My Project : "My Wish My Desire" - 3

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 7^th 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…

My Project : "My Wish My Desire" - 2

Like every time I am again busy with my nomadness. Suddenly I saw a guy who is lean in his painting. The way he is working  attracts me a lot. People are standing around him but he is deeply involved in his painting. I saw him and move ahead. Though, I moved but my mind is still thinking about him. I thought I must talk with him but my second thought told me not to disturb him. He is busy in making different pictures and writing different sentence in stylish writing…

I back without talking to him but he made me think about him a lot. My mind kept on thinking about him. Day after day, I kept on thinking again and again…

I keep on imagining him with his brush, paint and stuff around him. The way he was painting, making him a good painter but how unfortunate he is… Sitting on the road and writing – I love you…miss you…love u mamma-papa etc…for people…

One fine morning I decide to meet him and talk to him. He is still indulging in his work. His face is hiding below cap and his hands are working with perfection…

Your work is very fine – I direct ask him.

Thanks – he reply even without look at me.

You do it by yourself or you are trained – my next question.

I am trained fine art student but doing all these work to serve my family. My parents spend lots of money in my education and now its my turn to fulfill their dreams. When I find that, my art is not able to earn enough money to serve my family I decide to do this work so that I could earn some money to give my family…

My Wish and desire is to become a famous painter but how can anyone survive without money ?

Left me with this question he starts his work again and soon he gets busy with his brush…