There was this very short man, who used to shuffle around in his short dhoti and half sleeve shirt, screwing up his face towards the sky, like an over grown kid. He had a lot of kiddish beliefs, One of them was that when the three horlicks bottles he kept the buttons and broken bangles he picks up here and there, is full, will mark the end of his time here.
He had predicted my SSLC marks to the last digit looking at my model exam marks. He predicted my fall from grace for the first time. I hated him for that for a long time to come.
The first time I met him was probably when I went to the School, with my elder brother, to talk about my admission. Then he gave my brother an abstract painting he had done. That was lying in dust for quite sometime somewhere in our old house.
He was very fond of my brother. I too wanted to be in his good books. So I used to go to his room in the school hostel when ever I got time to. And I used to show off in front of my friends that I knew him in person. He knew me only through my brothers.
Yesterday, when I was talking to my wife, she told me, all the three bottles were finally full. I don't know what my brother will be feeling, but a bottle filled with red bangle pieces spilled in my heart.
He had predicted my SSLC marks to the last digit looking at my model exam marks. He predicted my fall from grace for the first time. I hated him for that for a long time to come.
The first time I met him was probably when I went to the School, with my elder brother, to talk about my admission. Then he gave my brother an abstract painting he had done. That was lying in dust for quite sometime somewhere in our old house.
He was very fond of my brother. I too wanted to be in his good books. So I used to go to his room in the school hostel when ever I got time to. And I used to show off in front of my friends that I knew him in person. He knew me only through my brothers.
Yesterday, when I was talking to my wife, she told me, all the three bottles were finally full. I don't know what my brother will be feeling, but a bottle filled with red bangle pieces spilled in my heart.
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