In Sunday evening I strolling on road. It’s cloudy and cold waves making it chillier. I am walking alone with my camera and looking here and there for pictures.
Suddenly a voice came from behind – Chhalni Garam… Chhalani (Hot corn)…
I turned and saw a small kid selling corns. He shows me some corns and said - please take one. Its only 10 Rupees and these are very sweet and soft. Please take one.
I look into his eyes, which are very innocent. I hallucinated by his eyes. I didn’t take corn but I feel like talking with him...
You always sell corn ? - I start chatting with him
No! Not whole day, I only come after school – He reply me and burning fire for corns…
And on Sunday ? - I asked
No! Not Sunday, but today my mother is not at home, so I come – he said looking at the pile of corns…
You like doing this work ? – It was again me...
Yes, I like – he smiled
I have so many questions for him, so I again asked - Why ?
He said –I like crowd, I like looking different sort of people.
I asked - How much would you earn in a day?
He seems satisfied to tell me that he earn 100-200 Rupees in a day…
You like studies ? – I asked
Yes, I like and I am in class 7th now – He proudly reply.
You like playing ? – I asked
He said with little shy - I like playing cricket.
You like travelling ? - I become more curious
Yes, I like – he said thinking.
Where you went earlier? – I inquired
He said, and heat up his hand with fire – One day I went to Haldwani, a big city with my father.
You like your place ? – I asked
I like but it is not big city – he said with little disappointment.
What your wish and desire to be in your life? – I again asked
He opened his eyes wide and said – I want to be a soldier. Then he again started his work…