Compulsion

Gopalganj... Gopalganj... The conductor's voice sometimes increased the speed of the bus and sometimes reduced it, this process was going on and the bus was about to climb the Gandhi Setu Bridge. Another new bridge was being built next to the bridge. For the foundation of the bridge thousands of hearts of soil was made like a mountain. The bus suddenly accelerated and slowed down after overtaking.

Then my eyes fell outside the window, which was for a moment, but shook the mountain of emotions. A mother was sitting on a pile made of that mud mountain. On whose back a small child was hanging. Also two more of her small children were sitting at some distance, all doing their morning chores. That's why a small child sitting far away ran towards their mother and started snatching... the mineral water bottle filled with water from his mother's hand which we throw after drinking. His mother started pushing him away with one hand..and the bus also started moving away at full speed. There was silence inside me for a while. Many kilometers of the journey was spent thinking that this life of compulsion in this era of progress…. .