There sometimes arrive times when we are so troubled and
bogged down that we do not want to get off our beds and want to sleep all day
hugging our pillows close to our hearts. I had felt the same not many years ago
when I arrived in Mumbai to pursue my bachelors in media studies. Far away from
home, I had led myself into living a monotonous life where I had no friends and
people to call my own.
My college was 45 kms away and my pursuit for a qualifying
graduate degree meant I had to wake up at 5 every morning to get ready and
catch a local train flooding with humanity to reach my college exhausted as a
bull would be after having ploughed a field. Taking a bath was a worthless
effort as I would be drenched in the sweat of a hundred odd other people in the
course of my travel.
Living life alone was a tough affair and nothing seemed to be
going my way. However, life changed after I came to know Pinku. Pinku was my first
friend in class who I had initially assumed to be a fool, but later had come to
become best friends with.
A bike accident in my school days had caused a severe head
injury which had rendered me with an epileptic problem. I still remember the
first attack that had struck me in the second month of college and how I woke
up in the hospital bed confused over all that had happened over the past 3
hours. An attack of seizure was the last thing I would have wanted in a city
which I had come to live only a month ago, But Pinku had made it seem all easy.
He had taken me home that night and aunty had fed me with a simple meal of dal
and roti which seemed like heaven after all the outside food I had been living
on for the last 30 odd days.
I stayed for over 4 days straight, going to college and
returning back like it were my own home. Aunty would daily ask me what I would
like to have while uncle would ensure I was doing fine. Pinku was only too
happy to have me over for company. I left on the 5th day, after I had
started to feel embarrassed for having stayed for so long. To my surprise, I
was abused for long by Pinku for thinking that way and was coerced by his
parents to stay back for a few more days. Giving into their coercion, I stayed
for one night longer and remember having left for my lodging with misty eyes.
This was my first #together moment in the City of Dreams.
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