The Child That I Was

The older the wiser; the aged the better understanding of concepts around you. It is sometimes so weird to think of things that you have done as a kid, more so sometimes even disgusting when an elder in the family discloses something nasty from the past in an all grown up cousin gathering.

I know of a kid who in her third or fourth standard of her school hated one of her classmates. She does not remember why, but she hated him to an extent that every day when her mother asked her to throw away the nirmalyam (flowers offered to God the previous day) in a place nobody would stamp on, she used to choose the same place every day and imagine it to be the boy’s grave and offer flowers to it. The kid was none other than me!

I feel crazy and weird as to why I did it, but I do not have an answer!

P.S:  Nobody knew about this until recently I told this to a friend of mine only to be called a lunatic.

Life - Part 2

Life is unfair to some people and more than fair for most of the masses. As my brother told me once, the irony of two people on a bicycle and a scooter is that even though the person on bicycle works harder than the other person, he never gets past him. Such is life. And as is, many people come into your life to be there for a period of it and just vanish in thin air as if they never existed. And some to leave a lasting mark and few you never knew existed as a part of your life. 

I usually buy fruits from a street vendor rather than from the supermarket just opposite to where she sits. When I went to her the other day after a long time, she inquired why she had not seen me for long and I explained her that I was out of the station. After the usual purchases, she paused a little before taking the money from me and looked at me expressionless. She showed me her thumb and told me that she had cut herself earlier in the day when she was trying to cut open a jackfruit. I looked at her with sympathy and could offer only a few words to be careful and took leave from her.

On my way back, I could not give up imagining about the closeness the vendor displayed. I see her once in a week or so or sometimes once in a month or so. I was surprised by her friendliness. (She usually chooses what I should buy!). But I was ashamed of myself for not having the presence of mind to buy her a band-aid from the shop a little distance away.