Personal Narrative: A Short Story

“An empty counter!” I said.
“Maybe the collector might gone for rest!” Jagan joked. “ The basket seller girl was looking in an astonished gaze to us. I saw the forest over the ticket counter. It was the back side of the station. Actually the station was constructed by deforesting the place. I and Raghu went to the tea stall. It was tough but Finally, I convinced Raghu to visit Deriki. Only one customer was sitting on a wooden bench. We stood front of a stall to moist our throat. Raghu was said, but it seems that he was feeling better in the new place. The shopkeeper was looking us with a squint eye. Just we stood front of the stall the shopkeeper folds his hand and said he unable to give us alms.” Jagan laughed loudly. “He thought you must
“Did they leave that place?” I asked again. “Raghu was standing outside. Already few young females have gathered outside. Some half naked children were along with them. They were looking surprisingly. Raghu solaced me. He said, might be my family moved somewhere else.” Jagan said. “I thought that can happen. They could move some elsewhere. I saw the broken parts of our hut falling on the floor. My memories about mother, brother and my childhood became more alive. But reality was different. I Came out of the hut to find some clue.” Jagan was nostalgic. A shadow of pain arose in his face. “Didn’t villagers give any information?” I asked.
“Yes, they did. The reality came just After,a few minutes.” Jagan said. “Few people gathered. They were whispering among themselves. One old man identified me. He recognised me as Baldev. At that time first Raghu came to know my original name. People wanted to know that how I survived from the sea. I understood that still they had believed that I sank in the sea. Raghu told a story as we planned before. The villagers believed that a monk rescued me and After,initiation I also became a monk.” Jagan stopped “What about your mother and brother?” I anxiously asked. Jagan was silent. After,almost a minute or two he broke
But my mother was not there. I asked them about my mother. I asked them the whereabouts of my brother. But they avoided my questions.” Jagan sighed. It was the silence of a few seconds. “Not only from my village had people from neighboring villages started coming. Finally, an old man came in front of me. He informed that After,I lost, my mother became mentally sick. The old man informed few years before she died. My brother also left the village. No one knew his address. One person told that he saw him once at the time of fishing at sea. But he didn’t know his address.” Jagan said. A pin drop silence