The Child I kept dreaming about
Done for the day, we walked out of college. Fooling around, giggling on our non- sensible jokes, and wolf whistling around.Ghossping about somebody and cribbing about why someone hasn’t come …Hmm……..Our everyday walk.
As we reached the college gate, we noticed a big crowd of college youth gathered around with heads bend watching something, chatting, talking….we wondered, what it was and what could it be.Yeah inquisitive birds that we are. We pushed our selves in the crowd and watched what the scene was. O.k. seller selling something….
A couple dressed in a Rajasthani wardrobe making chains of different colorful letters. A Creative technique. So many youth around. All of them demanding their chains to be made quick, this alphabet with this colour, this string with that word..heheh…The couple I am sure, made a good heavy business that afternnon. Even Shamu and Chrysel waited to get their name chain done. I wanted to make one too. But I realized Andy had already made one for me. She met us out as we were waiting and showed me that. She got it done a day back. How cool! Thanks Andy. I just waited and watched my other folk’s get their stuff done. Impressive it was.
On a large mat on the floor, colorful lettered beads around, colorful strings, a candle and something moe that I can’t recall.
The weather was hot and the number of people increased. I got out from that small gathering and walked ahead to wait for them in a place I could breath propely.As I jus walked few steps ahead something caught my eyes…A sight that I still think of this day. A creation I so felt attached too and just wanted to hold on too. Something amazed me about that little thing.
It was nothing but a baby. A baby boy. I guess who would be around 12-14 months old. Dressed in a red shirt, snort rolling down his cute little nose. Chubby and adorable he was…He sat there on the ground and I realized not only me but there were other students also waving to him and walking away. Somebody’s Child he was... Don’t know what happened to me, but I fell in love with that child. Something drew me real close to him. I wanted to hug him tight and actually get him home with me. Stood there and just watched him. He wasn’t alone there, he had his sister sitting just next to him and wondering who this mad lady was. Standing in front of him, I started making all those funny noises that one usually makes to capture the attention of a little child. Awww..But that child was extraordinarily brillainat..He smiled at me and kept smiling. His cheeks though not rosy red still so enchanting. I forgot about Shamu, Harshu, Chrysel all of them. Just felt very attached to that child. I asked that babys sister what would he eat. And she answered me saying Chocolate...Hmmm …chocolate. I was sure she spoke for herself and not for my little baby. But that little one had not a single tooth.Yeah he really dnt have…By now I was down, just about to be on bended knees and I noticed he dnt have any. .So I wondered…..I went across and got a pack of Parle biscuits and I handed it to the girl. I told her to break it into little pieces and feed it to him. I gave her the pack and she just kept it.. I kept on telling her to open it and start feeding him. She looked at him with that dirty look as if she wanted to tell me, U need not feed him, and get me something better than this pack of silly biscuits. I was getting so fried up. That child kept on looking at me. He smiled…He had the pack in his mouth now, was chewing on it. I wanted to get it out and open it up. But couldn’t do so. I was enjoying every minute of my encounter with that baby. Chubby and cute he was. A cherubic smile on his face. Not bothered of what life has in stored for him tomomro..Smiling and just capturing attention.
Finally, my folks got their chain done and they walked ahead. And they saw me with that little one. A he did capture their attentions too, but again for me this child wasn’t just another street kid I seen. He seemed to be something totally amazing and beautiful. They asked me to hurry up but I dnt want to leave him at all. Wanted to cuddle him in my arms and get him home.My little baby brother I would tell my ma... At the same time wanted to slap his sister for not feeding him. Selfish kid that I am. Clicked cute pictures of that baby making passers by wonder...Awwwww….Felt like putting him a black kajal on his forehead, cheeks, everytwhere...no evil eye to be cast on him. He was truly a wonderful creation.
We began our everyday walk to station. And I kept discussing that child, thinking about it. I reached home and he was still on my mind. I have no clue what was it that made me feel so attached to him. I dnt want to know it either. I was just too happy being around that child and watching him. I thought of him the nite I went to sleep and hoped to seem him the next day.
Morning came and we reached college.Nahh he wasn’t there and I made a mention of it to my folks. They say maybe in the afternoon. I hoped. Lectures ended and out we came...
My angel. My teddy. That child was there…..he was dressed in the same red shirt, no pants…awwww….Hamm…with a leaf in his hand that he chewed upon…
I stood there for sometime….I missed seeing him on the 1st day that he was there, when Andy got the chain done. I wondered where I was then. A 2nd day of my meet with that baby boy…..I stood the same place. I watched the same smile……
And walked away…
Done for the day, we walked out of college. Fooling around, giggling on our non- sensible jokes, and wolf whistling around.Ghossping about somebody and cribbing about why someone hasn’t come …Hmm……..Our everyday walk.
As we reached the college gate, we noticed a big crowd of college youth gathered around with heads bend watching something, chatting, talking….we wondered, what it was and what could it be.Yeah inquisitive birds that we are. We pushed our selves in the crowd and watched what the scene was. O.k. seller selling something….
A couple dressed in a Rajasthani wardrobe making chains of different colorful letters. A Creative technique. So many youth around. All of them demanding their chains to be made quick, this alphabet with this colour, this string with that word..heheh…The couple I am sure, made a good heavy business that afternnon. Even Shamu and Chrysel waited to get their name chain done. I wanted to make one too. But I realized Andy had already made one for me. She met us out as we were waiting and showed me that. She got it done a day back. How cool! Thanks Andy. I just waited and watched my other folk’s get their stuff done. Impressive it was.
On a large mat on the floor, colorful lettered beads around, colorful strings, a candle and something moe that I can’t recall.
The weather was hot and the number of people increased. I got out from that small gathering and walked ahead to wait for them in a place I could breath propely.As I jus walked few steps ahead something caught my eyes…A sight that I still think of this day. A creation I so felt attached too and just wanted to hold on too. Something amazed me about that little thing.
It was nothing but a baby. A baby boy. I guess who would be around 12-14 months old. Dressed in a red shirt, snort rolling down his cute little nose. Chubby and adorable he was…He sat there on the ground and I realized not only me but there were other students also waving to him and walking away. Somebody’s Child he was... Don’t know what happened to me, but I fell in love with that child. Something drew me real close to him. I wanted to hug him tight and actually get him home with me. Stood there and just watched him. He wasn’t alone there, he had his sister sitting just next to him and wondering who this mad lady was. Standing in front of him, I started making all those funny noises that one usually makes to capture the attention of a little child. Awww..But that child was extraordinarily brillainat..He smiled at me and kept smiling. His cheeks though not rosy red still so enchanting. I forgot about Shamu, Harshu, Chrysel all of them. Just felt very attached to that child. I asked that babys sister what would he eat. And she answered me saying Chocolate...Hmmm …chocolate. I was sure she spoke for herself and not for my little baby. But that little one had not a single tooth.Yeah he really dnt have…By now I was down, just about to be on bended knees and I noticed he dnt have any. .So I wondered…..I went across and got a pack of Parle biscuits and I handed it to the girl. I told her to break it into little pieces and feed it to him. I gave her the pack and she just kept it.. I kept on telling her to open it and start feeding him. She looked at him with that dirty look as if she wanted to tell me, U need not feed him, and get me something better than this pack of silly biscuits. I was getting so fried up. That child kept on looking at me. He smiled…He had the pack in his mouth now, was chewing on it. I wanted to get it out and open it up. But couldn’t do so. I was enjoying every minute of my encounter with that baby. Chubby and cute he was. A cherubic smile on his face. Not bothered of what life has in stored for him tomomro..Smiling and just capturing attention.
Finally, my folks got their chain done and they walked ahead. And they saw me with that little one. A he did capture their attentions too, but again for me this child wasn’t just another street kid I seen. He seemed to be something totally amazing and beautiful. They asked me to hurry up but I dnt want to leave him at all. Wanted to cuddle him in my arms and get him home.My little baby brother I would tell my ma... At the same time wanted to slap his sister for not feeding him. Selfish kid that I am. Clicked cute pictures of that baby making passers by wonder...Awwwww….Felt like putting him a black kajal on his forehead, cheeks, everytwhere...no evil eye to be cast on him. He was truly a wonderful creation.
We began our everyday walk to station. And I kept discussing that child, thinking about it. I reached home and he was still on my mind. I have no clue what was it that made me feel so attached to him. I dnt want to know it either. I was just too happy being around that child and watching him. I thought of him the nite I went to sleep and hoped to seem him the next day.
Morning came and we reached college.Nahh he wasn’t there and I made a mention of it to my folks. They say maybe in the afternoon. I hoped. Lectures ended and out we came...
My angel. My teddy. That child was there…..he was dressed in the same red shirt, no pants…awwww….Hamm…with a leaf in his hand that he chewed upon…
I stood there for sometime….I missed seeing him on the 1st day that he was there, when Andy got the chain done. I wondered where I was then. A 2nd day of my meet with that baby boy…..I stood the same place. I watched the same smile……
And walked away…
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One of those innumerable situatiouns where u want to do smthn but can't, al u do is just stop and stare and wonder...
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