Today I am sitting out on the bench having tea from nearby tea stall. Don’t ask why no coffee! While it has been days that have been here didn’t know what really has changed. I can assure you, there must have been many changes around here in peoples life as well as development but not in life of an elderly lady.
As I’m sipping my tea, I see that she has also been served tea the by stall owner. There is an empty bench or should I say reserved one as it is occupied by the elderly lady who has made it her home, the look kinda will make one pity upon but wouldn’t be of any help.
The stall owner, I don’t know if he has any distance relations with the lady. As I sometimes noticed him cracking jokes with her or talking of some past which I barely understood nor I wished to know.
Half of bench seems to be occupied by the stuff under which is a mystery to me. But how that stuff is covered would make you understand what possibly could be under a stained bed sheet which seemed was washed until handed over to this poor lady. A weird shaped sheet swelled like anything but if put a weight on would surely know, those were clothes but anything.
This elderly lady must have crossed her sixties or not that old either but situations might have made her look like. Wrinkled body, shrinkage a sign of old age. A Saree which seemed like a table cloth now under which a brown filthy sweater that has never been changed be it winter or summer and been torn all over. While walking shivering has mostly become part of the walk I guess. I see that a lady in almost 50s suddenly out of nowhere rushing towards her with something in hand which was later handed over to the elderly lady who seemed overwhelmed and I thought the first thing next she is gonna do is to cry loudly instead she kept quite and tried feeling it with the hands to find out what is it she has been given and I guess she understood what it was, something to eat as a breakfast and I could see tears rolling down her wrinkled face and here I am sipping a morning tea. I really could not take it anymore. I left that place without paying any other thought to the situation and thought that something better can be done to this lady. It has been four years now and I have never been to place…….
June to September is Rainy Season in India. These years it seems to have taken rest for two to three weeks of June and it planned to proceed last week onwards. It is not a good sign for farmers as well as to the people who manage city’s water supply and to those who get benefit of it as well(includes me), in short term everyone gets heat of it.
In school days I liked rains not because I cared about above situations instead I had a free mind that could swing in any direction. Splashing water on the riverbank, well that wasn’t allowed during high rains but could that limit us? I did dance in the rain without any fear of catching cold or fever which today I fear. Well, dancing! What is that? You sort of may have a definition for that, correct? Well I didn’t know what dance forms available in the world I was making use of but I certainly was dancing. Today you ask me to dance I sort of have problem, what that problem is, do you know? What people may think since I haven’t practiced either of available dance forms! That is the issue! Nowadays I am trying to get rid this dilemma and focus on what I am thinking of me rather than what others are of me.
Leaving the thing aside of others and me, let’s just begin with me only. I hardly carried umbrella to school and didn’t have fear of getting drenched. Nowadays when it rains I am different person from what I used to be. I however do not carry umbrella but wear a raincoat on bike making sure that not a single drop to touches my body. And when I reach office fighting my way with the heavy rains, I get a feeling of feat that not a single drop reached my ironed clothes. How different have I become? What has changed so much in me that I don’t like drops of this very rains I loved to dance in?
Well with time everything changes but one must make sure they don’t change their attitude ‘especially if it is positive’ and things they love to do. You know what? I have planned not to wear raincoat while riding home even if it is raining heavily!!
Today, I woke up early and found my way to nearest McDonald’s Store for breakfast. The store is hardly 400 meters distance from the place I reside. This is good for morning walk and to burn some calories before you refill. I am not an early riser due to odd working hours but sometimes I make it my duty to. Today’s is one of ‘sometimes’ day and here is my learning for today and thought to make it in writing as well.
I had plans to sip a cup of tea from somewhere nearby area and go back home, have another nap instead I made courage and dragged myself to store. When I reached the store from outside it seemed like I am little too early for breakfast but it was already 9:30 AM and since I was close enough why not go inside and try my luck? As soon as I opened door I saw a man in his late forties sat at table and a baby girl on the table but none of them seemed to be eating anything or might have eaten in the duration of last 30 minutes but who knows? Another couple sitting at corner having finished their breakfast and looked in the process of leaving.
I asked for a light breakfast meal to the person at counter who had just appeared when I stepped in and settled in a corner. While sipping coffee because that is what lasted longer than any part of meal! A thought occurred to me that if I follow this routine everyday wouldn’t I be happy or say contented? (I don’t mean lunches & dinner would be here and that too alone) Going to work, being recognized for the best efforts that you put in or doing something that justifies your role in the organization which everyone is aware of, having personal life full of entertainment does not require anything more………Does this really help us live a better life? Well that very moment I saw outside McDonald’s store three strangers, I considered three of them as friends, a girl in her early twenties and two guys in mid twenty and were about to enter store. My thoughts started betraying me even cursing me! How in the world do you think you can be happier without sharing your happiness? I said, “Is it necessary to share happiness?” My thought, “Yes, in this way you also realize that someone is there to see a difference”. I asked my thought, “Do you mean these three of people who you and I thought are friends, share their happiness?” My Thought, “In some ways they do”. “How can you say that?” I interrupted. “For that you need to give me enough space to think” My thought replied. I was like, “???” Anyway soon I will learn double of that!
Every person has a story to tell so do I.
I was at twelfth grade at High School College and had a crush on a girl from a same residential area in the town. Well technically I had crush on her two three years before that but never felt like telling anyone. But since I was at high school and I had this insecurity of someone good looking guy in her college might propose her and she finding no idea about my feeling for her would say yes to that guy. So I had to proceed with my own ideas. My sister Sarah (Not blood relations though) who is her best friend had to take an initiative to tell her that I liked her best friend. I told my sister that I like her best friend and her reactions were, “oh, how is that possible, how can you like Natalie? Well buddy forget that she is out of your reach! Her dad is a very big industrialist and look at you who is nothing I mean nothing!I said I will do anything it takes to reach her as long as I am alive, Sarah well, good for you but I think you should forget about her as she is my best friend and I don’t want to get involved in this.” So my sister refused to help in this matter and I was not so ok but had to be ok with it. (I hated the way my so called sister compared my liking for with her father’s practical accumulation)
Soon news started spreading in the house and so forth and I was left with nothing but a boring irony of thinking not about her. Every member of the house who I respected warned me of doing such a mistake but I didn’t listen to any of them. I started messaging her secretly through a social media site and never received a response though. It was mid-winter and I was wearing my shorts and no sweater on and was shivering a lot, it was one day just after I had sent a text to her; I was asked to bring some grocery stuff from a nearby store. I remember the day too it was Sunday and 4th day of Jan 2009, morning around 6:54 am sun rays were just started showing up on the road and I heard a familiar sound of a vehicle and my heart started beating faster and yes it started beating faster when I realized! And there she was going home from somewhere I don’t know and was smiling at me!! Look she was smiling, a pleasing smile and she looks right at me no one behind or aside me, just at me and pass by! Well I could not help my joy anymore I was at the seventh heaven for that very moment I thought that I got everything I had lost in this world and I did want it to last as long as possible. I too looked at her and smile and seemed like communication completed happily! She parks her scooter in front of her house and I stood somewhere 100 feet away near a house which is shaped like a hut, happily and unable to make any move or utter a word but just stare at her. For a few minutes we both stared at each other after some time she went inside her house and I too had to head towards my grocery store…..
Hoping get more time to think and write which was stopped….