‘uth o, gute din gal enkei hui thakpi neki’, was the morning cacophony he came across right in his bed. Hugging the pillow under a blanket was something he could give up the world for, but the Hiroshima attacks from his mom did not let him be in bed for a minute more. He threw away the blanket in untold disappointment, and got ready for school. Days started the same way for him.
He was a careless rogue in school, or maybe not, but this is what people considered him to be. His dialect was different from the usual beings, which seemed as if cuss words were recently added to the Devanagiri script. He was a badass, with a ‘file’, which is a gang of similar boys. As age sprinted towards teenage, a few from the group got into relationships in school, a mere act for gaining popularity. But he continued to be the same, as he had to carry an image with him, that made him respectable among his fellowmen.
Ok, let me now name the ‘him’ that I have been blabbering away for so long. His name is Suraj, a mere lad floating in the clouds of expectations of his family. He was the eldest child, with a younger brother names Sonu. His dad was struggling to make ends meet, as both his boys grew up. So he was helped by their grandfather, who still had a stable income. Suraj used to stay with his ‘mama’ and attend school.
The ‘mama’ was another simple man, with a family of three, his wife ‘mami’, and their two daughters. ‘mama’ proved to be a harbinger of hope in that traditional, conservative family, as he has crossed his limits (according to family) or has broken useless barriers(according to Suraj) as he dared to marry someone of his choice. ‘mama’, when young, used to date ‘mami’, leaving Suraj with his friends in the common ground, during the Durga Puja festival. He used to be the middleman in a cosmetic+grocery items business where he picked up goods from a whole sale market to...
Please join StudyMode to read the full document