Feelings of a poor father
Went to the grocery store to buy eggs. A man came to the shop with a child. The man is probably a worker or a rickshaw puller. The bones of the throat are out. How worn out he has become. The same is true of her baby.
The man came to buy 250 grams of oil and salt. The baby is looking at the jar of lozenges. The poor are not getting the courage to ask. Her father understood that. But poverty sometimes casts shameless tin glasses on the eyes. Behind the so-called "spectacles", seeing the boy's Mayavara face, the father said with a wet throat in love, "Shall I take something?"
The boy did not speak and raised his finger. Laughing, the father opened the jar of lozenges, took out two lozenges and caressed his son and said, "Where is the name of the house of three, father?"
The man looked at everyone sideways. What a suppressed excitement in his eyes. If not! Everyone is watching!
I am also looking at the boy with the egg doll in my hand.
The shopkeeper is also looking narrowly. This little pola! Sikni is falling through the nose, he will say the namata of the house of three! This skeletal boy does not know how much he is in three!
Lozenge in the boy's hand. He is doing two lozenges. He is looking at his father with one glance. He looked into his father's eyes and began to speak ....
"Three akke three, three double six, not three tirikka, three chaire twelve ...."
He is going to say how he is shaking his head to the rhythm of the song. In the eyes of the father, it is as if the leaf of Namata is in the center, and he is just looking and falling.
Namata ended in thirty or forty seconds. At last he burned a lozenge in his face. Shining his face, he said to his father, "Daddy, I can do it! Come on?"
That worn-out man, maybe not getting enough money every day. If he wants to rent a rickshaw for more than five rupees, he gets scolded for two or four hours, eats moneylenders' money and eats police's money.
The man with the broken cheek lost every day. To society, to the world, to fatherhood.
Today he did not lose. Today he is much happier. The boy has brightened his face in front of everyone. This time he looked at all of us with full eyes, not sideways. Tears of pride, tears of joy in his eyes.
These people do not want to crush anyone, they know the sure defeat and fight hard.
The ladder that we hurried up the stairs, we know that the ladder is pressed on their shoulders!
The man got courage today. Namata in the house of three is not just Namata, a courage, a strong shoulder of a father, a support. The name of the house of three is the story of fulfilling the dream of this poor man.
The man picked up his son. She is crying. This time the shopkeeper hurriedly opened the deep fridge and handed a lolly ice cream to the little one. "Well done! Judge Barrister! Show everyone! Eat ice cream. Don't eat too much. I can't talk."
The shopkeeper told me, "I can't even thinkHow chalchalaiya namata said! Didn't see Dr. Karbar! "
Same! Tears in the shopkeeper's eyes! In fact, those who understand the suffering of hunger, their minds are tied with the minds of others. The pain of one can be understood by another, but the joys also touch.
And we? In the dream of crores of rupees and in the arrogance of competition, we forget what we really are !!!
I'm just saying with an egg in my hand, "Three in three, six in three ...
