Dark in light

Looking back I stopped in the middle of a highway. The two buses were rushing from two directions and they were just past me faster. I fet rather cared, but stood still there having found no one over the other way. Within a few seconds I felt free and managed to cross the road across to the crowd where some people had been assembling since long.

People were in circle all around. All that I saw seemed quite strange and new to me. A boy around ten years was standing still over there. He had a dark face and two lovely eyes. The whole figure of the boy  was unspeakably shivering with the high fever. Not a dress on his body was found simply except a torn longyie in that hard cold winter day.

" What's wrong with you," I asked him plainly.

The boy went on crying all the more  and his eyes were all wet with tears. I once again asked, " Who did you wrong like this?"

Still the sobbing awfully kept him from saying anything he over and over again had been wishing to say. I felt it was really something unexplainable for the poor boy choked with so grievance.

I came nearer to him and felt his body temperature so high by putting my own hand on his forehead.

Oh Dear! it was most high.

A man just from his left side told, " he has a step mother and wants him with force to work in the field instead of putting him to learn to school with other happy children at this tender age of life.

" Oh Dear Lord!  I only heaved a long sigh and asked again, " Why did his step mother grow so cruel on the little boy?

She needs money not education. Some one from the opposite side replied this. But the real thing is that the boy wants to go to school to learn with his friends.The man explaoned it like this.

I couldn't stop myself from asking another question," Have his parents no light of education?

 No. they are day workers.

 It was just the time when his parents came to the boy panting. The father was a robust guy with curving black long mustach under long nose and eyes were red. He had a stick in his hand to punish him for his wrong doings. The step mother with a fiercing look got caught red handed and was dragging the boy forward. She began to abuse him grumbingly-" Don't you need to eat? Where does your food come from?

School will give us nothing. So,  Go to work for money." This is how the boy was ill-treated by her. She ignored us all and went away with boy paying no heed to our words.

People laughed at and felt insulted by the negative attitude towards learning.

The torture on him looked almost hard to me to endure. Finally they both like great philosophers said," Money is sweeter than honey."

 I got back home as it was the time for lunch.

Why are you so late?, asked my mother worriedly.

Just for the stress of work I was doing.I simply replied to her. 

Coming into my room I put on dresses up leaving off the formal ones. I brushed my teeth with a pinch of salt.I came up before a looking glass. I felt myself awfully sweating. I realised the reason for it. But I had nothing to do for it. Again I pulled myself together and comforted myself saying that I was just a poor fellow among all who were over there. Gradually I kept  myself quiet for the time being. I came to the washroom to have a good bath. I applied the soap all over my body and shampoo over my pretty hair.I usually used to do so, beause it wonderfully made me feel good. I would get back a new life doing all these at noon.

My mother was pretty conscious of all my concerns that used to drive me crazy.She had been patiently waiting for me to return from the the washroom. She made everything ready for my lunch before being to appear to her.I felt her a rare one as my mother. I tenderly said, Mom,my sweet, I don't like shrimp fried to eat.

Smilingly my mother said, you will have to have a gigantic head of a carb fish. I have only cooked just for you at noon within this  too high temperature.

Just for me without you,  Mom.I said with high respect.

Yea! You have two boiled potatoes, spicy sauce of tomatoes and just two eggs.

Oh my sweet, Mom, it is so exciting to me.

I told.

Poki