The Game of Three

That was the day,
When I noticed it, filled with dust at one corner of my room....
Resting for days…. and yrs....
Without any care taken

I moved my hands on it,
With g8 passion and
My mind started traveling back to the days,
When it was one among the heavy baggage that I carried to school...
The one that kept me brisk and
Filled my dress with sweat and tiredness....Every evening – my shuttle bat

It has been days and yrs…………
Since I landed my hands on it...
Feel its glory and shine....

It was on the fourth Monday of the winter that passed...
I touched it,
Cleared the signs of untouched days,
Smelt it and mounted it on my bike to take it on a new journey......
To celebrate a special occasion.....
To celebrate yet another day,
To be kept in memory throughout my life,
To treasure a new event in my books,
A game played by the three

It was the day when we three joined together to play a game of shuttle....

All set....
2 bats and a cock...
We all marched,
As though marching to battle with each other,
On the stairs leading to terrace

It was bliss to smell the fresh air away from city automobiles –
In the evening

We started shaking our hands to greet each other...
We agreed to take turns and play.

Here we took the ground...
Me and bhyravi (bhy)
The game of serious play with 10 points....

Here came the natures play...
Moving the cock here, there and everywhere,
Where we dint expect...
We crossed the boundaries drawn,
To hit the cock
We neglected the net...
The whole game played on a stage of comedy,
Where bhavatharini (bhava) landed up on the over head tank –As a cork girl
But bhava was given only two chances to prove her duty...
And all came to an end when we two hit the ground.

Still not an end....
bhava got down with her monkey crawling technique from the tank
[Seemed to be a really monkey show...sorry bhava]
Took the bat and cock.....
Running and pulling us from the floor....to play with her
She played all tantrums to make us get back to the court,
But in vain

She at last hit the cock hard in the air with the bat,
That flew away to the next compound,
We two denied to get the cock…so did bhava
The game came to an end......but not our friendship

May wonder not, y I am writing this after 3 months since the event happened.....
It’s this day I took a ride back to day we three played.