THE FATHER AND THE SON
Caedar Church, Maharashtra
Sharun was sitting inside the confessional box with Father Stanil George Kurushingal, a seventy two year old man with white long beard and shaved head.
'Njan paapi aanu father. Ennikhu, palareyum drohikendi vannitundu. Pakshe onnum, njan ennikhu veedi ella chaithathu. Njan, paapthanti adimayannu, ' said Sharun in a low voice.
'Paapavum punyavum oru manushyan swayam theerumanikendathannu. Ninte aatmavine aarano paapathilekhu nayikhunathu avan ninnekaal veliya paapi aanu. Ne ninne avannil ninnum mojhiphikhunna divasam, ne punarjanikhum. Oru puthiya manushyanaakhum, ' said Father Stalin before he stood up.
Father Stalin and Sharun out of that Confessional box. They walked out of the church, to a long wodden bench kept near the church doors. They both sat on the bench, looking at the orphan children playing in the church's ground.
'So, are you ready for this?' asked Father Stalin in a low voice, which was barely audible.
'Yes. I have to do this. Sataan ne kollaan Sataan aayelle pattu, ' replied Sharun, holding Father Stalin's hand.
'I can see the darkness around you. I also see a man, riding a white horse carrying the sword you were looking for.' murmured Father Stalin.
Sharun was confused. He didn't understand what the Father said but, he pretended like he did.
THE IRISHMAN' S CLUB
The Irishman's club is an old bar with worli paintings on the wall. The club had table's and chairs made of aok, painted black.
When Victor entered the club, they were playing the song 'Rocky Road in Dublin'. Victor got caught up in the beats and did shake his body before he went to the bar, to meet Arthur.
Victor went to the bar and sat on the island stool, near Arthur.
'One Irish piss with chocolate topings, ' said Victor to the bartender.
Victor looked at Arthur.
'You have the names?' asked Victor.
Arthur took a piece of paper out from his jacket. He kept that paper on the table and pushed it towards Victor.
'Aditya Patel is that officer's name. He won't take cash so, we need to do this the otherway.' said Arthur, by pointing at a man sitting on the end of the table .
The bartender gave a green colored drink with chochips on top of it, to Victor. Victor stared at the bartender.
' So that's why you gave me his address? ' Victor asked Arthur, after the bartender went away.
'Yes. He got a family, a wife and two children, a boy and a girl .' said Arthur, by taking a sip of chilled water.
'It's the season of harvesting, isn't it? '
asked Victor.
Arthur looked around, trying to avoid eye contact.
'What are you going to do?' asked Arthur, whipping his face with his handkerchief.
'Isn't it?' asked Victor.
Victor stood up and poured his drink on the Dustbin and walked out of the bar. Arthur smiled looking at the bartender and followed Victor.
Next day, 7:06 am
A dead body of a ten year old boy was found in the sewer. Later, it was found that the name of the boy was Yogesh, son of C. I. Aditya Patel.
Sharun was sitting inside the confessional box with Father Stanil George Kurushingal, a seventy two year old man with white long beard and shaved head.
'Njan paapi aanu father. Ennikhu, palareyum drohikendi vannitundu. Pakshe onnum, njan ennikhu veedi ella chaithathu. Njan, paapthanti adimayannu, ' said Sharun in a low voice.
'Paapavum punyavum oru manushyan swayam theerumanikendathannu. Ninte aatmavine aarano paapathilekhu nayikhunathu avan ninnekaal veliya paapi aanu. Ne ninne avannil ninnum mojhiphikhunna divasam, ne punarjanikhum. Oru puthiya manushyanaakhum, ' said Father Stalin before he stood up.
Father Stalin and Sharun out of that Confessional box. They walked out of the church, to a long wodden bench kept near the church doors. They both sat on the bench, looking at the orphan children playing in the church's ground.
'So, are you ready for this?' asked Father Stalin in a low voice, which was barely audible.
'Yes. I have to do this. Sataan ne kollaan Sataan aayelle pattu, ' replied Sharun, holding Father Stalin's hand.
'I can see the darkness around you. I also see a man, riding a white horse carrying the sword you were looking for.' murmured Father Stalin.
Sharun was confused. He didn't understand what the Father said but, he pretended like he did.
THE IRISHMAN' S CLUB
The Irishman's club is an old bar with worli paintings on the wall. The club had table's and chairs made of aok, painted black.
When Victor entered the club, they were playing the song 'Rocky Road in Dublin'. Victor got caught up in the beats and did shake his body before he went to the bar, to meet Arthur.
Victor went to the bar and sat on the island stool, near Arthur.
'One Irish piss with chocolate topings, ' said Victor to the bartender.
Victor looked at Arthur.
'You have the names?' asked Victor.
Arthur took a piece of paper out from his jacket. He kept that paper on the table and pushed it towards Victor.
'Aditya Patel is that officer's name. He won't take cash so, we need to do this the otherway.' said Arthur, by pointing at a man sitting on the end of the table .
The bartender gave a green colored drink with chochips on top of it, to Victor. Victor stared at the bartender.
' So that's why you gave me his address? ' Victor asked Arthur, after the bartender went away.
'Yes. He got a family, a wife and two children, a boy and a girl .' said Arthur, by taking a sip of chilled water.
'It's the season of harvesting, isn't it? '
asked Victor.
Arthur looked around, trying to avoid eye contact.
'What are you going to do?' asked Arthur, whipping his face with his handkerchief.
'Isn't it?' asked Victor.
Victor stood up and poured his drink on the Dustbin and walked out of the bar. Arthur smiled looking at the bartender and followed Victor.
Next day, 7:06 am
A dead body of a ten year old boy was found in the sewer. Later, it was found that the name of the boy was Yogesh, son of C. I. Aditya Patel.
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