Glint of Hope
For some days I was observing Kaushik. He was not stepping down on his usual stop. When I asked him, he said that he was transferred to a new school. It was two stoppages later, and it was a strict school; he could not enjoy all the privileges that he used to get in his previous school.
At first, I could not believe him, as he used to make fun of everything and was good at concocting stories. So it was not a big deal for him. But when I found him in his changed destination day after day I believed him. And this gave me a chance, chance to ask about Prasun. He might be got transferred and I never would see him again. My heart collapsed with the thought.
It’s a good topic for him to join immediately.
“Yeah, di. I am the most unlucky.”
“Then what about the others? Did they transfer everyone?”
“No di, some of us, not everyone.”
“Oh! What about those guys, Khrisnendu, Mahesh, and that tall guy what is his name? …ummmm, I can’t remember.” I pretended not to remember Prasun’s name.
“Oh! Prasun is a lucky guy. He is not transferred. But Mahesh and Khrisnendu are.”
I felt a breath of relief blew over my heart. He was not transferred. So there was hope, hope to find him again.
Hey, I am Munmun, the phoenix fabulist who wants to tell you stories. I love to read stories and I love to weave stories. I feel life is an amalgamation of multiple stories, colourful threads, and threads of pain, pleasure, hope, and hopelessness. We just need to pick those hues and arrange them, knitting them with our own emotions and perception. So let’s celebrate the stories of life.