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…
