A migration story
The bus dropped me in bus station early 7’o clock; I stretch my legs after 5 hrs and walk towards my home which was a 5 min walk from my home. I am from a small town in uttrakhand, currently working in noida for a software firm. Our house is situated near the river alaknanda, with a great view of green mountains from balcony. My dad open the gate for me I greeted him, the first thing he asked me Was for how many days I have came home , I have no reason to tell that but nonetheless I did for three days I told him. I had my morning tea and breakfast with my mother ,at the age of sixty some of her hair turned silver, so how is your work going she asked me, good maybe I can get promotion in few years I told her. That evening I called up an old friend to meet
He was only few of friends of mine which has not gone out of town for study or job
One reason of that could be was that his father owns a big clothing store in town and further studies and going out of town for job was unnecessary for him.
We meet in old snack stall, we shook hands and greeted each other I was curious to know about, how my other friends are doing, since I never really bother to have any tabs on my friend, so I asked him about it, he told me that all have settled now some even have kids and some even has gone to foreign for further studies, when I asked about him, he simply smiled and said that his shop is running good and soon he is going to be married, when I was about to pay for the food, but he paid the bill saying consider this as treat for the wedding, as we were to leave one change which I noticed was that the name of the stall has been changed when I asked about it to my friend he said that his son own it now so he changed it to his name. As I was walking home I also noticed my new shops and new shops in place of old one printed boards been replaced with led ones,
I notice only one old shop with a printed board, its paint has been rusted, then I remember it was an old stationary shop, but its door has been closed maybe they
Have moved out of town or owner must have died, I quietly ate my dinner and after watching some television I go back to my room and crashed into the bed.
The next day I got up quite late in the morning, my mom has already set in the kitchen and nearly has finished making the breakfast, after washing up when I join them for breakfast she said that my aunt has called you to meet since she has not seen you for some time, so in evening I walk to my aunt house when I got there, I remember how sometimes in hot summer days we used to stop at this house. Sometimes we even eat lunch and the go home, my aunt greeted me and offered some tea and snack, age has affected my aunt her hair was less pepper and more salt and loose skin of hand shows that, so where is saurav brother posted these days I asked her .she said that he is in rajisthan, he is also asking me to come with him there, as you have know that some of our land is going for railway project so
I think it will be just some months before I leave from here. Many houses have already demolished families after families have migrated in numbers, I have lived my whole life here, even after the death of your uncle when everyone wanted me to live with my son and moved somewhere else I didn’t go at that time and now leaving this place has become quite difficult for me.
After this she had tears in her eyes, Leave me in an awkward situation, where I don’t know what to do, after taking her leave I decided to take a walk to my school, it has changed quit a lot as I remember correctly two stories have been added to it and a new office building have been made and colour also has been changed from yellow, blue to olive, brown, noticed some children playing badminton in school ground, I entered inside the school, and noticed a familiar figure despite some age I recognized his face.
He was peon of the school and school has also provided him a room set for his family inside the school, sometimes he would come to class for telling to submit the fees. But because of his missing front teeth he would say fish instead of fees and whole class would be on their knees sometime even teachers can’t hide their blushing faces. I greeted him and told him that I used to study here, after this I asked him about the teachers, I get to know that many have died, some of them have retired and some are still working here like the computer teacher which was appointed in my last year of schooling. I also asked about my favorite physics teacher, mrs. Kamla rawat although I was not particularly good at that subject.
Is she still here I asked him, no he said, his son has gone to America. So he shifted with his daughter to dehradun, can I get her address I asked him. No I don’t have the address but I can arrange that, give me your number and I will message you by tomorrow, after a hard day I doesn’t even knew when my legs have taken me to bed and when I drifted in sleep.
Next day I went to market to buy some sweet for my fellow collogue in office,
So I went to the shop where my father used to take me, the shop have been renovated now instead of shutter it has glass doors and wallpaper walls instead of painted one, furniture have also been changed, but one thing which remains same was the taste of sweets and aroma which filled the shop.
In the evening when I was packing my stuff, I get the message of the address,
When I checked the location of address in my phone, it was not quite far from bus station, as I was eating dinner I asked my parents why don’t they come with me for few days, which both of denied saying they can’t as travelling this distance is not good for their health. I don’t say anything after that I finished my dinner and climbed the bed as have a morning bus.
The next morning my mom cooked the breakfast early in morning, I touched their feet’s and walk to the station and climbed the bus for dehradun, sun was at its peak when I reached dehradun bus station, my next bus which would take me to my destination was yet to arrive in 3 hours . so I took a cab to her address brought some apples for her. I checked my phone to see if the address one last time and ring the bell, I girl in her twenties opened, the door I knew she was her daughter she was my junior in school, I told her that I have come to visit her mother.
She told me that she is not so well. And can’t even travel a short journey so she is living with me, She led me to the room where she was resting in her bed,
I could see the white clouded eyes of her with all wrinkled face, and white short hair .her face was barely recognizable, is ishaan has come ; it was the name of his son. “No”, I said. I was your student, but she does not even recognize me, maybe she does not even want to see anyone rather than her son. Maybe she does not even want to live here, she just wants to go and be with his son. So I took their leave, thinking about how different people think about migration.
The bus dropped me in bus station early 7’o clock; I stretch my legs after 5 hrs and walk towards my home which was a 5 min walk from my home. I am from a small town in uttrakhand, currently working in noida for a software firm. Our house is situated near the river alaknanda, with a great view of green mountains from balcony. My dad open the gate for me I greeted him, the first thing he asked me Was for how many days I have came home , I have no reason to tell that but nonetheless I did for three days I told him. I had my morning tea and breakfast with my mother ,at the age of sixty some of her hair turned silver, so how is your work going she asked me, good maybe I can get promotion in few years I told her. That evening I called up an old friend to meet
He was only few of friends of mine which has not gone out of town for study or job
One reason of that could be was that his father owns a big clothing store in town and further studies and going out of town for job was unnecessary for him.
We meet in old snack stall, we shook hands and greeted each other I was curious to know about, how my other friends are doing, since I never really bother to have any tabs on my friend, so I asked him about it, he told me that all have settled now some even have kids and some even has gone to foreign for further studies, when I asked about him, he simply smiled and said that his shop is running good and soon he is going to be married, when I was about to pay for the food, but he paid the bill saying consider this as treat for the wedding, as we were to leave one change which I noticed was that the name of the stall has been changed when I asked about it to my friend he said that his son own it now so he changed it to his name. As I was walking home I also noticed my new shops and new shops in place of old one printed boards been replaced with led ones,
I notice only one old shop with a printed board, its paint has been rusted, then I remember it was an old stationary shop, but its door has been closed maybe they
Have moved out of town or owner must have died, I quietly ate my dinner and after watching some television I go back to my room and crashed into the bed.
The next day I got up quite late in the morning, my mom has already set in the kitchen and nearly has finished making the breakfast, after washing up when I join them for breakfast she said that my aunt has called you to meet since she has not seen you for some time, so in evening I walk to my aunt house when I got there, I remember how sometimes in hot summer days we used to stop at this house. Sometimes we even eat lunch and the go home, my aunt greeted me and offered some tea and snack, age has affected my aunt her hair was less pepper and more salt and loose skin of hand shows that, so where is saurav brother posted these days I asked her .she said that he is in rajisthan, he is also asking me to come with him there, as you have know that some of our land is going for railway project so
I think it will be just some months before I leave from here. Many houses have already demolished families after families have migrated in numbers, I have lived my whole life here, even after the death of your uncle when everyone wanted me to live with my son and moved somewhere else I didn’t go at that time and now leaving this place has become quite difficult for me.
After this she had tears in her eyes, Leave me in an awkward situation, where I don’t know what to do, after taking her leave I decided to take a walk to my school, it has changed quit a lot as I remember correctly two stories have been added to it and a new office building have been made and colour also has been changed from yellow, blue to olive, brown, noticed some children playing badminton in school ground, I entered inside the school, and noticed a familiar figure despite some age I recognized his face.
He was peon of the school and school has also provided him a room set for his family inside the school, sometimes he would come to class for telling to submit the fees. But because of his missing front teeth he would say fish instead of fees and whole class would be on their knees sometime even teachers can’t hide their blushing faces. I greeted him and told him that I used to study here, after this I asked him about the teachers, I get to know that many have died, some of them have retired and some are still working here like the computer teacher which was appointed in my last year of schooling. I also asked about my favorite physics teacher, mrs. Kamla rawat although I was not particularly good at that subject.
Is she still here I asked him, no he said, his son has gone to America. So he shifted with his daughter to dehradun, can I get her address I asked him. No I don’t have the address but I can arrange that, give me your number and I will message you by tomorrow, after a hard day I doesn’t even knew when my legs have taken me to bed and when I drifted in sleep.
Next day I went to market to buy some sweet for my fellow collogue in office,
So I went to the shop where my father used to take me, the shop have been renovated now instead of shutter it has glass doors and wallpaper walls instead of painted one, furniture have also been changed, but one thing which remains same was the taste of sweets and aroma which filled the shop.
In the evening when I was packing my stuff, I get the message of the address,
When I checked the location of address in my phone, it was not quite far from bus station, as I was eating dinner I asked my parents why don’t they come with me for few days, which both of denied saying they can’t as travelling this distance is not good for their health. I don’t say anything after that I finished my dinner and climbed the bed as have a morning bus.
The next morning my mom cooked the breakfast early in morning, I touched their feet’s and walk to the station and climbed the bus for dehradun, sun was at its peak when I reached dehradun bus station, my next bus which would take me to my destination was yet to arrive in 3 hours . so I took a cab to her address brought some apples for her. I checked my phone to see if the address one last time and ring the bell, I girl in her twenties opened, the door I knew she was her daughter she was my junior in school, I told her that I have come to visit her mother.
She told me that she is not so well. And can’t even travel a short journey so she is living with me, She led me to the room where she was resting in her bed,
I could see the white clouded eyes of her with all wrinkled face, and white short hair .her face was barely recognizable, is ishaan has come ; it was the name of his son. “No”, I said. I was your student, but she does not even recognize me, maybe she does not even want to see anyone rather than her son. Maybe she does not even want to live here, she just wants to go and be with his son. So I took their leave, thinking about how different people think about migration.
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