The Rati brothers sat at the edge of their seats in anxiety. The water dripping in the sink, the ticking sound of the old pendulum clock, and the rustling blades of the oscillating fan were so loud in the empty room. The right feet of the three brothers tapped in a rhythmic motion. They were waiting for good news. The doorknob in front of them slightly moved with a creaking noise, and the wooden frame opened at a slow pace. A weird square head popped on the other side of the door. The brothers were busy with their own activities. The eldest was fidgeting with his phone. The second one was crackling his knuckle, and the third one was gazing through the window. Mr. Mukesh quickly opened the door and cleared his throat to get their attention. The Rati brothers immediately stood up in sync. All three had a curious look on their face.
Brother 1 – Sir, what’s inside the box?
Brother 2 – Who does it belong to?
Brother 3 – Is it valuable?
Mukesh placed an old wooden box on a table with a letter and a key. He turned back and maintained the silence to observe the brothers. All three had a constipated look on their face. Mukesh’s lips slightly flexed, letting out a smile. He quickly turned and controlled it. He turned back and said – Read the letter and open the box.
All three brothers walked together and reached the table. Everyone’s mind was filled with humongous expectations. Rajesh Rati, the eldest, thought the box was filled with gold biscuits. Ravi Rati, the second one, thought that the box was filled with crystals. Ramesh Rati, the third one, thought that the box was filled with sweets. The eldest brother opened the letter and read aloud – Colour, color, what color do you choose?
All three brother brothers looked at each other with shock. The eldest one’s eyes turned red, and the middle one scratched his head. The youngest one laughed. Mukesh laughed along with Ramesh. What started as small laughter turned into a funny scene. Rajesh and Ravi maintained their stale face. After a few seconds, their laughter subsided. Mukesh and Ramesh stepped back with embarrassment.
Rajesh, being the eldest, took the liberty to open pick the key and open the chest. The curiosity came back, running to everyone’s face. As soon as he opened the box, everyone had a shocking expression on their face.
There was a pink cloth.
Rajesh picked up the cloth and opened it. It was a pink shirt.
Another wave of silence passed through the room. Both Rajesh and Ravi ran their fingers through the shirt to find some hidden pocket. There was nothing. They threw the shirt on the table and stormed out of the room.
Mukesh and the youngest of the Rati brothers saw them getting out of the room. As soon as they went out, both sat down and started laughing loudly.
Mukesh – Ramesh, did you know why your grandfather died young and rich?
Ramesh – I don’t know?
Mukesh – And why are you not angry?
Ramesh stopped laughing and said – I thought there would be chocolates in the box?
The vibrant smile diminished, and subtle happiness appeared on Mukesh’s face.
Mukesh – Don’t you want to be rich?
Ramesh – I want to eat and be happy.
Mukesh’s face went flat. He picked out the shirt and handed it over to Ramesh. Ramesh stood up with a confused look on his face. Mukesh slid his hand inside his picket and picked another letter, and handed it over to Ramesh. Ramesh casually opened the letter and saw a weird thing writing he had never expected.
The letter said – Are you ready to be a hero?
Ramesh’s eyes widened with glee. He placed the letter on the table and picked the pink shirt. As soon as he wore the shirt, Mukesh smiled and said – A new story begins.
Ramesh disappeared. Mukesh was alone in the room. From a distance, he observed the comb flying into the air by itself and moving in front and back motion. After 10 seconds, the door opened and slapped itself.
Mukesh opened a drawer beneath the table and picked a huge book which had the title – A pink Legacy. Mukesh sniffed the old fragrance of nostalgia on the book and opened a new page. He picked a pen from his pocket and wrote the name – Ramesh Rati on it.
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