Small Broaken Road
It was a small road in a small village, around which there were trees. Behind the trees, there was a school building. If you continue walking on that road, you will come to a hospital where Doctor Sahib used to sit, who used to give medical advice to everyone. Used to give the same kind of bitter advice. He did not have any sweet medicine. You used to have to eat sugar immediately after the medicine, but now that Doctor Sahib does not know that this is a very old thing.
There was nothing special about that road, but I don't know why I don't forget that road, there was an electric pole at one end of it. When it was night, the bulb would light up and all the children would play under it, when it would rain heavily, there would be water on the road and we would take our boats and go down into the river on the road, I don't know why I remember that road, that pillar, There was a child there who was probably still sitting leaning against the tree, the one who used to spend the whole afternoon under the tree. He loved the village, that road and the birds there. He loved that village where there was peace and tranquility.
Perhaps he was still searching for the school fees which he had lost somewhere on the way, the whole afternoon had passed. He was tired of searching but he could not find the money, without money, he could neither go to school nor home, I don't know how many times he came and went on the road, he kept looking at the sun, again and again, to see if it had set. Don't go. If it drowns then how will the money be found in the darkness? But what does the sun know? So he drowned... He got upset and sat leaning under the pillar...
Maybe he's still sitting there...
It was a completely ordinary road.
The same boy who could not come with me to the city used to lie to his classmates that all the birds whose nests were in the trees on the roadside were his friends and when the other boys were not there, the birds would come down from the trees. They come and play together, everyone used to say that this is a lie. How is this possible? Everyone said that if it is so then we will sit hidden and see how the birds come down, all the boys hid in the bushes and that boy sat under the tree, the birds did not come, how did the birds know who he was, but he sat Stayed. Maybe he is still sitting. Leaned against the same tree. He was watching the birds to see when they would come down and play with him... Those birds were his friends but they did not come and all the boys started laughing at him.
That boy was a very liar. He also used to say that I am brave and I can fight many people alone. After vacation, while walking on the same road, four boys beat him badly and even broke the buttons of his shirt, he used to slap him and He was searching for his buttons on the ground.
“Wait, let me pick up the button, wait, wait a minute… this… this is my pocket. Look look. Leave the pocket.”
The pockets were also torn, and the buttons were also broken.
“Now tell me, you knew great karate. You could have fought with many people, now tell me.” And those boys went away. He searched for the buttons when he found all the buttons, he realized that his elbow was also bleeding...
He sat there on the roadside and started crying, perhaps he is still sitting there crying...
How could I bring him along? He himself was very stubborn even though the situation in the village was no longer the same as before.
It happened that a cruel god captured the village along with his henchmen, a dark night of oppression had set in, and the sun would rise but there was no day, in a dark black night, in which if anyone wanted to bring light, he would be punished, The poor, frightened people were now slowly leaving the village, termites were now licking the walls, the village and the streets which used to be smiling with the noise of children all day long, were now She would be sobbing in desolation, even though the pillar under which the children used to play every evening was sad.
The road had become more broken and bushes had also started growing around it, now only Dev's followers and a few other people were left in the village and the oppression continued. The houses of the opponents were being demolished and people could not do anything against that god, what could the poor people do, that one evening when the servants of the god came and asked us to vacate the house, yes that house. Every brick of which was laid with love, those walls which knew the machinists, the machinists knew the walls, that house had to be vacated, so the things were packed, but that boy was sitting on the side of the same broken road. Where now there were only bushes. The school was closed and the bitter medicines that Doctor Sahib used to give were no longer available, but still the boy was sitting there. I explained to him a lot that look, these people are very cruel, now it is not possible for us to survive here, what can we poor people do against these cruel people, get up my dear, now there is only desolation here, there is no school or hospital here and your Now all our friends have left this village so we too will have to go. But he did not agree, he thought that the birds were his friends so he would stay there and he remained on the same broken road… and I came to the city.
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