We were soon out of the steel city. And the bike was running on a very narrow road. There were crops on the both sides of the road. Sometimes, one or two people were partly visible between those green crops. It went on for another two kilometers. And then, started the rows of kuchcha houses, made up of muds and straws. I was looking at it interestingly. Though, I belonged to a small town, I was seeing such kind of things for the first time. These people were actually living alongside with nature, far from the city and it's noises. They were living in peace. I wish, I could have a holiday home there. May be it will be possible in.near future.
We stopped in front of one such house, which was almost at the end of that populated area. I looked beyond. The narrow road was continuing it's journey till the anonymous place. My uncle blewed the horn and a lady came out of that house. From the first look I could say that she was in her forties. A red colored saree was covering her body from head to toe. She looked kind of free from all the other tensions of the world. Never care about what is happening around the country. She was happy in her own little world. And so was everyone in that small village.
After seeing us, a smile ran over her face. She called for few names in the highest of her pitch. And soon we were surrounded by few ladies and around twenty kids. The kids were from the age of 6 to 16. And they were referring my uncle as 'Sir'.
As I knew from their discussion, my uncle used to take free classes here, as there was not any school in the village. He admitted many of the students into nearby government school and came thrice a week for classes. Many of the students had government provided bicycle now to go to school. Even now, every saturday and sunday my uncle comes here and spend some time with those kids. And as the weekdays classes were concerned, the senior students were helping the junior ones. I was glad to hear this all. I was glad that this revolution was started by my loving uncle. I wished to continue his good work but I was a little young for this at that time, I guess.
"Where is Anjali and Arti?" Suddenly my uncle asked one of the students. Now, who were these girls. Were they too little kids or, a little grown up. I was looking forward to meet these girls too. And the reason was unknown. May be the name Anjali made me interested or it was another reason. Those days this name was in demand after the movie 'kuchh kuchh hota hai'.
"Wo dono thora seher ki taraf gayi hain masterji. Aa hi rahi hongi" The lady who welcomed us with her smile said.
"Oh. Anyway, I am for next half an hour. Take your all problems to me." My uncle said again and all the kids ran to their respective mud houses. And in no time they were back with the study materials in their hands. My uncle got busy in solving their problems while I was a silent looker. I liked the way they were concentrating on each words said by uncle. I soon realized that it will take at least one and a half hour to solve all the problems. Anyway, I was enjoying it.
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We stopped in front of one such house, which was almost at the end of that populated area. I looked beyond. The narrow road was continuing it's journey till the anonymous place. My uncle blewed the horn and a lady came out of that house. From the first look I could say that she was in her forties. A red colored saree was covering her body from head to toe. She looked kind of free from all the other tensions of the world. Never care about what is happening around the country. She was happy in her own little world. And so was everyone in that small village.
After seeing us, a smile ran over her face. She called for few names in the highest of her pitch. And soon we were surrounded by few ladies and around twenty kids. The kids were from the age of 6 to 16. And they were referring my uncle as 'Sir'.
As I knew from their discussion, my uncle used to take free classes here, as there was not any school in the village. He admitted many of the students into nearby government school and came thrice a week for classes. Many of the students had government provided bicycle now to go to school. Even now, every saturday and sunday my uncle comes here and spend some time with those kids. And as the weekdays classes were concerned, the senior students were helping the junior ones. I was glad to hear this all. I was glad that this revolution was started by my loving uncle. I wished to continue his good work but I was a little young for this at that time, I guess.
"Where is Anjali and Arti?" Suddenly my uncle asked one of the students. Now, who were these girls. Were they too little kids or, a little grown up. I was looking forward to meet these girls too. And the reason was unknown. May be the name Anjali made me interested or it was another reason. Those days this name was in demand after the movie 'kuchh kuchh hota hai'.
"Wo dono thora seher ki taraf gayi hain masterji. Aa hi rahi hongi" The lady who welcomed us with her smile said.
"Oh. Anyway, I am for next half an hour. Take your all problems to me." My uncle said again and all the kids ran to their respective mud houses. And in no time they were back with the study materials in their hands. My uncle got busy in solving their problems while I was a silent looker. I liked the way they were concentrating on each words said by uncle. I soon realized that it will take at least one and a half hour to solve all the problems. Anyway, I was enjoying it.
Continues.......
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