Flying like a bird

From my childhood to the end of college ,very few paths look smooth.Probably because I demand too much to the situation. The first day in my school, my parent gave me 1/2 rupee to have some food at break time and warned me 5 times not to lose the penny. I had no idea how much I could buy with that single penny. So I was also a bit nervous and gave a bit more care on this. The bell rang,everybody was busy to have something from the road side shop. I was roaming around the shop and trying to figure out the tasty but affordable foods. If anything goes wrong, Boys might laugh at me so I was scaring to ask the price to them. Instead I stood on a line and listening the conversation between the vendor and boys carefully. But nobody was asking about the price.They were just paying off, taking the food and disappearing like never existed. Shop man also not complaining. How can they remember the price of all foods? I couldn't even remember whether the word 'sentence' ends with ‘ce’ or ‘se’. What would you like to buy? The shop man screamed.I started asking prices to him. After asking two or three. Again the sound. How much do you have in your pocket? He said through his red  dirty gritted teeth. Nothing in my pocket, I have 1/2 rupee in my hand, I said.He snatched it and gave me something wrapped in a paper. I felt nervous because by then everybody behind me started murmuring. I took the paper cartoon promptly and asked the shop man,how much is left?? Nothing, he said. I was not very happy with a paper carton. So standing over there and asking for an alternative without knowing anything about it. Then the time came. He again snatched the packet and gave me a penny. I was happy but suddenly thought this penny was not mine. It was a dirty one. So I asked for mine. Then he came beside me and asked me. Do you know where I work? I said no. He said I work in PWD and I bury boys like you under the streets. My legs were slipping, thinking that a dead child is there down the road. I just ran form him and never visited the shop again in my childhood.When I reached in the class, I noticed that I had lost the penny. School life’s over, College life begins but still I can't help myself from demanding much in every moment of my life. In a silent exam hall when everybody gets opportunity to whisper for 1 minute, I dream of opening a book.

In a college day it was raining heavily at the lunch break. I was standing there beside my class room.In a second I turned around hearing a sweet voice. Can you tell me the way of a canteen? The lady with yellow salower and light blue stole is still flying in my eyes like a bird. You are looking for a canteen? Come with me. She was scared and told me to just tell her the way, she will manage it. Later I realized that she was not a student, she came for collecting a form. Whatever she was, I wanted to go with her. I ordered two puff. One is chicken and one is veg for the lady. She didn't slip a single word from herself. I am always bad in continuing conversation if opposite one stays silent. So, I started telling about the canteen. It's a good canteen in our college. You will get everything what you want at this canteen. I said in a low voice, because what all I knew about the canteen is, it exists on the top floor of our College. She said nothing in response. I thought she is not felling comfortable in the canteen or may be with me. Why I am not a handsome guy? Why I can’t be like Leonardo dicaprio or like a hero who has at least one heroin always with him in the whole movie? I couldn't figure out what should I say. Should I propose her for a walk or should I ask for more details about her, the most beautiful lady I had ever seen. I just kept myself on silent and watching her how carefully she is giving bites in the puff. If we were boyfriend,girl friend, I could have bought her some more puffs and enjoy the way she is finishing it. She stood up and said something I could not hear. I asked to repeat and she said she will leave. My heart broke into thousand pieces. Oh! God Why I said her to repeat. Why? Why? Why don’t you take one more puff if you are hungry? The lady said, No, Thanks.I said, ok. I will pay for yours puff though later I found,I forgot my wallet in the hostel. 

She walked out. I shall never forget the conversation with her in my lifetime. Probably because very few words she said. I was finishing the puff. It was making my mouth dirty, so I cleaned it up and walked out.

One father and his loving son

This is not my story. My father loves me too, but till the semester results come. This is about one of my uncles and his son. After spending more than 5 months out of my house, I came back with an emotive face on a night. I had never been out for a long. So, pampering was more than expected. I love that day when I stepped in to my old little house, kept my luggage, sat on corridor, mom keep asking questions, and dad was asking about the journey, about the place where I stay. I feel valued that time only,because they don’t pump me down on that day. I don't buy anything for anybody when I go home, as I am bad on that. Whenever I take something for anybody at home, they don’t like it. Once I bought a black saree and planned to give one of my aunts. But when I had showed it to my parents, father shook his head with a big defeat in his face.

Next day, I was roaming around my village and talking to my neighbors. One of my uncle stays next to my house. He works outside and comes home once in 6 months. He was married with a son; named Bitthu. Bitthu had just started speaking by then. The kids who just learned to speak, ask a lot of questions, that’s why I don’t like them around. Bitthu is restless. He never stayed in a place more than 5 minutes except when he got angry. Whenever somebody stopped him from doing anything he lie down and starts throwing his legs until his mother comes and takes him in her lap. Eating is a word which never counts in Bitthu’s dictionary, because he never liked to eat. His father used to bring fruits, biscuits, and chocolates for him, but he never showed his interest on having those. His father was a bit unhappy with his child. Not because Bitthu doesn’t like to eat but Bitthu used to disturb the neighbors a lot. He used to make the hens off and break eggs which were kept for incubation; he used to hit anybody with anything if he was disturbed. No kids wanted to play with him, because everybody scared of him. His childhood partner was no one except for himself. There was not a single day when neighbors didn't complain to his parents for this boy. His parents were worried about. His parents tried everything to make him calm, cool, satisfied, but it didn’t worked. They were kind of habituated with the slangs of neighbors. One day I was talking to him, and after a while, he had tried to hit me with a fragment of brick. I wrapped him in my hand and took him away from our village and released him. He didn’t cry, instead he ran towards the opposite side of our village, I got scared, because he was running so fast, that in few minutes he could have entered in another village. Somehow I managed him and took at home. I never dared to take him with me agian. On the next day I was having my lunch with a piece of omelet and my favorite daal. Bitthu was around and came to me, and asked “what are you having?” I asked, “Why!Would you like to have”? I gave him a bit from the omelet. He took it and said,“We also have eggs”. I had given one more bit, he took it and ran. I finished my lunch and started roaming around .After that I went to my uncle’s house and seen Bitthu and his father having lunch in an open place leaving the Sun back to them. In winter under the Sun, with its slight heat, having lunch is really amazing. I knocked him saying “oi? What are you having?” Promptly he looked around and seen me and gave a Bitthuish smile and asked, “Eii? Do you have more omelets? “The word he was uttering was not as clear as I have written. But I heard him before, so I came to know his point. I said, “You want more omelet, then why didn’t you tell when I was having my lunch. I could have given you some more.” He kept himself silent. His mother was asking to take rice with a bit of fish, and he was asking questions to his mother. I got off for that day.

The next day I visited his home again at the morning, and was talking to my aunt. Suddenly,I had seen my uncle with a bag full of eggs in his hand. He was coming from market by his cycle. I shocked for a while, and asked why these many eggs? He said these are for Bitthu. Bitthu was throwing brickbats on a guava tree. He had come and hugged his father. Aunt took the market, and went off in the kitchen. Suddenly Bitthu told to me, “See, I told you na, We also have eggs.” I was standing beside the­­­m. I didn’t say anything; just smiled, and pinched in his back. Bitthu was holding one hand of his father and asking questions without waiting for a answer, and his father was giving him the answers without waiting for him to finish.