The Holmes me is still searching..- When I was in a boarding school at kolkatta, during one of the festive season we all went to fair. There the kid in me brought flute.. He loved it, cared it & used to put it near his heart.. But one day for him the world died as he woke because his flute was missing, it was nt to be seen.. Yeah it was only his cry which consoled him.. Beleive if today too, I would find dat guy who stole it I will break his teeth leaving him with only gum to overcome mine hindi wala gum(the pain lingers).. & Once while at home I fell ill, typhoid caught me, I was restricted to bed & medecines.. My father(an army doc) was nourishing me.. Food appeard tasteless to me, I avoided them. Father asked me what you want to take.. I said allepenlibe-wo 10rupaye wali & 2 mine surprise he purchased it(its nt in his habit.. i dnt knw what it was.. I think it was love 4 son.. well it was the last too) it was a type of wow, waoh 4 me.. I loved it not only 4 the taste, papas purchase added flavour 2 it :-) , daily I used 2 take 1 from the pack of 10 like a tablet.. I was only able to take 3 & it went vanished & stolen. It was nt to be seen any where.. It was sad & painful. I cried & cried & cried & then I laughed & learned- Cry, Just cry- its a weapon, a way to laughter.. Btw the seach is still on, 2 give gums without teeths 4 mine hindiwala Gum to the unknown.
Posted on: Sun, 11 Aug 2013 12:30:14 +0000