The case of the missing basket ball

The case of the missing basket ball..
Where is the ball?
The only work I turn to ask Sabika, when I misplace something, key, bag, wallet, etc.(the only other work she does is to place a cup of coffee, besides my bed, though I refuse her favour). Her usual response would be to point the very wrong place, where I wouldn't find anything I am looking for. Probably, she buys time, she would eventually find it.. But she did not this time.
I turned to the boss, the Dad. Aththa (dad), a man who forces and works his vision of order in any corners of a home or a person!( Somewhere I read that external order is required to balance an internal cahos) His famous animations when something gets out of his pre ordered reach, would always be a collateral damage, when you ask him anything that is misplaced. He would turn the house upside down, shake, search the every minute detail.. And give it us.. But this time he failed, the boss and his novice apprentice failed. Fear creeped in..( Fear a submission or preparation for an unwanted outcome).. With its deadly claws, each time plunging its sharpness little deeper.. Added to this was the SMS,( a mode, which makes us into multitaskers.) Niju: grnd polama( shall we go to the ground)
Me: hmm. Yes... Do you know who is having the ball?
Niju: therla( dont know) bal( ball) shivata( with shiva) nu nenikren (i hope) aventa kelunga( ask him)
Called up Shiva, and he guessed it might be with Gokul
Meanwhile another SMS
TV Dinesh: wru?
Me: in home.. Ball enganu therla..(i dont know where is the ball) TV: its with shiva, u come sir.
Me: he said he doesn't have.
TV: yesterday u gave to him only. Me: but, mrnin we played. Meanwhile TV has called up shiva ..then comes the msg TV: oh. Shiva told ask shagul. I came out of my home, yelled, " shagul bhai, where is the ball ". He seemed to recall that it was Niju who picked up but somebody got it from him..Enough. I ventured to say, " I ll go to the ground, and check. Shagul ridiculed," it has been more than 8 hrs. Small cricket ball costing just eight rs would not be found there. It is impossible for a basketball to be found.. The predicted truth stung me deep .
Out of desperation, out of no choice.. I drove, to ground, so did alll the others.. To our surprise, the ball existed there doing its job.
The ball was doing its job, like a celestial body on earth.. Controlling , driving the human energy.. It made us emote laughter, anger , tears,.. It bound us to one another.. Made us comrades..in court and friends off court. Taught us relationships that lasted even after crossing the lines of the court. It spoke to us about goals that required effort but once missed then to rebound. It made us realise win was just an episode.. And even repeated actions can have a newer perspective.. As someone.. Gave the ball and said, yes its yours.. It seemed as if it was proclaiming its supernatural magic.. And as if it was saying I come back to those adhereing me and my teachings in their hearts.. Thanks friends..