He is an avid reader.
Novels then, old chats now. 😐
He is an avid reader.
Novels then, old chats now. 😐
If you live in India or have ever traveled to India in the second decade of 21st century, you would have found a lot of places having fancy street foods, specially, in the metropolitan cities like, New Delhi, Mumbai and Bengaluru.
If you exclude the posh areas of New Delhi and NCR(National Capital Region), and then walk on a very normal street/roads which connects welfare housing societies, you are likely to easily spot the following roadside options like, Ice-Cream tricycles, Open roof stalls of Sugarcane Juice, roasted corn and maybe the push-truck(thela) tickiwala(also called, Chaatwala).
An addition to this group is the roadside “Gol-Gappe”(also called PaniPuri). Now, what’s PaniPuri? It consists of a round, hollow puri, fried crisp and filled with a mixture of flavored water (known as imli pani), tamarind chutney, chili, chaat masala, potato, onion or chickpeas. The complete setup on which Gol-Gappe, Pani and other spices are placed is very easy to carry and move, and also can be quickly placed anywhere and can start selling it back. Now you are thinking, why I am writing about all this stuff? Here’s why.
Every evening when I am traveling back home from work, in the last part of the transit I have to make a 20 minutes walk to get to my apartment. In these 20 minutes, starting from getting down from the auto, finding the Panwari(guy who sells Paan, which is made up of betel leaf with areca nut) and cigarettes(which is sold more than the paan these days), interestingly, his wife also sits during late hours to keep the business up. Some 200 steps ahead, I find the Ice-Cream tricycles from Vadilal, Kwality Walls, Creambell and newly famous Havmor, which is expensive to my pocket. 😛
After 5 minutes, I find a little boy selling Gol-Gappe at the corner of the right turn of the road. I walk towards him, and ask for the rates. He replies, “4 pieces for 10 bucks”. I said, “Can I have it?”, he offers me a dona(which is a paper bowl). The Panipuri tasted amazing!! 😀
Yesterday evening, I left early from work and while getting back home, I met the boy again. He is 3/4 of my height, considering I am not tall, so he looks short. He should be around 10-12 years of age. I asked him, “What’s your name?”. He replies with a smile, “Vansh Gupta”. I asked him if he goes to school, he replies “Yes, I go to school”. With a thought on how he gets time to study, I asked “When you study or do your homework?”, he says “during night, after having dinner”.
I asked him if I can take his picture which I will share on internet with my writing. He shakes his head with a smile. 🙂 I said “Okay, can I take picture of your setup?” And he says “Yes” this time. I also checked with him, “So, where are you from and who else are you in your family?”, to which he replies, “I am Mirzapur(in Uttar Pradesh), and here I have my father and brother who also sell Gol-Gappe, whereas my mother lives in hometown(Mirzapur)”.
He has friends of same age. They also sell Gol-Gappe. One is Rajkumar and another is Komal. I have ate Panipuri from them too. 🙂 Komal is the smart one, like a leader among these boys. I think he likes momos because I have found him eating momos a couple of times. Whereas, Vansh is the good-looking one. But they all are very simple and happy going boys. 🙂
At the age of 12, helping family to earn enough so as to get one time meal is really unbelievably appreciable. Just think about the sacrifices they have been making, like missing their mother, not playing outside in evening so that they help their father and surely not able to spend enough time to learn and study so that in future they don’t need to sell Panipuri.
The least you can offer is a Smile 🙂 to them, do not see them as someone lesser than you and just be good and motivate everyone around you. Life is not easy for everyone.
She used to write Him,
He used to read.
And this way two friends used to communicate.. 🙂
And I think its time for her,
its time to be happy again.
She has got someone,
someone She knows She can text at any hour
and tell absolutely anything.
She knows they are trustworthy
and it is the best feeling She had after long. 🙂 ❤
He is someone
who still text her
when She hasn’t replied for hours.
He watches her
giving other people attention
while She ignore’s him.
He just handles all the bullshit
She throws at him
and in the end
He still loves her. 🙂
Many of us have become so dependent upon that little palm-sized three ounce piece of technology we call our smartphones, that just the mere thought of losing it, we’d go out of our minds. I’ve seen many a time, people reacting as if they dropped a baby when in actual they drop their phone.
It was one of the evening of spring here in Delhi, when I lost my phone. That was moment of pure horror. As a regulation, I was trying to feel my phone in the pocket and got a shock when I failed to find it. It was a mini heart attack, my heart skipped a beat or two. I stood frozen for a second and started to think when I used the phone last time & when I felt it in my pocket last.
I checked nearby on the road but of course there was nothing there. I started heading back home. I had to let someone know that I had lost my phone. I felt helpless and very, very sad and i was knowing that its gone. All those special texts, friends contact number, those pictures which i didn’t backed up, that music library, all were gone with my phone. By the time I had reached home I was exhausted from the tug of war going on inside my brain and thankfully fell into a dreamless sleep.
I remember my friend was calling my phone and it was switched off, but the next morning I still tried to call the number and the response was the same. Its being a long time since I lost my phone, but i remember, after a week when I had lost my phone, I asked one of my college mate to call my number and check if by any chance someone picks it up. Its just like you start to count 1 + 1 on your finger tips because maybe by any chance the sum can be 3.
If you ever lose your phone, you do feel a sense of loss and disconnect. You start noticing how often you reach for it to check it and when you’re with your friends you’ll especially notice it, especially if your friends are so connected.
But before losing my phone I had no clue how connected I was with my friends and the world at all times. I never realized how much I text messaged my friends. I used to reach into my pocket at least 20 times to check a phone which was not even vibrating.
After a couple of weeks, things started to settle down, slowly I again resumed my work. After few months I started using one of the phone which was give to me by my friend.
I just lost my phone which was close to my heart but I will always remember my phone.
Have you ever lost your phone? How did you feel? Let me know by commenting.