Three Encounters of the Ordinary Kind
Rajesh Kumar Sharma
On our elder daughter’s birthday this month, we thought of taking her out for dinner. It was past eight when we left home. The weather was pleasant, the moon almost dazzling in the clear sky after days of clouds and rain.
Our first stopover was the
There is a small
I opened my eyes and began the ceremonial circumambulation around the shrine. The man was still talking. He had either not noticed me, or did not care.
“I wished to carry Ganga-Jal from Haridwar and offer it to you, but I have no money. They give me 250 rupees only and make me sit the whole day. . . .”
He was ahead of me and was almost running. His words were running away with him, and were soon out of my earshot.
He was a young man, of twenty five or so. Short, lean, angry and sorrowful. Under the smoked temple lights, I could only catch his profile. He appeared hungry and desperate. Perhaps he wanted a better deal by arousing the god’s famous sense of justice. Or he might have wished to make an offering of his anger and be done with it.
An hour later and the dinner over, I was pulling out my seat belt when a fifteen-year old face loomed over the windscreen with a hand running a dirty rag across it. The windscreen was already clean. What was he doing?
I want food, he quietly said. There was dignity in his manner, and he seemed ashamed to be telling me he wanted food.
I may not recognize him if I should meet him again. Yet I cannot forget him either. He returns like a dream, in gray and black. Like a miniature apocalypse laced with strange pathos.
That afternoon I had stood in a shop, buying slabs of stone
for the house I am building. Two young men had suddenly appeared as I had
turned to leave the shop after making the payment. One spoke incessantly and
cheerfully. The other looked on, hesitant and unsure. A
marketing guru and his disciple? The guru looked frail and wasted. He
was selling cheap perfume spray made in
Some people can squeeze happiness out of a crushed toothpaste tube.
That night I went to sleep wondering how many more encounters of this kind might be lurking around. It had been an extraordinary day for encounters of the ordinary kind.
Rajesh Kumar Sharma
Department of English