New and old
The room was almost empty. Apart from those papers that have been such a part of Bhaskar’s lives… they were still lying around as usual. Some in folds some just sheets… some written some not. And they moved along freely as the fan whirled on at top speed. He had been nearly a vagabond to the world for the last eight years. But deep within he knew how much he hated shifting.
Bhaskar has always like customizing things wherever he stars for an extended duration. Though his room would appear a mess to an outside for him it was in perfect form. He knew exactly what made him feel like home in that chaos. So leaving such a customized establishment for something new was never too easy. Without a doubt on this he was feeling as miserable as the kid who is taken away from him home for the first time.
Looking around his room he recollected all the moments he had spent in the room. Well… some of them actually considering he was never known for a great memory. Some good, some very bad! Memories of chilling with friends, memories of being soaked in water as the bathroom pipe leaked… memories! The bags were packed and yet there was something that he knew he was missing.
Bhaskar went up to window, looked out and found out just what he was looking for. It was there lying on just out side the window. His cycle pump! A smile found its way out even the depressed soul that he looked. He definitely could not leave that behind. Not when he had packed stupid things open coffee packs! This pump was important. Heck with the fact that he didn’t have the cycle anymore… but he still needed the cycle pump. He would want it at his new place too… just for the sake of keeping it… for the sake of memories. It was from her after all. It was a gift back when Bhaskar still found time and spirit to ride his cycle. Cycle may have gone but pump served as a recycle… blowing some fresh air into depraved brain. He picked up went down and put it in the waiting taxi.
There was a smile. He knew the new place would not be as new after all. He would have company from his older surroundings.
:( bought tears in my eyes
ReplyDelete:) thanks!
ReplyDeletehhmmm. nice. good boy bhaskar :):)
ReplyDeletehehe.. yeah he is a good boy at least in this story
ReplyDeleteOnly in the story
ReplyDeleteI'm touched.loved it
ReplyDelete:) thank you thank you!
ReplyDeletei don't usually post fiction in my blog. but this is just a part of the bigger story :)
@ankita bhaskar is only in the story :) he is nowhere else...
ReplyDeleteyeah sure noyon. He is only in the story.
ReplyDeleteYour blog's become soo popular! :D I love the language but can't make much of the story since I don't know the background :)
ReplyDeleteBtw typo in 2nd para 1st line - likeD customising!
shreeram.... you will always be a writer and a sub heheh :)
ReplyDeletehey noyon went through that piece of fiction that u composed...it's good...it's got that obscure but honest touch...keep it up,:)
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