5 petals

its long since i have written something.... actually i was on a vacation. A vacation full of adventure and unpredictable events. Here is something to catch up with, i hope u will enjoy..... it was Monday 16th of July. the sensation was high since morning because the journey toward home was about to begin today. at last i was in the station waiting for the train impatiently looking at my watch again and again. i took a bread omlet and start eating, meanwhile the train arrives at station. as like always i beg god to get me a seat near some sweet lovely girl in my last journey. last journey is because my father gets posted to jammu and this was the last journey to northeast by this train. after all i board this particular train 13 times in last 3 years. this time my luck flourish and a cute girl was next to my seat in my berth. anyway she was sleeping the next whole day. in the evening when she woke up i asked her and get to know that she is ill. another day passed and now when she woke i...

“Bhoda finish your milk before you leave”, his mom shouts. Bhoda is a 4 th class big boy who lived in a small town like Tezpur. Just like any other normal child he love to play, never do his homework and sometime went to the market with his grandfather. People know him for his play which he had performed during Durga festival in the vivekanand stadium. The thief’s roll beg him lots of publicity in a single night. His roll name “Bhoda” became his pet name now. Sometime it does irritate him when his friends tease him. For last few days he was being passionate about his mouthorgan which his mom and dad had gifted him after the success of the play. Where ever he goes he made sure to take the mouthorgan along with him. Although people get distracted by the noise but he never cares for their evil expression. Soon god took over his mouthorgan gifting him a melodious skill. Anyway but for this moment the only thing worrying him was the milk. He closes his nose and sallow down the th...

Madivalla was a village. Peoples were consumed by their own daily routine. Villagers were mutually depended on each other for their daily needs. The farmers harvest crops, the potter makes earthen pots and the carpenter makes wooden articles. They were self-efficient for their needs. Sometime in a couple of months they visit town market for recreation like watching movie or shoping purpose. The life was going plane, no rush & no disturbance.. Everyone was happy. Madivalla is being established as a town quite a few year back (nearly 15-year). When electronic city the hub for information technology is being constructed, madivalla swiftly changed to a small town. As the city border is being extended everything changed. But this person decided to stay back to retain the same old value of madivalla. Since then with a silent heart and numb eyes he is witnessing the changes. The change of values, the change from huts to building, the change form sheads to shops to malls and from a calm ...

This is a real one. Every morning I set out of my house for college. The bus stand is one kilometer away. Walking down the lane I come across school kids, vegetable market, butcher’s shops, truck parking area and hanuman’s temple. Just before the temple I take a turn and walk through a sub path and here I meet the town shepherd. Wonder why I am calling him a town shepherd, simply he is a shepherd and he is in a town. Dirty white dhoti, cream color kurta and distinct style of white pagdi (do u know rajesthani men are depict by their pagdi and the way they wear it). Every morning I see him sitting beside the sheep. Sometime beating them with an old stick to align them in the 20/20 meter building plot and rest of the time goofing up in one corner. Rarely he does talks to anyone else. With his distinct posture and photogenic expression he looks at the passer-by with mercy eyes but tough attitude. It seems sometime that the sheep are the only friend he is having in this whole world!! Seem...

Last year I visited Pune. My friend told me that he will pick me up from a certain location so I was waiting there. It was a remote place so buses come in every 1 or 1 ½ hour. I was standing beside an old man who was typically dressed in Gandhi topi, white but dusty dhoti and kurta. Wrinkled face and sweating, but standing still like a statue. I waited about 15 minutes and then asked for time he said 1.30 pm. Old man: Where do you want to go? I said: saswad. Old man: soon the bus will come. I said: Do u know the bus number? Old man: ya its 2… are you new to this place? I said: yes…. How long you are standing here? Old man: since last two hours . I gave him a questioning look !! He told me that although the six sitters or autos are going in every 5 min but it is charging 6 Rs and the bus fair is 3 Rs, so he is waiting here. I offered him 3 Rs but he gently nodded his head stating that he doesn’t need. I came to know the value of money from his bitter suffering. Old man: ...