somebody called me from back and it was Kevin with his new R15. he was my class mate from nursery to 5 and i changed my school. a year ago we met in Facebook which unified us and our old memories.
so what are you doing he asked, i am doing my bachelors what about you i said .. he said he is doing job and boys talk begin
flash back started with those conversations..
i was in nearly 7 years of my life i think and i was eating my lunch. delicious mum made food from my tiffin box. a guy came near with his tiffin box, he asked if we could share our tiffins with one another. i said ok. we eat our first then it was kevin's turn. he opened his tiffin and it was a ladies finger with rice. i never liked vegetables specially ladies finger was literally untolerated from my family's gene..
i somehow managed to take a few spoons since he took mine and i had to neutralise it. days changed, my tiffin changed but his dint. and i was too much irritated my that ladies finger rice. but i never knew and dint have any idea of avoiding ladies finger of that guy and eat my tiffin alone which use to be chicken rice sometimes and haluwa sometimes, paraatha sometimes. we grew sharing our tiffin together. i sometime used to hide from him and eat my tiffin alone but he always use to wait for me to share his, which used to make me guilty and i stopped repeating it again.. that ladies finger on my small age used to make me feel i am trapped in hell.
adult kevin asked if i could go his home with him. his home now reminded me of his home. i said yes.. he kept me on his r15. and that rised seat was really too unfriendly with me.. i somehow managed to keep myself there and he drove towards his home
small kebin used to take me to his house frequently which was suitaited on sunaar gaaun.. and it was really a gaaun.. his house was made up of mud and his mum never allowed us to play inside in a fear that mud may crack and house may look disgraceful..nor outside in a fear that ladies finger plants may be damaged. outside his house there was lot of climbing plants . and i could see many ladies finger growing on it. his mum used to serve vegetable of ladies finger with bitten rice. and i used to only eat bitten one.. i never knew why was that love towards ladies finger so intense until i grew.. i used to take long breath seeing those plants of ladyfinger and thinking its too much to finish.
we finally reached his home. the mud house was already transformed to two storey cemented building. and his mother was near the gate giving a beautiful smile. aunty namaste, and she replied namaste babu,
did you recocnized me aunty. she said its little harder. who are you
i said pramod and she was too happy to see me…..
babu wait eat something before going.. it striked me the ladies finger memory.. she forced and i couldn't denied.. but this time there was a change in recipe .. she brought me potato chop with hot pickle which was really very incomparable to ladies finger.
after 5 i left the school.. small kevin with his watery eyes gifted me a hand made greetings.. i was the only friend of him and every body else used to tease him saying ladies finger boy..
after that i never saw him until today
we had lot of talks sometimes about other class mates.. sometimes about teachers and on and on…
it was time for me to leave…. and he came till his gate to say me a bye…
and when i turned to return the bye .. there still were few plants of ladies finger with few ladies finger hanging doing me bye with him. :)
