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Mon 19 October, 2020 ( about 5 years ago )
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The rain was getting heavier followed by the hailstorm. Despite the turmoil in the background, Krishna was lost in silence
"I’ll drop Suju to his boarding school on my motorbike. Reema will assist me in running our grocery shop." Krishna was lost in his thoughts lying on the cemented chautari. The sun was slowly setting down the horizon. He had not yet managed to procure the eggs and pulses which Reema had asked him to get for Suju, their only child. The chirping of the birds returning to their nests distracted him. Krishna was sad this evening. The amount he had yet to pay to the shop had already exceeded and the shopkeeper had warned Krishna he would only give him stuff for cash now. But Krishna didn't have enough money to buy what he was supposed to. He only has Rs 50. It had just been a week since he received his salary. But it was already consumed. He had bought Reema a new sari and a cycle for Suju.
When he reached the shop, which was near his home, he asked the shopkeeper to give him a kilogram of pulses and five eggs, showing the 50 rupees note he had. The shopkeeper grumbled that the money wasn’t enough for what he wanted to buy. Krishna requested the shopkeeper to add the remaining money to his account. The shopkeeper denied. With a heavy heart, he reached home with just a couple of eggs and half a kilogram of pulses. That night, Krishna’s mind went wild. There were only two eggs for the family of three. It was Krishna who didn’t eat. Maybe his paunch was packed with some other things. Maybe it was poverty ? That night, Krishna’s mind went wild. He asked himself a lot of questions but in reply, only silence came, followed by tears. Krishna used to console himself, "Good days will come". But when? Had his father saved some property. That was the money he had saved to pursue the dream to fly to Qatar and earn a decent living for his family. The night passed miserably for Krishna. Tomorrow, he had to buy healthy food, full of protein, for his little son, Suju. Suju was not as strong as other kids. Krishna's promise to buy his wife a necklace seemed to fade from his memory.
11:43pm. Krishna took out a Khukuri cigarette and walked out into the balcony. The first puff of the cigarette warmed his cold heart but it did not last. He used to hear clattering on the first floor but it was not quite enough to distract his mind, which was full of frustration. Suddenly, he got lost in his thoughts. One after the other, these questions arose in his mind. And they seemed to never end. His alcoholic father had sold away all their land to pay away debt. Given he was only educated until the sixth standard, a decent job was hard to come by. Every summer, their family of three shared a single bed on the ground floor to avoid the disturbance caused by the rain and the hailstorm upstairs. The rain was getting heavier followed by the hailstorm. Despite the turmoil in the background, Krishna was lost in silence. He drew out the last stick of his cigarettes from his pocket to ease his annoyance. But how would a cigarette help? The water drops falling in front of him fuelled his trauma, increasing his urge to repair the roof. "
He raised this question, but another question arose in the nick of time that overshadowed the previous one. How can I think of repairing the house when there’s no food to eat tomorrow, he mourned. The cigarette had already died up but the questions in his mind never stopped arising. "Suju will grow up one day. He must have a good education to compete with the people around the globe. He may even demand a motorcycle when he grows up." he has to sleep well and strive in the early morning in order to feed his son, Suju and wife, Reema. Myna’s chirping served as an alarm to him. The Sun has risen along with his hope. Krishna strides towards the furniture shop, as usual, bidding a good-bye to his loved ones.
