"Madam, ek pyali chai?" a kid named Sachin asked me while I was lost in the thoughts of enjoying the smell of first rain near the beach.
Ek Pyali Chai ! |
After facing the severe Summer, first rain indeed brought lush green grass and sapling around the beach area. This kid has always been serving tea in this area since I joined this research. He has been knowing me since I corrected his English greeting statement, "Madam, Hello! Good Night, How are you?" There is this inherent characteristic to correct the statements inside my mind and since I knew, Sachin would never mind, I uninterruptedly corrected him, "Sachin, when you meet someone at night, you greet them with Good Evening and bid bye with Good Night." Unlike any other person, he accepted my correction with affirmative nod.
Neelu and I have always been going out for a walk and Neelu would shout at the tea stall where he works, "Hero, do garamagarm chai le aana bina pani dale". He would smile and make tea in a separate container Neelu has specially given for making her tea. Last birthday, we got him admitted to his village school and got him new text books and stationary. Since then he stopped working at the tea stall but he used to catch us up with chai made at his stall specifically with Neelu's instructions during weekends.
This morning, I was reading local evening newspaper and it was having his name for topping his school in standard 10th. I felt so noble about the move of admitting him to school. We are no God to change anyone's life but if I could be a tiniest part of someone's success, I feel good about myself. Today, when he arrived with his usual tone taking a cup of tea in his hand, I could see his twinkling eyes. I took the cup from his hands. I wished him "congratulations", he shot back, "Thank you Madam." Hesitatingly he interrupted my intention of taking my first sip,"Madam main apko didi bualu"? I smiled and nodded. His smile was too big to be called a smile and too less to be called a grin. He left dancing weirdly crossing his feet and jumping.
My mind was still urging me to take my first sip ignoring every other thoughts of nobleness, gazing back at the sea whose end was getting dissolved in the humidity.