Auld Lang Syne - Part 2

 So after Munu, its either Osam or Mriga's turn. But Mriga wanted to keep her story for the last. she flaunted that she had the knack of it better than others. But here we had a new addition too Syon, he too had many to share. But the girls were too dominating. Syon hinted that it would be a nail biting one, still it was in vain. Nevertheless Osam got the chance now and she began describing her village scenario where one could clearly hear the whisper of the winds and chattering of the birds, long trails of tall trees and the dusty roads, in such a village was a huge three storeyed "Daak Bungla" or a palatial house . Osam belonged to a rich clan of the society. Her story was of more to do with glitters. She spoke about the Daak Bangla which had plenty of rooms, in the first two floors  and the third floor was more like an open terrace with a couple of rooms. One such room, beside the terrace, was used by her Grandfather. He had a huge sofa, though not very comfortable but had a strong solidified armrest. Grandfather loved that room and very few had permission to enter it. 

             

Osam began the story ," I was always fascinated about this room and as the eldest daughter of that generation, I was the favourite too. And thus, had complete access to that room apart from Granny and our servant Chotu. My Grandfather had a collection of stoneware belonging to his ancestors and many more such valuable items. Amongst all these non living valuables , one chattel or a living being was also a treasure of that room.That was Grandpa's Tikktiki, yes Tikk-tikki, no not a squirrel or any mouse. It was a house-lizard". 

All the girls together," Whatttttt?" 

Osam continued, "Yes, it would visit Grandpa daily sharp at 7 a.m, when he would have his first cup of tea in his favourite room. Tikktikki would crawl down wait near the armrest and sip tea from the saucer, which Grandpa would pour for him ... from the same cup. 

Tikktikki would not appear in front of anyone else but Grandpa. One such morning, I, in my own merrily mood, dancing and hopping around, entered in that room and was freaked out at this sight.

Mriga," What sight? What did you see ?"

Munu, "Stop talking Mriga, let us listen. You are breaking the momentum."                                              

Osam continued more confidently, "My Grandpa introduced me to its pet-lizard as if it could understand the language too. 

I too asked my part of formal question, What's his name Grandpa? Grandpa simply smiled and replied,"why tikk-tikki!"

From that day onward this tea -sipping sight was merriful for me. I would be regular and punctual to take a glance".

Then Osam paused and suddenly seemed flustered, she told her friends, "Tikktikki doesnt come now as Grandfather too has left us a few months ago. I tried to search and offer the same tea like Grandpa did every morning but Tikktikki refused to appear ever again".