I got down from yet another crowded train which got empty just like other trains on the Nallasopara station . The local trains and its crowd was what the western side of Mumbai was famous for just like many other things.
I took a breath of relief as I was now able to breath a fresh air. I looked around to find my family, the small yet cute one with loving parents and to irritating younger siblings. I quickly took hold of my sister's hand who was quite sleepy after a whole lot of enjoyment at my nephew's birthday from where we are just coming from.
For a middle class family we did had a huge number of problems surrounding us but never had that smile vanished from my dad's face which showed enthusiasm and love for his family. we started walking outside the station to the car which was parked at a walking distance of 5 minutes from the platform.
11:55pm stated the watch of the station which I really doubted was correct or not as most of the time the watch would be dead . No offence to the railways but still the conditions of railways in India is not that good but yep i can say way too better than that of 7 years before when I had shifted here.
we walked towards the car, with my sister complaining "dad why do you have to park the car so far is it even needed? " and yawned . Her topaz eyes showed how much tired she was and would rather prefer to sleep even on this concrete road if allowed .
we laughed at her and soon were about to reach the destination but came to a standstill . well it was just me who stopped whereas my mom and dad who came at this time kept on walking whereas my siblings were way to sleepy to recognize the situations in hand.
The car was parked beside a footpath which a couple of families had considered it as their residence. this was common here in Mumbai but what made me shudder in fright and pitty was a number of kids sleeping on the road with a worn out saree covering them to save themselves from the cold which the night produces out of the blue in any of the season.
"dad how are we going to remove our car?" i asked to my dad who was now about to enter the car. the situation was horrible , on the back side of our car slept a fragile women with a baby bumb not more than i guess 5 or 6 months , and on the front of the car slept a very skinny old man who seemed as if he is died if not for his body which kept on rising and desecnding from his steady breath.
"we'll manage kid dont worry." my dad said matter of factly as if it was a daily thing or a regular question without any answer .
"no dad we need to wake them up, at one side we have a women who is about give birth to a new being and on the other side is a old man who might be waiting anciously for that small creature to come up." i said and went to the lady to wake her up . she wake up with frantic words "sir please sir the footpath was quite wet, my son droped water on it so we are sleeping here sir please dont arrest us." i shook her and looked into her eyes and said "its okay, you sleep here but we need to take out our car hope you dont mind."
she said a quick sorry and got up while my dad took out the car , while i wandered my eyes to the people sleeping on the road.
"hey thats my gun, wait and watch one day i will become just like salman khan , look i even i have musceles .... i will..will fig--ht you." a small kid said may be 7 or 8 years old . voicing his dreams , but then who would have heard that ?me?
ohh please lets be honest; for once even I had laughed at his thought , even though I had the same thought when I was once a kid , but then may be he would be having so many other dreams which i dont even know would ever come true.
may be my dream of working as a Ceo of a great organization would be way to small then his dream to have a house to stay in. i looked at my sister who was now sitting in the car and snuggling closer to me , waiting to reach home. life has promised her a warm bed and blankets, but what promise did this little boy's life gave him?
a footpath to sleep on , a small sister to play with or a huge jute bag to carry the plastic bottles to the 'kabadi wala' and earn what 4 or 5 bucks per bottle?
we have so many things to worry of and feel and think that our life is the most complecated ones .... but really walking out on the street just for five minuts on that september Night made me realise that i have way lot of things to be happy of , if these children and people could smile even for dreaming one of the most unexpected things, then why couldn't I...... Life gives us chance to learn many things and learning through books is not the only thing that it gives..... May be a bit of awareness is just what needed for a person to learn way too much of important things.
Hello everyone
Its Dreaming world here.
Hope you all like this story please let me know.
And for those who all want to read some more stories of mine then i am writing a novel on 'wattpad' the user name is Cuteminger there and the name of the novel is "and we fell in love" do check it out and leave ur beautiful and interesting views about it on my wall or pm me or comment.
For now happy reading and remember 'every oerson is special its just a hint that the Supreme pover that we call as god gives which we need to understand to know the speciality among us'
So till next update keep smiling.... Searching the special you and
Happy reading
I took a breath of relief as I was now able to breath a fresh air. I looked around to find my family, the small yet cute one with loving parents and to irritating younger siblings. I quickly took hold of my sister's hand who was quite sleepy after a whole lot of enjoyment at my nephew's birthday from where we are just coming from.
For a middle class family we did had a huge number of problems surrounding us but never had that smile vanished from my dad's face which showed enthusiasm and love for his family. we started walking outside the station to the car which was parked at a walking distance of 5 minutes from the platform.
11:55pm stated the watch of the station which I really doubted was correct or not as most of the time the watch would be dead . No offence to the railways but still the conditions of railways in India is not that good but yep i can say way too better than that of 7 years before when I had shifted here.
we walked towards the car, with my sister complaining "dad why do you have to park the car so far is it even needed? " and yawned . Her topaz eyes showed how much tired she was and would rather prefer to sleep even on this concrete road if allowed .
we laughed at her and soon were about to reach the destination but came to a standstill . well it was just me who stopped whereas my mom and dad who came at this time kept on walking whereas my siblings were way to sleepy to recognize the situations in hand.
The car was parked beside a footpath which a couple of families had considered it as their residence. this was common here in Mumbai but what made me shudder in fright and pitty was a number of kids sleeping on the road with a worn out saree covering them to save themselves from the cold which the night produces out of the blue in any of the season.
"dad how are we going to remove our car?" i asked to my dad who was now about to enter the car. the situation was horrible , on the back side of our car slept a fragile women with a baby bumb not more than i guess 5 or 6 months , and on the front of the car slept a very skinny old man who seemed as if he is died if not for his body which kept on rising and desecnding from his steady breath.
"we'll manage kid dont worry." my dad said matter of factly as if it was a daily thing or a regular question without any answer .
"no dad we need to wake them up, at one side we have a women who is about give birth to a new being and on the other side is a old man who might be waiting anciously for that small creature to come up." i said and went to the lady to wake her up . she wake up with frantic words "sir please sir the footpath was quite wet, my son droped water on it so we are sleeping here sir please dont arrest us." i shook her and looked into her eyes and said "its okay, you sleep here but we need to take out our car hope you dont mind."
she said a quick sorry and got up while my dad took out the car , while i wandered my eyes to the people sleeping on the road.
"hey thats my gun, wait and watch one day i will become just like salman khan , look i even i have musceles .... i will..will fig--ht you." a small kid said may be 7 or 8 years old . voicing his dreams , but then who would have heard that ?me?
ohh please lets be honest; for once even I had laughed at his thought , even though I had the same thought when I was once a kid , but then may be he would be having so many other dreams which i dont even know would ever come true.
may be my dream of working as a Ceo of a great organization would be way to small then his dream to have a house to stay in. i looked at my sister who was now sitting in the car and snuggling closer to me , waiting to reach home. life has promised her a warm bed and blankets, but what promise did this little boy's life gave him?
a footpath to sleep on , a small sister to play with or a huge jute bag to carry the plastic bottles to the 'kabadi wala' and earn what 4 or 5 bucks per bottle?
we have so many things to worry of and feel and think that our life is the most complecated ones .... but really walking out on the street just for five minuts on that september Night made me realise that i have way lot of things to be happy of , if these children and people could smile even for dreaming one of the most unexpected things, then why couldn't I...... Life gives us chance to learn many things and learning through books is not the only thing that it gives..... May be a bit of awareness is just what needed for a person to learn way too much of important things.
Hello everyone
Its Dreaming world here.
Hope you all like this story please let me know.
And for those who all want to read some more stories of mine then i am writing a novel on 'wattpad' the user name is Cuteminger there and the name of the novel is "and we fell in love" do check it out and leave ur beautiful and interesting views about it on my wall or pm me or comment.
For now happy reading and remember 'every oerson is special its just a hint that the Supreme pover that we call as god gives which we need to understand to know the speciality among us'
So till next update keep smiling.... Searching the special you and
Happy reading
