“Punit!! What are you doing here? You should be home by this time,” said Coach Sharma surprised.
“Just came here for some clear thinking . . . didn’t expect to find you still here. But when I saw you, just thought to get some things straight,” said Punit.
“What things?,” said Mr. Sharma with a low tone of suspicion.
Punit started with a lower that usual voice, “It was my father, right, who influenced the Board in my favour when you had already made up your mind about making Aman the captain?”
“Look, let matters of the Boardroom remain within the walls of the Boardroom. I choose not to discuss anything regarding it with you. But son look, you are in the blooming youth of your life. The way you look at things now, the way you behave now will continue to impact your future. If you will have cemented good relationships now, they’ll always stand by you. However, if you continue to nurture your arrogance you will find yourself all alone one day,” said the coach wrapping his arm around Punit.
Tears streamed down Punit’s cheeks. He stared blankly at the ground with not a word.
Then suddenly, he got up to leave.
“Punit . . . listen . . . Punit,” ran the coach behind him. But, Punit jogged himself quickly out of the arena.
He was unusually calm in the car as the driver drove him home.
For a change, his parents were at home that evening as he reached home. As the maid opened the door, he handed her the cricket kit and quietly went up the stairs. The driver and the maid exchanged quiet questioning looks.
Punit bolted the door to his room and flopped himself on the bed and wept inconsolably. The happy scenes from Aman’s house flashed before his eyes. The singing and merriment – it was such a different picture than what he had thought.
How wrong I was! I always thought that money gives happiness because you have all that you want. I thought that poor people are unhappy and miserable creatures. But, here, my family has everything – yet there is no peace, no joy, no love, no understanding, no one has much time for each other. And, Aman’s family literally has nothing compared to what I have. Yet, the peace I felt as I stepped into their house is unexplainable. Why is that missing in my house? I have hardened behind these hard polished walls. Punit went on tugging his pillow as thoughts flooded his mind.
Just then, there was a knock at the door. Punit continued to lie on the bed, ignoring the knock. The knocking grew persistent and louder. He got up from his bed and went to the washroom. He saw his teary face in the mirror and could not believe that it was Punit Shah – the one who boasted with his collar up day in and day out. What had become of him today? Why was he crying after all!
The knocking turned into banging. He quickly washed his face and rushed to open the door with a wet face.
“What happened Punit? Its not that you slept off . . . you came in just now. What took you so long to open the door,” demanded his angry father.
“Er . . . I was in the washroom,” mumbled Punit. It was unusual for his father to come up to his room and knock the door.
Mr. Vikram Shah observed Punit’s swollen eyes and understood that he had been crying for some reason. However, he chose not to raise it up and just turned and descended the stairs.
Punit left the door open and strolled back into his room.
The maid walked in with a tray of snacks and steaming hot coffee. The mixed aroma of deep fried vadas (Indian snack) and the coffee filled the room. As he walked upto the tea table in his room, the image of the hot samosas and merriment in Aman’s house danced before his eyes. Tears started welling up once again.
“Hey, hero what’s up?” It was his sister who had entered the room.
Punit could not control himself any longer. With the half-bitten vada still in his mouth, he held on to Trisha and started weeping.
Trisha was taken aback. “Hey, what happened? Come on tell me, did someone tell you something.”
Trisha did not know how to react. She had never seen Punit this way – at least not since his childhood days.
“Why can’t our family be happy? Why can’t we all be together?” muttered Punit tightening his arm around Trisha amidst sobs.