Thoughts

                                                       Broken umbrella Monsoon was reason enough for them to come out of their houses and savour the earth freshened up in rain. They...the boys from the slum...had nothing much to do . Boys at their age would supposed to study  with which these boys had permanent enmity. What  would a youngster do if he/she were unwilling to study?Loaf...These boys were perfect for loafing. They got a roof made to secure that loafing and they named it recreational club. From the room of that club through the open windows they would focus watching the people struggling in the rain...often teasing them by making strange noises and giving them weird names. They were not afraid of anyone except that old man with the broken umbrella. The man seemed to be so harmless so fragile yet he was able to evoke so much of fear in those boys. There were valid reason for the boys to hate that man because he was stingy,educated and looked down upon on them.But how could b

with those sleepy eyes i failed to recognize the day that otherwise visited me in green light of freshness where the hope, had i touched,would offer ...scope! 

                                                                 The dark Bubai was afraid of the dark. He had been told umpteen times by his elders that dark is nothing but the absence of light. Besides there's nothing called ghosts. Ghosts don't exist.He would  listen to them attentively but forget everything at night when it's time for bed. After all he's just a five year old kid! the same rooms, that have been the joy land of his kiddish pandemonium during the daylight , would turn scary at night. Be it the windows, window-pane, the door,the ceiling fan,the tube light, the clothes rack,the floor even the curtains...they would all become source of suspicion and fear. The brave pirate inside Bubai would turn into a nervy chick fallen from the nest placed safely in the branch of a tall tree at night... The night would come and Bubai would complain of the moving ceiling fan...so the fan's removed.Heat was unbearable sometimes till the cool breeze would visit through

                                                          Santu's observation The daylight focused people's attention to the corner of the blind street where the dustbin was. There was  a huge monkey with a tail as long as the cold dark corridor of Santu's school's 2nd floor. It seemed from the way she was exploring the dirty foul smell-emitting dustbin that it must be hungry. But the moment human eyes were fixed at him, he looked withdrawn and lazy.She sat on the middle of the narrow street with philosophic eyes. Dogs came to unleash venomous anger but her impassivity let them down so much that they too turned into spectators. The monkey yawned then and then with half-shut eyes played with flies with its' tail. Out of veneration, few people offered her food while the rest decided to watch it. The monkey munched a bit of banana but then threw the rest to the dustbin. The grand old man of the locality Shivu Buro suggested that the animal must be having high blood pre

                                                           new friend Tooltool,the squirrel was a fool. Rest of his friends thought so. They ought not be friendly with humans. They had been told by their elders about the human's cruelty against them but look at Tooltool...!He was just so daring. He not only looked out for food in the rooftop but kept on exploring its space even in the presence of of those humans. It's not that Tooltool was hungry. Like any other squirrel he could have his food in plenty in that nearby garden but what set him apart from the rest was his curiosity. He had never believed in what his parents told him or what their ancestors had told them...why should he when he could go and check. He was told he would  better get the training from the elders before climbing a tree. He didn't. In stead he tried on his own. He hurt himself but never backed down but kept trying. He believed in self-learning for sense of cautiousness had never helped their clan at