Waiting for an invitation

I drove a short distance away from home to meet a friend, i had not met the last 8 years.
This grilled window belonged to his home.
And the muskteers are reported to have been coming there regularly and sit by that window. Luckily, it was not any military operation nor were the muskets put to use. An intriguing television programme was binding them to the grills.
Pavan, the foregrounder, spoke Telugu, one of the southern Indian languages and could very well understand Tamil.
All this time one could here the rumbling noise of concrete and construction work nearby.The kids belonged there and were found always chalking out a new game plan on the streets that was interrupted by a high volume on the television.
I don't remember if they walked to school, but were practically bright.
The evening that came to pass was the time for me and my friend to invite them inside, for a brief game that we had chalked out.