At the end of the day your feet should be dirty, your hair messy & your eyes sparkling.
My love for rainbow – dipped in the first watercolor painting of mine.
Last week I met Raman, sitting alone on a heap of sand, lost in his thoughts. I interrupted as I came near and asked his name. “Raman” he said with a sheepish smile. With perplexed looks he asked what big thing I was carrying in my hand. I told him that it is a toy, which captures anything I want to.
I asked him to come close if he wants to see how it works. He jumped in excitement, almost snatching it from my hand. After examining the outer body he returned it asking to show how it works. I asked him to smile and captured his face.
Mentioning his infinite dreams, he added “I want to buy a red car”. Baffled by his demand of a red car, I asked “Why red?”. He replied with a big smile “because I have a red shirt”.
He ran away saying that next time when u see a red car, capture it for me.
The sudden jerk awakened me from my sleep. Bus had stopped, stirring the passengers in its own cruel way. Fragrance of butter soaked Aloo Parantha* rushed towards my drowsy nostrils and blocked my air pipe without giving any prior information.
With continuously increasing noise of hawkers, running feet, murmuring and constant babble; I started losing my comfort.
Parantha’s smell kept increasing with the darkness of the dusk. Tired sun might have waited till I opened my eyes and then disappeared, leaving ink dipped imprints behind on the huge canvas.
On my third attempt of opening my eyes, I noticed the knock on my window. A dark outline had blocked the light. I found a pair of wide eyes peeping directly from my window; deep limpid eyes, thick eyebrows, short hooked nose as if designed hurriedly, face covered with dense lines as if all he got on his each birthday was nothing but lines, those uncountable lines on his face as a birthday present.
A man in his mid-70s was standing out, holding few packed water bottles.
Buy a bottle of water!
He shifted to the next window without waiting for my answer. His eyes moved from one face to another in a hope that someone will buy a bottle for sure. He shifted to my window again and said
This is the last stop. There isn’t any stop after this.
Do you want to buy a bottle of water?
The request in his eyes seemed irresistible. Without thinking for a moment, my hands reached for my wallet and I passed a 20 rupee note through the window. As he returned the change, he said -” My younger daughter is of the same age of yours, you must be a college student.”
In reply, I could only manage to smile.
His wide eyes brightened and it seemed more limpid in the yellow light coming straight away from the shops.
Bus had already given the horn. I took two sip of water from the bottle while the bus headed towards slowly. Murmurs and whispers dispersed with the flow of the wind. I opened the window a bit. It was now difficult to recognize the smell of parantha dissolved in the air.
To capture the momentary smile of those watery eyes, before they get vanished with the wind, I closed my eyes slowly.
** Dhaba – a roadside food stall
I always kept counting the things that I didn’t own and I cried over all the things that I had lost. The list got bigger and bigger and I cried even more everyday.
While I was busy in making that list bigger, don’t remember exactly where, I bumped against few people and I noticed that their bodies shared the same skin tone, texture and looks as mine.
But surprisingly some of them didn’t even notice that I was standing right in front of them. They didn’t even know what I was talking about. They never got chance to see the things mentioned in my list. Their stitched eyes never gave them chance to see them.
Some of them were surrounded with millions of words but their stitched tongue never allowed them to blurt those out.
And some of them had never experienced the texture of paper and wetness of ink as they never got hands to write.
After that collision, I saw my never ending list vanishing behind and soon it was hard to see the things mentioned on my list.
Dawn replaced the dusk and chirping of birds broke the silence.