1. Melodies of Past
One fall from the stairs in the last trimester cost his wife, her and their child's life and Krist was left without his loving, doting mother . Jake doesn't want to cry again, he is glad atleast Prachaya's are nice people. They allocated them a servant quarter so that Krist can stay after school without any child care, at their mansion under supervision of so many adult servants serving the master , his wife and their three children,.
Krist gets up promptly, he has become more obedient in this past month, comprehending slowly in this last one week, that their routine here in the house is different than their home before with mom.
All are then called for evening milk and snacks in the small dining hall in the servants wing . He does his homework afterwards and goes back to room alone until called for dinner . After dinner he dozes off waiting for his father to come back.
When his father leaves for the day, kissing his forehead he runs outside to the garden expecting any of the three children. But no one is there except a much older boy on the garden swing .. enjoying the winter morning lazy sun.
" Here master"
" thank you , who are you, what's your name baby boy."
" I am krist..I am big,no baby master. I am six years old"
Krist puffs up his little chest and try to increase his height on toes. Singto watches curiously his antics.
"Hmm, I didn't really ask your age , just your name . What are you doing here alone."
"I am Planning to play."
" Alone ? You are a queer big boy alright, then do one thing, since there are no friends to play with you, run around three times this garden, you will loose all those extra buns ."
" Yes master"
" no no, no stopping, one more round, complete, then I will tell you a story."
Krist is surprised did this big bully promised to tell a story! What a strange boy but he is sucker for stories . His mom used to tell him a story every night before sleep. Krist runs faster but by the time he finishes Singto is busy writing something on those paper stack.
He approaches him all sweaty but quietly sits down beside the swing, waiting patiently for the older boy to finish whatever he is doing. He waits and waits but the older boy keeps on writing. Krist tired after the almost endless run, doesn't even know when he sleeps on the grass beside the swing. He doesn't even come to know when the afternoon call for lunch comes, he naps on and on,as Singto writes without even looking at his surroundings, immersed in his writing world.
After sometime, when satisfied with what he has written for today, Singto gets up from the swing, stretches his arms and legs and plans to go for lunch, but to his surprise he discovers the plump child sleeping on the grass , now more pink due to sun rays falling directly on his face.
" hey whats your name , yea Kit right; hey get up?" He nudges the soundly sleeping boy's chubby cheeks.
" Now will you tell me a story?" Krist promptly gets up and asks..
" Huh!! Oh .. were you waiting for the story?"
" aren't you hungry little one, the bell of lunch for servants rang a long time ago. Why didn't your parents call you?"
" My dad is with your dad. He guards his body.. and mom is a star now . So I am alone and nobody here to call me . Master will you not tell me a story?."
Singto stares at those innocent eyes, something unknown tugs at his heartstring..
" Ok, come to my wing, your lunch time is long over . Have lunch with me and I will tell you a story . Promise?"
" Pinky promise master" he happily tags along.
That was the first time , they will have lunch together , Singto telling his latest story which the six year old gets bored off soon. But never complains. The deep melancholic story will go, all over his head , the plot the characters everything too much for him, but he will listen on fascinated with the older boy's deep baritone voice, and his passion during the story telling .
Next weekend again a pink plump huffing puffing krist will be found while Singto will be seen on the big swing writing.
But in this one week things have changed a little , Singto now calls the boy whenever he feels like to have little fun, especially after school in the evening.
The first incidence to change, a small little thing between them will happen at this age , minute changes which will lead to the bigger changes years later ..
What do you think of the first chapter ?