The Steps

The Steps

At times we walk down the street and many thoughts are running in our minds, but hardly have they come out. Today I am starting to write those thoughts which many times stuck in my mind: make me laugh; sometime make me sad, sometime embarrassing and many times angry over some acts.

THE STEPS is all about those running thoughts which usually let me think over those dimensions which are still to be discovered. Well! I want to make one thing clarify that it’s not a boring type of story and neither it’s a fiction. It’s just a simple set of thoughts which are converted into Black and White by Me.

I am doing so because I want to express myself properly. ” Ohh! Let me tell the truth “ is what saying my Inner soul, Should I hear the Voice of my Inner soul. Yap Of course!!  I am writing this just because someone told me to do this and shown a sort of confidence in me. That’s why I am writing.

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•        A  Girl with a School Bag

The very first story when I have started to write is about the little girl with a school bag, I would like to tell you that the title of the story is just not inspired by the Story A Girl With a Basket. I am not that kind of great person to even copy that note...

It’s just a simple story about the Little girl and Me.

Last Monday I wake up on the alarm tone and did the toothbrush, and slept again. As I usually do, not only me but most of people of our generation do this. Any way again a war between my dreams and daily routine was won by the daily routine. Work is Calling was the winning note by The Daily Routine. Finally I had to rise up and got myself running for the coaching early in the morning. 

Heard the song while having a bath "subah subah Ye kya hua" sung by Zubine. Such an inspiring song!

I started my day.

Had the breakfast and headed off for the coaching as I usually did in these days , it was my daily routine then. I was just thinking about the girls in collage specially the one who sits just in front of my bench. She was really cute and her dress sense was just awesome. I never seen anyone well dressed like her. She was running in my mind from a few days since she talked to me.

In the past I never had a conversation, not even a Hi-hello. (Not only Her but to any girl in this whole world before, Yap! Seems too big to be true that I had been far away from the other world).I was sitting in the class when she came to me. I was indulged in making the freaking math’s questions to be cracked. As she came to me and said” Excuse me! Are you going for Bunk ?”. I being Mr. Mice got hurdled between my thoughts of sea and my slipping tongue. I flubbed my tongue and replied "no!" well that’s not something interesting, the hair which was coming on her face again and again was taking me out of this world and her white top paired with a perfect fit capri was expressing an extra glow with her simple no makeup face and off course her beauty of dress cannot be expressed without her perfect match sandles made of red ribbons as if two x letters are slicked to it.

Meanwhile I realized that a little girl was accompanying me. She was near about 8 or nine years, appeared from somewhere down the street, started taking a walk with me. She was so pretty and looking as cute as all the 8 year old girls do. She just took a look at me. When she did this, I noticed her curly hairs which were making her beauty Starifying.at the same time her face was telling me hundreds of stories about her struggles which she faced off this early morning. I saw her heavy bag, she might have been returned from her coaching classes and heading off to school. I took two steps ahead of her she was so pretty that she deserved another look from me. But this time i noticed she is having trouble with her bag a normal thought is that I might have been helped her but what I did? I ignored due to the common sense that "everyone has to bear heavy bags in this era”. but till then I didn't noticed that  she is competing with me. And getting such a tiny competitor was a point of shame for me because my legs are of same height as that of her complete body height. As we walked 10 steps she took her steps quickly and went ahead of me. As she went ahead of me I saw her heavy bag. I estimated that she was in 3^rd of 5^th class but caring just two third of her own weight on her shoulders. I began thinking, I thought that this girl may be anything in the future but she won’t be a little girl in the future.. but why she is forced to carry such a weight of future “today”. I went on thinking that I was not like that I enjoyed my child hood, as all the children of our time did, I played cricket, teased our neighbors, we burnt the curtons of Mr.singh by the Mirchi bum, snatched the Gamcha’s of people swimming in Ganga G. we played  chupa chupi, chorshipahi, gilli dunda, kanche, rassi kud, football and thousands alike things, but look at the little girl would she ever know even the names of those games, which we played once. Seeing her condition I thought, no! she would never..

During this thought I just taken a look at her face she was looking so serious. I felt, it was so because she was heading off to school after the coaching early in the morning. I noticed that she was so serious like "Monalisa of Leonardo Da' Vinci". But she was not mysterious like the famous Mona. But one thing was sure that she was looking as mature as did "Lionardo Da vinci". She was just so cute but so much goal oriented and reminding me of VIRU Saharstra BuDDHE an interesting villain of the famous movie 3Idiots. She was also competing with me like him, when I get a step ahead of her she gets her speed double, and over takes me..

I was walking normally as I had no sense of racing with a 3^rd grader. But unfortunately she started the battle, I thought If I'll walk faster she will get her swords down but I had a misconception about her, she behaved like a Knight , though she was not a competitor of me cause I could walk 2 times faster than her, but as I said she was a knight and started MOTO GP with me, I was also IN the mood after 30 steps I get myself assured that I cannot win this race with walking fast so I accelerated my legs, and her 11no buses powered with breakfast were also putting all her pressure what she could generate from her 1 girl powered generator, till 45 or 60 seconds we walked side by side but my male Ego knocked my head and I thought that I am not going to lose this one.. I have to win and Jessy Owens arised from my innersole and I started walking as fast as I could but Miss farrata was having same feelings for her too, she wasn't in a mood to leave this off so again a fear of losing the race nodded me and the evil In me forced me to do something unethical and after that what I did?

Well! That is the point that people have to think.

Ok! 

ok! 

No prize for guesses.

I started running after every two steps. and as She noticed me doing this she just said her First words to me.

Ayee!!!     Cheating mat karo..

Then for a second I got into deep thoughts, imagine such a small girl of just 8 or 9 years having such a heavy bag competing not only with me but to the whole system of our society which forced her to go beyond her dreams and do just some materialistic things that she need not to do in that age. But this is the world! the freaky freaky world.

while thinking I just giggled to and had a smile on face that what i was doing, I take a look at the girl's face she was still having trouble with the heavy bag then I helped her handling her bag I took the bag from her though she didn't want me to do so but any how i convinced her to let me help her

And since then she is in my mind though I didn’t know her but one thing is sure that she is a good runner now because she is running my mind every time and I became a bad shooter as I miss her all the time walking alone….