Soon I found that I was going to my grandfather's home. He lived in.a small town in which is known is Jamshedpur. Though, the city is too beautiful and I have visited the place many times, this time I was not feeling like to go. I had a strong feeling that I was going to the jail. They will underground me forever. And I was just guilty of drinking. Many people drink in this country but no one punishes them. I wanted to run out of the train, but I had no choice. I didn't want to hurt my Dad any more.
We reached and there was a very cold welcome this time. They were having a different look for me this time. And after I reached, my dad got busy with the elders inside a close room. The topic of the discussion must be me. I haven't done a crime yaar, I have not killed anyone, come on. I have just had alcohal. It's not a big deal and I said I wont do it again. Behave properly. But no one was hearing my mind or heart. Thank god, my younger brother's didn't know it and at least they were as friendly as before.
Anyway, dad got back next day only, leaving me alone. I was almost closed in my allotted room for next three days. They called me only for lunch and dinner or some important work. I was too feeling a little awkward in interacting with. But it was the fourth morning when it changed a little when my uncle got back for four days. He was my youngest uncle, youngest brother of my mom. He loved me a lot when I was a kid. Even now, I was the same Rohan for him.
I was still sleeping when someone shouted my name very near. I tried to ignore but soon two hands shaking me up like I was a tree full of ripe mangoes and the person want to pluck all the mangoes without climbing. I had to wake up and I saw him. The one who loved me like anything. I was glad after I saw him after I saw him, but soon I realized that I was not allowed to smile here by the facts of destiny.
"Wake up my superman, we are going for a ride. Hurry up." He said as nothing has happened. I looked at him like I was looking at the 9th wonders of the world. Did he really meant what he said or, I was still dreaming.
" What...? Get up yaar... ?" He said again and I realized I was not dreaming.
"When did you got back from Ranchi ?" My sense started working and I asked. May be I was a little happy inside but was afraid showing up.
"Actually they were shifting me to the mental asylum but I ditched them in the way and ran till here. Just for you. Why, didn't you like it ?" He tried to joke nonsense.
"Of course, I liked it."
"Then what are you waiting for? Go and get ready? We are going to have fun." He said and almost pushed me inside the washroom. I did my daily work. I took a bath. But, couldn't shave as I didn't have grown shave at that time. At the same time I was thinking about my future. Is it going to change after today? Are they going to treat me well just like before? Where are we going right now? I didn't have any answer.
Soon we were on the bike, running on the highway of Jamshedpur for an anonymous place. The time was around 11 a.m. And the weather was cool. As the winter in jamshedpur happen to be a little, no, a lot colder. But at the same time the days are too good for a day out. I was enjoying the ride on the back. But at the same time, the same question was too revolving. Where were we heading?
( Next post, next day)
We reached and there was a very cold welcome this time. They were having a different look for me this time. And after I reached, my dad got busy with the elders inside a close room. The topic of the discussion must be me. I haven't done a crime yaar, I have not killed anyone, come on. I have just had alcohal. It's not a big deal and I said I wont do it again. Behave properly. But no one was hearing my mind or heart. Thank god, my younger brother's didn't know it and at least they were as friendly as before.
Anyway, dad got back next day only, leaving me alone. I was almost closed in my allotted room for next three days. They called me only for lunch and dinner or some important work. I was too feeling a little awkward in interacting with. But it was the fourth morning when it changed a little when my uncle got back for four days. He was my youngest uncle, youngest brother of my mom. He loved me a lot when I was a kid. Even now, I was the same Rohan for him.
I was still sleeping when someone shouted my name very near. I tried to ignore but soon two hands shaking me up like I was a tree full of ripe mangoes and the person want to pluck all the mangoes without climbing. I had to wake up and I saw him. The one who loved me like anything. I was glad after I saw him after I saw him, but soon I realized that I was not allowed to smile here by the facts of destiny.
"Wake up my superman, we are going for a ride. Hurry up." He said as nothing has happened. I looked at him like I was looking at the 9th wonders of the world. Did he really meant what he said or, I was still dreaming.
" What...? Get up yaar... ?" He said again and I realized I was not dreaming.
"When did you got back from Ranchi ?" My sense started working and I asked. May be I was a little happy inside but was afraid showing up.
"Actually they were shifting me to the mental asylum but I ditched them in the way and ran till here. Just for you. Why, didn't you like it ?" He tried to joke nonsense.
"Of course, I liked it."
"Then what are you waiting for? Go and get ready? We are going to have fun." He said and almost pushed me inside the washroom. I did my daily work. I took a bath. But, couldn't shave as I didn't have grown shave at that time. At the same time I was thinking about my future. Is it going to change after today? Are they going to treat me well just like before? Where are we going right now? I didn't have any answer.
Soon we were on the bike, running on the highway of Jamshedpur for an anonymous place. The time was around 11 a.m. And the weather was cool. As the winter in jamshedpur happen to be a little, no, a lot colder. But at the same time the days are too good for a day out. I was enjoying the ride on the back. But at the same time, the same question was too revolving. Where were we heading?
( Next post, next day)
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