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Unknown Bond

Unknown Bond

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Delhi is a dynamic place that gives you the little amount of everything, the love, the hatredness, the fights, the food, the fashion and what less that is why it is to be considered as a capital state. Inside these things, we all have a family, feelings and our lives. The red turned green and cars started their marathon, everyone wanted to reach their destinations soon. There along the streets, deep inside the crowd, there was a boy named Mukhraz who was 12 years old and had no identity yet. He worked in a shop that served their customers, amazing number of dishes, mouthwatering parathas and delicious sabzis. In the lights of the busy schedule of every person, there is a story of Mukhraaz who is in the stilt of finding his identity, but as a kid, he is not able to succeed in his entity. Beneath the roof of an old torn hut, a voice crippled, "One paratha with chilled curd please". Mukhraaz in a greyish t-shirt carried the parathas in one hand and setting his hair with the other. He was no lesser than a hero. He saw a fairy old aged person in a white dhoti standing outside his shop, and was constantly staring at Mukhraaz. The days passed, and then Mukhraaz started to feel the constant staring by the aged person. He was a bit uncomfortable but then he took some courage to go and ask, he stood in front of him crossing his hands and asked, "Yes? Do you want anything?" The person remained silent. He further asked "I am noticing you from quite some of time, why are you staring at me?, Are you planning to steal something from here?". Still, the old creature remained silent and after sometime, Mukhraaz got irritated and left the place. After that day, he had a constant eye on that aged creature and was finding something fishy, but nothing happened.


After a span of time, the the old aged person walked towards the street, his eyes was shining with glitters, he was sun-kissed, the lines on his face was clearly seen, his face was as dull as a fading colour but still his lips could tell the untold story. Mukhraaz started to feel sympathy towards him. He looked like a pale old aged person to him who might not be getting food for his stomach. He offered him a meal but he refused and looked into Mukhraaz eyes, Mukhraaz felt a sparkle in his eyes and he felt some bond for him. He was sharing an unknown bond with that person, he started respecting the aged person with "kakaji". Mukhraaz did not know what he was doing was right or wrong. He just wanted to help his kaka. He was the prey of child labour. He did not have parents, he did not have family...

 

He lived for himself, he earned and he spends all on himself, by connecting with his kaka he felt maybe he will be able to find his identity, maybe now people will consider his decision wise and maybe he may get the voice to his dreaming eyes. He had an unknown connection with every person who is alone he felt. He had sympathy for all those who he thought is alone in life and fighting every day for survival. If he could say anything, people would just ask him to be quiet or laugh at his words considering it as a joke. He felt that his individual identity is being blurred by his childhood and that is why he wanted to become an adult so that people could listen to him, for him his voice was lost in the crowd and now it was at the verge of getting banished. He used to see kaka daily, greet him and get back to work but never did kaka responded. Kaka was lost in his life, he just came to stare at Mukraaz daily and go home by the evening and come in the morning to see him again, this was his daily routine. Days passed, Mukhraaz wanted his kaka to talk to him. He shared everything with him, his daily life experiences but kaka used to give no reaction but glared. One day, Mukhraaz was not well, he was having a very high fever so he did not meet his kaka that day, kaka showed some reaction, he marched towards his hut and sat down on the chair aside the wooden bed in which Mukhraaz was lying.


Mukhraaz woke up and was very happy to see kaka, he felt alive, he said "kaka ji, today you showed love towards me. If you love me why don't you say anything, its been so many days kaka, I want to hear you, hug you, I feel the warmth of my dad in you, you gave me the maturity... Maturity which has love, which has responsibilities, you taught me to enhance my personality. Without saying anything you taught me everything, I want to hear from you, you gave me an identity, you listen to me and never laugh, talk to me kaka" kaka stood up and was ready to leave but he turned, he took a piece of paper and wrote something on it and gave it to Mukhraaz in his hands and left. Mukraaz was in a confused state, he did not know what had happened in just a few seconds. With a heavy heart, he opened the paper which was folded in a messy way, his eyes were full of tears and he could not stop crying, what was the thing that contained in the paper? In just a few seconds what did his kaka write and leave. Darker the night, Mukhraaz was sadder deep inside. The sun rays fell on his eyes and he woke up with a headache, he was not able to sleep that night. He woke up, took a bath and was ready to follow his casual routine. He went outside and served people. He came back, he looked into the mirror, he no longer made his hairstyles, he was a mature person from the next day, he collected all his savings, packed all his clothes and went to the bus station. He sat in a bus and smiled every millisecond, when the bus driver asked where do you want to go, he replied with a relief, where my destiny allows, on the second minute, a stranger came to him and said that the person whom he talked for hours was no more, he died yesterday night. This news gave a sudden smile to Mukhraaz's shining face and he said, "May his soul rest in peace, love you kaka" the stranger was not expecting this reaction and left thinking that he is a cruel man. Mukhraaz's bus left the place, the stranger saw a piece of letter, he opened that and read "Failure is the path of least persistence, I'm not afraid of dying, I will die today and my son you need not cry because emotions make you weak but smile gives you a better form of enhancing your identity, I will always love you but ours has your future by giving yourself to destiny not by pulling yourself in this situation of working too hard, Let your destiny decide your fate, take care". Stranger smiled and left. There is a Mukhraaz who struggles hard to find his identity in the initial stage of life and one his kaka who supports Mukhraaz's emotions by being a strong-emotional silent character.


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