I was so lost in thoughts that I didn't realize that the book in my hand had slipped..when I did, I went searching for it in the market...couldn't find it anywhere..then....2 kids who seemed younger to me, came and gave me the book...they asked for Re 1/-...so i unwillingly gave them the rupee I had saved for "chikki" (groundnut jaggery sweet or whatever..we used to get 4 for Re1/-)...i felt like kicking myself in the nuts ( and honestly I was a little happy that it was practically not possible)..such was my rage and repentance...then i hear the 2 kids running towards me..and...they give me back my Re 1/-...i couldn't believe it..I could see a certain pride in their faces..it was like they had this air or superiority for showing some compassion towards me..but there was a lot of honest intent involved...i forgot about all the repentance in about 10 seconds after telling myself to be careful...so then... I went to school..bought 4 chikkies and shared them with friends...and in the end it turned out I didn't get to eat even half of one chikki...
I realized that 1/- Re wasn't meant to be mine afterall..but its memory lingers...its not a sweet memory...not something that taught me to be careful and I refer to it now when I ought to be careful...its just simply a memory...its a part of my childhood I just seem to remember...but strangely...it always makes me happy when I think about it :)
p.s. I even have a visual emeory of the entire morning and the 1/- Re coin :)
Cheers
Kashyap
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