One More Please

Let me share this experience of mine with you all since I feel it’s one of the most cherished memories of my life. I was in a third grade and if my mathematics is not wrong, then was eight and a half year old. She was a second grade student. An auto rickshaw use to drop us to our home and she use to be the last kid to get down and I was last but one. One day it so happened that when everybody got down and I was about to, she kissed me on cheeks and said “I love you”. I was in awe. What was that!!! I could not able to understand for few minutes. And what to say back was just “I love you too” as I had heard in those movies but I was speechless. I got down as it was time to, but I was still thinking upon that. I thought of telling to mom that she said this to me and kissed me up but frankly speaking I would have done the blunder. I didn’t say anything. The next day, she did it again. And you won’t believe that what did I do? I kissed her back this time and said I love you too…..

It was a sheer act of my innocence and nothing else than that. This innocence continued for quite a long time till she changed the school after few months. And you know what, I met her quite recently and that’s too accidently. I wished I could ask her “One more please!!!!”

I Met The Einstein

A friend stopped it as the signal turned red. A little kid knocked on the glass of window and I slided it down. He popped his head in and with those flags in his hand he said “Babuji 2 rupee mein ye jhanda le lo”. There was a hardly any cloth on his body. The roadside rags were loosely tied to just cover his privates. His prima facie view triggered the faded thought in my nebulous memory. The thought about life. The absolute definition on it. I like those aphorisms on “Life” capturing pertinent thoughts of eminent people but they lack the symphony. But the deductions from their maxims appeal me to the highest degree that the definition of “Life” is not absolute. It’s relative. And as soon as I cherished the idea of relativity I got the definition of “Life”. It never existed in its concrete form. We are the person who should define it and that’s what the others have done. They have defined it for themselves. Those maxims are nothing more than their definitions and I should have my own. For that pauper who offered me that flag the definition is just some coins a day to meet his puny expenditure. And that is neither synchronous with yours and nor with mine just because it’s “Relative”.
I dropped 2 Rupees on his hand and got the one for me as it was an Independence Day eve. I thanked that little Einstein who taught me the Relativity of Life. The signal turned “Go”.