KATHAJODI RIVERBANK

Spring was dancing on the Kathajodi river bank

quenching romantic thrust through the tone of cuckoo mingled with gentle vernal wind whose songs were thrilling my psychological grove.

Though gentle southern breeze was

making me spiritful all along with melodious songs of cuckoo resting 

on the old banyan tree, my mind was

roaming elsewhere wantonly.

Dumbfounded as I was , the young

chap, who spent twenty five springs

in HSC and University with glee-face

notwithstanding future hopes.

Now Degree and Certificates give me no charm instead the despair given to me by the notice of No Vacancy in the developed urban and

Metroes. 

Looking at the river water's decent

flow dropping little stones and making

bubbles grew whirling my mind into the desperate glows.

Sudden beckoning broke up my dream

of tomorrow while I discovered a lovely lass parking her bike beside me

with question marks on her face.

What's the matter, I enquired at once 

with an immediate jerk by perking my

body, no sooner I end my query than

reply came, I am in hurry please show

me where is Barabati Stadium.

I came from Canada but inborn Odia staying with my service holder parents there, today I have to attend state sponsored New Year's Fashion Show contest arranged by CFDA.

Yes I'll do.Don't worry please get on to

my Bike I must drop you on the spot,

complied with my advice she accompanied me while on the way I

asked her name, I am Julie and I am a

faculty of Toronto University too. "

OK Dear thank you for your information

I retorted," I am a highly educated and unemployed Odia young man and came here to enjoy the beauty of indigenous nature in this afternoon

with a quite sensitive thought that how long I will live on my father's income.

While driving the bike in slow motion

for expression of mutual thoughts, unexpectedly five street hooligans figures hindered our passage by wild gestures with an unparliamentary tongue maddening themselves with

The paradisiac fashionable Canadian costumes Of Julie.

All on sudden Julie jumped down from

the bike with a mood of revenge by showing her tackling arts of Martial that boosted her on to the body of

Ruffians flattening them on the ground

With utmost valour.

The drunken hooligans of the street miserably subdued, apologized Julie for their vulgar talks and molesting attempts after I persuaded them with a commanding voice of a local guy like me.

While dusk appeared in full swing we

reached at Barabati with a triumphing

passion and parking my Enfield I guided Julie on to the arena where she showed her dexterity among many International contestants.

Amid the incandescent lights of the

Barabati Ms. Julie was glazing as if

a celestial fairy dancing and gesturing

her body language to the audiences

when I was a mere looker on feeling my hearts with glee.

At midnight the Show was over after a conclusive farewell bestowed upon Julie as a Topper contestant by the Director and co-contestants and audiences with cordial presentation of a big golden Trophy raising her spirit

up to the zenith by applauding clapping of hands.

I got up from my seat and again guided her up to the stand and draw out my bike, carrying up to my residence and welcome her to a separate bed in separate room after she made herself refreshed in washroom and appease her with a glass of boiled milk.

My young bachelor passion was very sober with sanctity nevertheless Adam's interest was jolting my masculinity to appeal Ms. Julie, the fashionable fairy of my dream.

Sleep, nature's strongest stupefier embraced me with it's invisible arms

pushing me down on the bed and pasting my eye lids with invincible magic glue.

Cawing of crows broke up my matured sleep while my timepiece showed 7 am and advised me to finish my daily routine which was post ceded by delicate sandwich and coffee prepared by my Mom.

I walked up to my parent's room, saluted them by touching their feet before serving them with cups of bed tea that made them awake to enjoy the

morning breeze and told them my choice in dream.

Then I stepped on to my fairy-room which was shut, but after a while the doors were opened by the soft knock

of my palms wherefrom the fairy came on to greet me ' Good Morning Sir' simultaneously receiving a cup of bed tea offered by me.

Gradually the Sun was rising higher in the sky. My parents also greeted my fairy with a lot of blessings with a smile on their face instantly telephoning to her parents by confirming matrimony.

The more pleasurable was the episode for me when I came to know from my dad that Julie's Papa was one of the best University mates of him which made me more concrete morally.

Though born and brought up in Canada, jJulie, the fairy of my dreamland, became a life long garland of mine by surrendering herself fully as per the Indian traditional rites,she never underestimated her inlaws being my life partner till today during our quinquagenerian age rather she has been following our native tradition as a perfect Sanatani housewife as per the guidance of my late parents wherefore I am extraordinarily proud of her.

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