A Call From Roots (Part 1)
A Call From Roots (Part 1)
And suddenly I had Goosebumps took a look back at the maid and slowly sobbed "I am guilty totally at fault "said in sullen to the maid (maybe she had no clue about the mess) and then ordered her to leave me alone. As soon she left I cried so hard that night and steadily on my lavish couch…….
"Amma, what happened? What happened to dada? ………………..Remembered those questions when dada (my father) was no more, all the villagers stayed amazed some cried but no one moved! I was helpless! Too small to realize a thing, my mom just had said "accident" but realized late, I had observed the situation the very cruel injury of dada hustling hard to live. At an early age, I had seen the struggle of a needful, my mom wrestling for money …. This makes me feel soo grumpy! Tons of questions shuffle in mind …. Ughh!! Can't we live without money??? No alternative for money??? Can I get it for free??? And what more!!
Scarce makes it valuable! We say right, now I'm living lavish but those days, the struggle was for real
"Ramesh's son is soo lucky he won abhyas contest" heard conservation between two gossiping ladies walking through sun pile of super heavy bricks on the head. Talking about child labor is totally insane for stomach and family everything is bias! Hitting hard on extremely heated sand ran soo hard everything left unnoticed heading towards my mom "child it is for scholars and those who are educated" she giggled (but I could understand the pain behind her laugh and it is obvious that any mother would feel upset by not letting her child be educated) "but Amma, I do want to participate in the abhyas contest" I said standing firm on my decision and as usual she ignored me "Ughh! You are so grumpy"
Somehow I managed to do it with the help of my one of the best friend MAX initially, he belonged to a very wealthy family but still, he was pathfinder to me, "Hey Max, you belong to such rich and phosphorous family so why do you even need me that also I cannot even return the help you give to me" said in a curious way. He laughed hard and said "though we have surplus money the happiness in small things is totally lost" that was the time I felt nostalgic and even started to be satisfied all throughout in whole Max was there. When god gives you something less...he gives you something more greater I got that gift as MAX.
And Finally, I had goosebumps once again I was in a 4 sided room up written "abhyas contest"everyone in the same formal clothes and me in just a torn nigh dress and there is a lady who says to settle down and was coming nearer and giving a long paper and those students gradually getting tensed she held me the paper…….as max said to stay calm first read the paper and remembered all that max taught. "Kids, start writing," she said with her course and thick voice, and soon as I held the pen and writing but not at all sturdy ….kept on writing and writing …..when I was done I couldn't remember what's next, unwillingly I went to the grumpy lady and handed over my paper, disturbed through my dress she took a glance at the exit door I steadily moved out, and swiftly headed towards home...
But now the question was, what would I answer amma ?? Im sure she would be super duper angry with me. I steped in with whole finger crossed and suddenly............