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We were free on Sunday , feeling bore. SO tried to be little creative.
And our creativity ends with this. :)

STORY:- A Winter Night With A Boy

“Could u plz give me food now. I m sitting here from an hour. “I ask rashly to the dhaba boy.

Yaa… few more minutes sir ji. The boy replied.

I was busy with my thoughts only. Then one boy clear my desk and put the plate in front of me. It was steel plate with scratches and spots here and there. Plate was on the wooden bed on which I had to sit with fold legs and took the food. The bed was on the floor of mud on which a person with addidas shoes would never like to walk. The bed was shed ed with blue plastic sheet to save the customers from the rain ……..

Still 15 minutes passed only the plate was in front of me and I was looking at it. My thoughts were continuously running "What a good condition it is? Today I am feeling hungry and also I didn't followed my regular route……. frankly, I just lost the way today, And now I am enjoying such situation. Great"

Thank God Ji, thanks a lot. It was raining, so I can’t move also. Or at least without having food. The time was 10 pm. I shouted “I am not here to see the plate, give the food”.

The owner of the shop slapped the boy who gave me the plate and shouted at him “you had received the customer request then why didn’t he get the food?”

I just heard those words from the owner but nothing came from the boys side. At least boy should provide the food now, I was feeling so hungry that I hold my stomach as if I am holding the ache . It seems there was nothing in this world, the only thing I can see is the plate in front of me. Slowly I saw that one small hand, steadily come in front of my plate and and very slowly he put two roti and one dal MY bowl , as slowly as he was doing the thing than much quickly, I was losing my hunger.

It seems as I woke up from the dream……… now I have look around myself. Hardly 3 persons were there with me and some ppl are sitting on rickshaw. The shop near to this shop was of junkyard, It was about to close now. Everybody was wearing very much old clothes some were drunken or some were smoking. Almost all were rickshaw wala’s or beggars. And few of them often come to my room in the morning to get something on behalf of god or as godman. Actually they are the messengers of God, which tell ppl to help others. And to teach us only, God has sent them as beggars on earth. So I was in another world right now…….. with different kind of ppl and with different culture, in different world which I had never seen. The culture was that everybody was laughing, enjoying, checking their day collection and and getting relief after that……..

These ppl have more luxury then us.

They are talking with each other. “Whatever it may be one should take the food properly. Give me the butter.”

“Hmmm…… life should be bindas. Why do we do the work only to survive and if U have money , So jio Bindas.”

The shop owner gave the butter. One of the person who were talking open the bottle of drinks i.e desi daru.

They open the bottle and pour it into the glasses, drink it and again pour it.

It seems they were talking Pepsi. It looks very exciting to me.

Actually I found whenever we drink it as if we are enjoying luxury and felt enjoyment in that, mostly in collage day's. But these ppl were taking it like anything. They were not looking at how much percentage of money they had spend on it, they just know that they had to drink it today.

After seeing them I found they why they were more rich then us.

The policy is, no need to think just enjoy, God is there to feed us as well enjoy the life because the life is gift of GOD.

OK! So I have explained a lot abt the g8 environment of there. Let’s come back to me again.

And at that time its only me, Starring the food with blinking eyes. Stomach was going inside its bowl and eyes were out of there bowl. The two round chapatti and that dal, I can never forget.

I was about to shout on the boy “Is it a food?”. To shout on him, I looked at him, the boy was weeping. His small face was filled with spots created due mixture of tears and dust. He was almost bald and the funny part was, he was in underwear only. And he knows that I was about to shout on him so he put some little cute smile on his clumsy face and ask with a cute fear “Do U need something? Today dal is very good just taste it.

I just look straight on him………………..

“Have it Sir ji. Today I put all the masala in Dal and I had checked it. Its good.” Words were coming from his side only and I was listening him.

I didn’t say anything.

I was without any word what to say and what to do so better to stare him and listen whatever the boy said. that would be gub, but now his face was scared, he gulped again and again. After that he leer and asked “DO u need Butter. It will make the dal bit tastier”.

I got the smile, “Ok! Get some butter”, the boy smiled and rushed to get butter.

“Hey! Come here” I ordered.

His expression again took the turn, “ anything else bhaiya.” He asked with expressions gave me a feel that I looks like a monster.

So I changed my wired look, hit softly on his bald head and pull down his underwear little bit. “Remove this. Then U will look good waiter”.

“What bhaiya! U scared me” a child like smile came and again he went to bring butter.

I know that I can’t get anything else here so I had to eat what I got and just pray that “God! Make me alive today, don’t want to go hospital due to food poisoning”.

I am holding the chapatti and waiting for the butter. The butter came .

“Shall I apply in your chapatti” the boy ask.

“Good! You are very intelligent”. And he applied the butter. By that time hunger touched the highest level from beneath but the time was just11 O’clock. I broke the chapatti into piece and start eating.

The boy was looking at me. He never expects me that I would eat like that.

Even I was not sure that I would eat in such a good manner. With the first piece in the mouth, I shut my one eye in place of shutting down the mouth. Didn’t know but I did. That was only for first one after that mouth was reprocessing the process of blinking again and again with accordance with eyes, all the things were fine I was still alive, with good taste.

It seems boy was expecting some reaction positive or negative, he was constantly looking at me.

“What happen?” I asked.

“No! nothing!. I will bring some water for you. U carry on.”

He put the water and again start starring. With every piece of chapatti his eyes were rolling from plate to my mouth.

“Hey what happen?”

“No! nothing. U carry on.” And he moved little far.

But still he was starring. What can I do now?

“Hey! You made very good dal” I said. With the immediate reaction he filled with zeal and asked whether I need some more.

And really I asked for more. I ate six chapatti. Really great! JJJ

Then water, the boy carried the water from a drum and that was also not covered.that also I hadn't want to have it from here as mostly drinking water is always a big problem, but if food was good so why not water. Even if I didn’t take water there might be chances to visit hospital So why not enjoy the cuisine with all its specialties.

I took water and expecting that It can cause me restless and they will looted me or would be in hospital. But was alive. Finally I took six chapatti and two bowl of dal, in which there was no dal only water with yellow color with BUTTER, cost hardly RS 18.

Food was done. Now it should be the end of the story. I had done with my food.

Bye!

But now the real problem came, it was 11:45.

And I didn’t know where I had to go. SO the new story created from here.

The boy came to me “Where do u live?”

“No where!” I said.

Why?

My wish.

We don’t provide accommodation.

Hmm….. I know. I will sleep in your place.

“Really!” He asked with great surprise.

But today there is no place for sleep. Its raining. Naa

“So what where Do you sleep?” I asked.

We slept at roof, but today it's wet.

These words come to me with bit surprise. In month of September they were sleeping on the roof. “So where do you sleep?” I asked.

I will sleep here only and also water will not come here , this blue plastic sheet will save me from rain. “How can you get the sleep? Its too cool. But can’t say a word about you, Brave man like u wore only underwear'ss in the month of September.”

The boy got excited with his praise, he start showing his cuts “look I am shaktimaan! And start rooling.” He show me one blanket “look I have this I will fold it around me and sleep. Now wind can’t touch me, it also scared of me.”

“But how will youuuuu… sleep?”.

He asked the right question. How will I sleep? This was the question ment for me. I had already wear one sweater even then I feel cold, after looking at him I was feeling shame on myself, THE LITTLE SUPERMAN.

I asked him “How do I sleep?”

He just look at me no reply!

“OK! I will not sleep.”I give the solution.

“Is it?” he asked.

Hmmm…….

Do you had something to smoke?

Why? I asked.

I am going to sleep! Then how will you pass the time.

It’s already 12 O’clock. 5 more hours that’s it.

He looked at me, then again looked at me and I got his point.

It was not only just 5 hours, its….5 HOURS which I had to pass alone in winter night without blanket without bed, just by looking at stars. I was feeling nothing when I really realized the realty.

For next 10 min I sit quietly and the boy also covered himself from the blanket and start sleeping.

What can I do now? what can I do? I was thinking because simply spoiling the mood was not good and nobody can change anything, I motivate myself and I feel the zeal and start roaming nearby. For next 15 minutes its very good, looked at the beauty of starts I enjoyed the cool climate and water, but with in 15 minutes its all same.

The zeal was gone, the sprit was gone, what motivation???

I was moving alone in the night and no beauty of starts as clouds were everywhere. In the last I came back to the boy and asked him “Are You sleeping?”

“Yes” he replied.

“If you are sleeping then how can you reply?”I asked.

“OH! Leave me I want to sleep.” He said to me. I replied “I also want to sleep”.

The small boy looked at me and starts laughing. Might be he was laughing on my funny condition or my funny face I don’t know but that nice shakti man said to my surprise “we both will not sleep together”.

I was so happy, I wish that I can express U but I can't. I took the support of wall and the small smart guy sit on my lap. We both covered our self with blanket, now everything looks fine, I thanked to GOD for such a good help. That boy start telling his funny stories, some time he told me about monsters, some time about stars and sometime about friends . I was also happy but after half an hour again I am feeling problem. From past one hour he was sitting on my lap. The pain for carrying him for such a long time can be seen from my face. Really funny, for half an hour I was laughing and replying on his questions from the next half an hour I was about to cry again. He asked me “What happen Superman?”

“Your supper man is about to die if you continued to on his lap for another 15 minutes.”

He again laughed at me and say sorry. Then he get down from my lap and I feel the relief of heaven. Now I was again filled with zeal I asked him “SO how is your work?”.

He start telling me about his work “ I serve customers. I give them curry. Even I am learning how to cook food. MY great dream is to learn how to cook the chapatti in tandoor. Blab la bla….”

He said a lot about all that again after some time he looked at my face and asked “Now what happen?”. Actually in the starting I I gave answers of all the question then , I degraded to say hmm... on all his stories and then nothing, so he looked again and again.

I am telling the truth I was again feeling troublesome. The boy got the idea about me.

And with a dialogue “you rich people are always like that” he appear with one more blanket . The blanket was torn from different creative angles. He covered himself from that I was in his blanket alone. I thanked to God and filled with zeal again asked “OK! If you don’t sleep today how will you work tomorrow?”

The boy again smiled on me he got the idea that I am getting sleep it was around 2’O clock, so I asked him when he would sleep. He said “ok! Let’s sleep” and we start taking sleep. After 5 minutes he nudge me and asked “Are you getting sleep?”. “Yes…”I replied.

“I am not getting sleep” he replied. As the boy has helped me a lot I tried to help him out. “OK! Tell me something.” I replied. He start telling something to me and I was saying hmm.. hmm…. Again and again. Suddenly after hearing his some words I lost my sleep.

He told that he used to wake up by 5 am and slept by 12 after cleaning the shop. For me it was like a hammer, with every blow it says U LAZY. The boy told me, last night he slept for 3 hours only and tonight he was talking with me to make me feel better. For him I am a rich person, he know how to live in tough condition but I am habitual of facilities so It will be hard for me to pass the single night and because of that he had done that much for me.

I was blazed from his words “it’s looking like Atal Bihari Vajpaie is talking”.

Really I am telling the truth I was surprised by him.

Now I was feeling pity on myself and I got interest in his words. “What about your family?” I asked.

“All are doing work. My father had one autorikshwa? My mother used to go for in big houses like yours for cooking and I had one more brother, he is working on the Cycle Repair shop”.

In short he had given the whole description of his family. I asked when did he went to his home.

And look at his professional reply. “My family comes to meet me. Brother on cycle, Papa on auto and mummy sometime, as she doesn’t have time.”

Then when will you go to home?

What will I do there?. Once I learned tandoor here then I can go easily and can demand the work of my choice but till that time I had to do all other works like disk washing and serving customer otherwise they will hire anyone else anyway home is here only. And you know that unemployment is very much, "NO SKILLS NO JOB” the boy gave the verdict.

This much long talk he did. Told me that if he went to his house daily so how can he continue the work as his work starts from 5 am, so that boy of hardly 10 to 12 gave a big note to me. And after all this, I hadn’t heard a word of regret or pain for the work from his mouth. He told me if I don’t like my work I can’t do it from next time.

Then I realized why all proverbs say that poor people are happy, as they love what they do and enjoyed. And for them present is life, all are in the same level and even if they save a bit they can’t do much in future with that, as well if they do that they will not enjoy today. SO they are happy with today itself.

By that time it was 4 am. I asked him to sit on my lap and then he started sleeping. And I was thinking about him and his life at the age of 10. Its God wish, everybody is playing his part in world. And everybody should play it happily.

At 5:30 am the shop owner woke me up. The boy was still sleeping on my lap. And all other people are looking at me like I was any new animal in zoo. Some were praising me for showing so much pity on child but truly I was praising all of them.

I asked them about the route to my room. Now I had to leave, I thought to give some money to the LITTLE SUPERMAN.

I looked into my purse, there was no change. Only 100 rupee note. And How mean I am I didn’t want to give that much to him.

But in last I hold my heart and give 100 rupee to him.

People started looking at me, some praised me, some were jealous with the boy but the SUPPER MAN was very much happy.

I looked at myself will I ever allow any stranger to share my room or even, will I give my time to any stranger, like he gave. That’s why that little boy is richer than me. But we still had a point that we had so many things with us that they can robbed us easily, So I find a way to console my heart and walked out with pride after giving hundred rupee tip to waiter.

But the truth was he gave me a lots of tips whole night and I was feeling proud of having such a councilor.

Long Live LITTLE SUPERMAN.