King of slum are found in Treasure of junk
From Archive, I went far away from home with my typewriter in search of story. And you know the irony right the time you really want to write something. It’ll never happen. And see here I’m with a story.
Well I don’t know what happened I can’t get rid of my brain-fog as I remember that Saturday afternoon the weather was gloomy, I guess it was trying to mimic my mood. Pun! Not really but yeah, there was something about that day I still don’t know what happened and I found myself a bit naïve. Yeah! I had this feeling that I never wrote anything it is the first time I’m trying to write anything. So, in order to get out of this rut I decide to dig into the reason, but I couldn’t find one, then I put my AirPods on and went downstairs for tea. Yeah! Tea! As the day’s I’ve spent In Kolkata this Tea! I’ve spent my most happy and joyful moment’s here, and it’s not just the tea but it’s the conversation that gave me a different sense of Joy! Reach the stall DADA CHAI, Okay!
So, as sat there on bench with my chai, while listening Bellion’s album and trying to sing along but couldn’t as deep there in my mind I was having this conversation with myself that why? I’m not in my flow state so, that I can write something & the more I thought about the reason the more complicated it got. So, I decided not to think much and have a Kit-kat! Yeah, I desperately needed a break. So, I turned the music off. And took a sip. Well as I had the sip and looked above, I find a boy yes, A boy! Who was smiling by looking at the garbage of street’s as if he found sort of treasure, and trust me the way he was smiling I couldn’t take my eyes off from that boy and decided to keep a birds eye view. Once I finished my Tea! Didn’t even paid Rs10 to DADA and started walking toward the boy as I went close and close to the boy my sense of fascination turned into curiosity and as I reached that boy got a bit stunned and conscious. He though I’ll scold him or something like that his smile turned into fear which I could easily sensed from far away. So, i decided not just start the rapid fire session but rather make him comfortable first so, I laughed out loud at that boy! he got even more scared not because of my Devil-laugh but the reason behind of that laugh well then he nodded said! Bhaiya maff kren, kuch nahi liye hum. which means I’m sorry I’ve taken anything yet! So, without giving him the more uncomfortable moments I pat on his shoulder and said Chal!
Let’s go he was like where? I’ve to go home. And I kept my hand on his shoulder & took him along to DADA hmm the Tea stall! And said 2 chai! meanwhile the boy said one biscuit also so, gave bought him parle-g. now here I’m sitting with a boy half my age and having conversation about life. Me: so, what’s your name? Prince he said haha ‘Raja’ so, the young king what’s up? What you do? Well here comes the rant the boy. said, I work at dump yard. He told with Joy, and then he started telling me all the things he collected that day and while having the conversation he did not took his eye of my pen. And as I noticed I asked him you want this? He nodded and said yes! I want this PEN! I took a pause, and handed over the pen to that boy, and asked now what? What will you do with this pen? The boy told I’ll write a story, a story about myself and my life. That answer had me Sigh!! And I had tears rolling down from my eyes, not because the misfortune, but the tears of JOY! that day I saw a visionary in the eyes of that boy, he not only gave me the reason to hustle but he taught me that no one can stop you from dreaming and having a vision. Dreaming a better future is not something that only elites can have its ever beings right.
“Vision is the first step towards change.”
Well the moral of the story is you never know from when and where the story will arrive and knock your door. All you need to do is keep your streak alive, be the one who’s curious about everything don’t claim yourself that you know everything. as they say, “no two things are same.” Same is the principle of life. No two story can be same.
A Piece by:
Tauseef Feraz :)
