Why am I feeling so hideously low at this moment? Why does one discussion have so much power to control so much in me? Why is the pain so deep that it is unwilling to subside any bit? Why can't I rid myself of all that happened? Why is it clouding my window of light - blinding me of the so many good things that has happened to me?
I want to write about the best thing that happened with me in a long time.
Today I got a very rare gift for my birthday. Carrots!
I like talking to the people who work in my hostel mess. One of them - an elderly gentleman - is seen every other day cutting Cucumber pieces. One fine day I asked him if they are going to serve anything else besides cucumbers or not! He promised me that he will get radish along with the cucumbers soon!
From then on, every week I used to ask him why he didn't get the radish this time! Today was different.
Bhaiya aap aaj bhi mooli nahi laaye!
He says...
Arre aap se vaada kiya hai, aapko ham mooli zaroor khila kar rahenge!
Another mess worker adds from behind -
Yeh sahab Chirawa ke hain. Inhe mooli toh zaroor khilana!
Chirawa is my ancestral home - a small town close to Pilani. On hearing this he looks baffled and he shouts out an animated order to a junior!
Arre bhai dekh! Andar koi mooli hai kya! Aaj toh inka janamdin bhi hai!
I resume my lunch. In the meantime there is a frantic search for radishes in the mess. The gentleman ultimately comes back - not with a radish but a carrot!
Sahab poora mess dekh liya. RPA bhi gaya. Aaj mooli nahi hai. Par yeh gaajar hai...
I had never tasted a sweeter carrot...
I returned for dinner and met him again. The moment he saw me he blurted out -
Main aapke liye mooli le kar aaya. Par jab pahucha tab tak aap kha kar ja chuke the..
I beamed like never before! I hadn't felt this happy in a long time...
Today I got a very rare gift for my birthday. Sorry. No single word to describe what I got.