Sanchit Wadhwa|10|Doon International School, Derhadun
“The winter is coming” thought Sanchit
Wadhwa, the 10-year old kid who was the scion to the Wadhwa group of companies.
Known as Sunny among his friends, he looked at the distant tree rife with brown
leaves clutching to the tendrils draped with gloom. The thought of visiting his
home cast a pall over his usual idyllic demeanor. Kids of his age eagerly await the
whole year for the winter break but Sunny would feel unsettled by the idea of
going home, or what others called his home. Little Sunny has been in the boarding
school since when he was just 5 and a half years old. At his home, he remembers
going to sleep every night against the backdrop of his mother’s suppressed
shrieks and his father’s violent outbursts. He was too small then to
understand, but now he does. The love out of which he was born had fizzed out.
On one such tumultuous night, he
gathered enough courage to venture into his parents’ bedroom. Little did he
know that it would kill the innocence he had as a five and a half year old boy. In
there, he found his mother sobbing on the bed, in a torn designer gown with a
bleeding lower lip and dishevelled hair. That is the last memory he has of his
mother and his so-called home. Every year he dreads going back to that haunted
place where he is treated as royalty. He would rather stay in the empty hostel
than go to that hollow, cold home of his. But for that he needs to be a
16-year old.
“The winter is coming” he sighed and
went back to bed.
Dhananjay Kate|12|Gun Factory, somewhere in Haryana
“The winter is coming” thought
Dhananjay Kate, the 12-year old kid who did a man’s work in a gun factory along
the borders of Haryana. Known as Dhanno to his masters, he looked at the
distant tree rife with brown leaves clutching to the tendrils and his eyes lit
up. He gets a month off, every December, when he goes to his family residing at
a small village in eastern Uttar Pradesh. He remembers how distraught his
mother was when he decided to accompany his uncle to work in the factory to
support his family. With his father losing the battle against TB when he was 5,
Dhanno had long given up on his dream of education and had made peace with
himself. He had come to the gun factory when he was 7 and had started working
as the chaiwallah’s apprentice. Now he
had a “job” in the gun factory and earned ten times of what he did. The best
part of going home in December was that he got to celebrate the birthdays of
his two younger sisters. He planned to buy bangles for both of them this year from
the nearby mela with the bonus he got
in Holi.
Just when a tear, signifying his
sweet nostalgia, trickles down his smiling face, a firm hand pats his back and the man yells, “aye kid, I don’t pay you to count the number of trees outside. Get back
to work”. “Yes sir” says Dhanno and gets back to the machinery.
“The winter is finally coming” he says
to himself in a low voice with the widest possible grin on his face blotted
with charcoal.
such is life.. nice take on the prompt. liked it.
ReplyDeleteglad that you loved it. thank you :)
ReplyDeleteNice contrast...liked the use of photos..also I see your vocab has improved a lot :-p
ReplyDeleteThat coming from you is special. thank you :)
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