
headache hai.” The broker tried to justify.
“Kya bachkani baat kar rahe hain Tyagiji…bachelors ko flat lene mai
dikkat hoti hai suna tha par ye single parent ko bhi flat rent par lene mai
problem hoti hai pehli baar sun raha hun.”
“Aap samajh nahi rahe Anirudhji…unke liye bachelors aur single parent ek
jaise hain.”
“To iska matlab hai jo families yahan reh rahi hain unmai se kal ko kisi
ka divorce ho jaye ya unmai se ek partner ki death ho jaye to RWA unko society
se nikaal dega?” Anirudh was infuriated.
He could never accept nonsensical argument.
The broker was now at a loss
of words and was looking here and there.
“Chalo Kabir!”
Anirudh took a deep breath, grabbed his son’s hand, walked towards the lift and
pressed the down button. Worry lines were making inroads on his face.
“Mai batata hun Anirudhji aapko sham tak…” The broker’s voice trailed as the lift door closed on
the 18th floor.
“Papa wo uncle hame flat kuo nahi
de rahe. Mujhe to bahut pasand aya ye wala flat…kitna mast view tha balcony se!
Aisa lag raha tha mano aasmaan mai udd raha hun mai bilkul birds ki tarah.” Kabir asked with all naivety. He had never visited a
high rise before.
“Dekhte hain beta…uncle sham tak batayenge.” Anirudh spoke, combing Kabir’s unruly hair with his
fingers.
As the lift door opened at the
ground floor lobby, Kabir dashed out of the tower, his arms spread like a bird.
Before Anirudh could warn him to be careful,
the earth shook violently below them, causing Kabir to lose his balance. In his
rush to save him, Anirudh collided with a woman who had also lost her balance because
of the tremor.
Khoobsurat ๐ป
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