A Drop Of Tear And The Sea Of Emotion

Why it happen to our LIFE??

I was just wondering the reasons of various circumstances when we have met with the strangers, and most of the times their first expression leave a stretch marks on our forehead..!

Gradually after spending some time they become good friends or neighbor. After few days we started sharing our good and bad experience of life, celebrating various moment, joy & sorrow, start pulling legs to each other and so on, finally consider them as a good BUDDY..

This story is all about that unnamed relation…

The same natural phenomenon happens with me and my cute neighborhood…! 3-4 months earlier a South Indian family shifted to the ground floor of my PG (Paying Guest, here I use to stay for a long while..!). If we do real count total number of the family members 2-and HALF, husband wife and there Teeny kid name HASINI.. The small straight hair, round face, pillowing soft, very cute smile and too loud voice like a Cracker, thats the unique signature of her. She use to wear PAYAL (an Anklet usually made by silver) sometimes. When she walks her small footsteps create a soothing sound. When unnecessarily she starts laughing, I feel that we all (except her) a bunch of idiot sitting in-front-of her and she has enough reason to laugh!!

The one line definition of HASINI is a small package of Joy and excitement tightly rapped by giggling smile. She makes our life little adventurous and all time happy. But there is one person who was extremely close to her. Her name is “Lolita”. She is real hard working always taken care of us. I call her in short name “Lily”. She is very loving and caring by nature. Hasini is just crazy about her. Sometimes she forgot her real mom. She played with her, had food with her and even slept in her lap. Wo av bas bolna sikh rhi thi. Lily starts with small words like dad(father), mom(mother), didi(sister) etc and try to talk every time. But Hasini always show her don’t care attitude. She ignored all the time what Lily try to teach and make funny sound Buuuu..uuu flapping her lips.

One day we found some unknown voice coming outside from the door called ‘Lolita’. After peeping through the eye hole of the door she found no one outside but again the same voice start shouting. When she opened the door she found the ‘1ft and few-Inches’ girl Hasini standing outside with a cute dress and big smile. A fraction of second Lolita can not believe her ears that HASINI start talking and her 1st word is LOLITA. Gradually Hasini start speaking in a rapid speed. Her mother was also very cool and good by nature, she gave enough privilege to us to play with her baby and considered us as their good friends, most of the time she left HASINI with us without any hesitation.

We were three people from three different places Bihar, West Bengal and Hyderabad. We used to share our culture, languages and traditions very often. I am very curious to know about places, languages and the culture of Hyderabadi people.

One day we heard that Hasini is going to Hyderabad with her family and she will never come back to Kolkata. Her father was promoted to a better job in his own city. It’s very bad feeling for everyone. For me it’s normal incident because I think I am quite grown up and experienced the same early phase of life. But for Lily, it’s kind of heart breaking and shocking moment ever faced in her life. One more reason she was very close with Hasini and her mother.

Finally the day came when Hasini had to go to Hyderabad. That day was different than another day. Lily can’t stop her tears. Her tears were success to cried bhabi (hasini’s mother) also. That moment can be very normal for another people but not for me. Hasini gave us an unforgettable time. Lily never forget her. As Lily separated from outside world her all compression starts with Hasini, most of the imagination surrounded by Hasini. From the day of leaving to till today she finds the same emptiness in her heart for Hasini.

This is only one story of our life. In such a way so many relations creates and breaks very short span of time and few days later its became a thin line to our memory and finally obsoletes. Whenever the same incident repeated I memorized my old good and bad memories. And always ask me ‘Why it happens to our life?‘

See you soon ALOHAAA!!!!