Godavari stood on the balcony and looked in awe at the scooter as it reminded her of her golden days. And, today, the same scooter stood as a piece of rust causing problems with the other resident's parking. "Don't worry Mr. Sathe. I will get it scrapped by this weekend" she overheard Prakash, her son, talking to the secretary of the society. "What on earth is problematic about my Sunil's scooter, I fail to understand", she uttered to herself.
"Aae, wait. Where are you going? Let us talk and sort it out", Prakash tried to stop her from avoiding the conversation about scrapping the scooter.
"For you, sorting out means discarding it. I cannot see that happening. And I am not being an emotional fool here. This scooter, your Baba had bought after so many hardships. We spent 39 years of our married life on it. From taking me to the hospital for check-ups when I was carrying you to reaching the venue of your wedding - we did it all on that one scooter. After that also, a few primary hospital visits before cancer knocked him down, we made it on this scooter only. My last ride with him was also on this scooter. Every morning I wake up, I see this scooter from my window, I feel his presence. I can't let it go. Please scrap it after I am gone, it's a request" Godavari joins her hands and bursts into tears. Prakash hugs her and closes the topic.
Aditya, Godavari's 18-year-old grandson witnesses this conversation. He immediately starts to think of a solution.
The next morning, Godavari wakes up and the parking space is empty. She cannot see the scooter from the window. Restless, she misses the Surya namaskar she does first thing from her east-facing window and rushes to Prakash's room to inform him of the missing scooter. Prakash, who is half asleep is shaken up and shocked to hear about the missing scooter. "I told you not to scrap it. Did you let me sleep last night and do all this? Why and how could you do this Prakash?", Godavari was furious and started screaming at the top of her voice with her eyes filled with tears and cheeks wet with the ones that rolled down.
"Aae, I have not done this. I am not lying. Please calm down. Let us together search for it." Prakash tries to pacify Godavari. She is listening to the words being uttered but she lost the senses to perceive them, as if she lost her husband, again.
Prakash finds it hard to calm Godavari down and calls out Aditya's name. In all the commotion, Aditya walked towards his baba's room to see what on earth had happened. After a minute of careful listening to the conversation, he understands it is about the MISSING SCOOTER! He then calms down both of them and reveals, "I took it to my studio where I up-cycle old stuff."
"You took it away? Why? And without informing us?" Both Godavari and Prakash bombard him with questions. Like a punching bag, he takes all of it and asks for a time of 2 days to bring it back. Godavari is impatient, she insists on bringing the scooter to the parking, at the same place, right then. Aditya who had already started working on it managed to convince them to wait for two days. Angry Godavari announces, "I will talk to you only after you get my scooter back." Aditya is sure of getting it back after two days however not sure if she will like the makeover or not. With all the ambiguity and dilemma Aditya continues to work on the makeover of the scooter.
After two days, Aditya brings the beauty home. He up-cycles it in a way that it could be used as a practically functioning piece in their living room. While the seat of the scooter served seating purposes, adjacent to the window was the right place to peep out through it. Aditya had retained its original Tiffany Blue colour with striking Parijaat sticker detailing. The front deeky could be used to store newspapers and other periodicals. The scooter had not only become useful but also the centre of attraction.
Godavari and Prakash were speechless to see the incredible makeover. The only thing Godavari could ask was, "You remember he loved Paarijaat?" Aditya did not need any other validation, her tears said it all.