We have a vendor, started his business few years ago, from the very first day I have been watching him sell CHAI, an Indian supplement for drug and anti depression. I don’t know what ingredients actually falls into the subject but his tastes better than what I make. A small corner of unhygienic platform turned around to be a bran today. Everyone know the TAPARI named by him.
What coincidence of finding that today, i was heading back from my morning walk, small breathing and durability of running so long after a long.
A lot of things were running my head but only thing which I faced was the new paper, a single roll of newspaper and commentary passing through the table.
Secularism and liberation was being discussed and a lot of topic followed like how woman cricket finally was making its place. Fascinating I thought, I have always imagined my country by this. I have always made many efforts but what was happening today was effortless.
The AnNa recognised me, greeted me with a smile and offered me a small cup of tea. Reminding me of my college days! Beautiful. I took a sip of his tea and memories ran across my mind. Suddenly I was taken back to the days when I used to come there with Bhaiya and dragon.
‘ aur bitto kya kar rahi ho ajkal? Aur bhaiya kaha hai’ asked he!
Escalating towards him I asked ‘ Mujhe pehchan gaye aap?’
‘ arey apke bhaiya ke bhut upkar hai apki bahut baat karte hai, apka phuto dikhate the aur kehte hai bahut fakra hai aap paar, ek din collector banwayenge apko ‘ amused at the sentence a stream of tears ran my eyes but I controlled.
‘ thik hai Anna bahar Gaye hai padhai aage karne ‘
‘ aur padhenge ‘ he was shocked.
‘ haan’ I laughed too.
‘ unhone mujhe bhi padhna sikhaya tha!’ Proudly said he.
Small things which I have missed while I was driving myself crazy into the crops of illusions. A sense of relief that my brother have set a great example for me. A sense of happiness that people still have heart.
I ran back to home just to find that he had dropped me a Rakhi gift and have a strict note on to open it only at the day.
Excited that I am looking at the box and guessing. I have buzzed me countless times to tell me what is inside that but he won’t. He never does.
I am sitt gn in front of his picture in my room, missing him and remembering the headlines of newspaper and the taste of CHAI in my tongue.