FIRE_ AND_ ASH

The night before…

Grandpa told great stories about his past, and we loved hearing them from him. Especially, sitting in the shed and feeling the breeze blowing and scattering showers drizzle. And clouds flashing. Trees swooshing against each other and hearing a weird sound “ uwaaaaaaaa !, bosshu, buuuuuuuuuuaaaaa! “ from the canals. We were so coaxed into grandpa’s ‘8o’s that we couldn't even hear mom. 

“sab log vapes aa Jao bhojan taiyaar hai,” mom called. Oh! Oh! That was the end of grandpa's past. We rushed towards the dining stools and sat. Everyone gulped in the food in the meantime. Dad looked at the weather conditions said, “ Mujhe lagta hai ki Kuch galat hone wala hai is bhari girawat see lag toh Raha hai.”

There the end of talks. After a while, everyone falls asleep in their cosy blankets. 

THE DAY AFTER, 

The rain had stopped, cows were mooing, the breeze was blowing, as we went with our milk mugs and then the competition begins, Pehle doodh kon piye ga “ everyone enthusiastically asked. No one wins but a moustache appeared on our faces. 

After that evening, 

 It had again started raining, people were again caged in their houses. And hours later all men had been back at home having dinner together. Suddenly noticing 

 " chat kaye sthano se layesense prapt kar rahi hai, “ said, uncle Sujit. 

“ yha varsho se ho raha hai koyi bhi ise thik nahi kar raha hai bad mai yeh ek samasya ban jayegi, “ mom said. 

 The rain had gotten more pressurized and the canal had increased its pressure and more water was filled. Grandpa could see symptoms of something wrong. Everyone slept worryingly. 

   

3 o'clock!...

A voice” lakhan bhai ghar se bhar nikla liye bhaut zoro ki barish ho rahi hai nali puri bhar chuki hai aur apka piche wala diwar bhi tut chuka hai jald se jald bhar nilalye,“ shouted uncle Santosh. 

As the droplets of rain from the ceiling fell on Dad's eye, everything seemed blurry but he could feel the water touching his feet and gust coming back the wall. 

" Jaldi jaldi sab utho sonam ki mummy , Babli , bambam , bhai pani ghar me aa chuka hai aur nali ki pipe bahr chuki hai agar abb nahi uthe to kabhi nahi uth payoge. “ 

    

All of them rushed and rushed, crying out loud: “Bachao Bachao“. A stage towards the death point 2 cm away when all of a sudden ( drawing) ... The water waved higher and higher above bricks and cows and things floated from buckets to cots. On the other hand, mom's tears rolled down her cheeks. We were thinking if we to be washed into this water. 

 Curiosity occurred in everyone's head where to go next and how do we adjust to carrying everyone's life in one hand. “One and a half years of being without a home is tough, I understand, but forgetting your presence of my mind is tougher when you { Juhi } are no more and makes a hole in my heart every second of life.“