Modern Dadaji

I got up cause some rays of light were penetrating my eyes. This time i didn't crib.i woke up with smile on my face. Day break! I always long to see day break but i never woke up in that time.  The best way to celebrate day break is with a cup of tea and lounge music. It drugs the soul,  takes it to different universe. 

Coming back to my story, i got up and went to balcony directly. I heard bird chirping and many pigeons in the ground far away. Perhaps having their breakfast :-D i saw my cousin Dadaji (lol thank god cousin husband nahi hote :P) taking rounds in the compound. seeing Dadaji so enthu early morning made be take one more step i.e. going for a walk. I got back to my room put on my flint shoes and went down for a walk with a new novel of Paulo Coelho called eleven minutes in my hand. All excited to read as i finished his another novel Veronica decides to die. Dadaji was shock to see me at 5 30 in morning as in his book i never got up before twelve.  There were so many old people all Dadajis in the park, he introduced me to some as they never saw be before in the colony. The question started pouring in what happen to my leg. With least interest i replied , “just an accident, treatment is going on I'll be fine”. After a huge one big round of the colony with Dadaji i decided to sit in swing and read the first page of Eleven minutes. In some distance Dadaji was talking to some old man and telling them about me what happened how it happened. Then a new old man came and sat beside me in the swing with my permission. He spoke in English. Old people sound awesome and smart when they talk good English i swear. He asked some general question which followed with his introduction as a well renowned poet. Impressive. As he was talking in English i was very curious to know how much had he studied. “Graduated”, he said with a power of dignity. He asked me my age and if I'll be fine in long fun. And what does my dad do. Tea factory hain hamara. Impressive. He said, “there is a friend of mine in Mumbai his son is working in some security office( nt night watchman ya dhuuu), and looking for beautiful girl to get married who is also educated.”

 

Umm a a a a i was getting ideas to what he had in his mine. He said, “if you don't mind what might be your dad ready to spend ( his budget for my marriage )” gwad what a direct man to gal talk. I said i don't know anything about budget and all. Truly i hate his topic and i feel embarrassed that they spend so much in marriage. I got up to leave as he hoped that sometime I along with my cousin would come down to his house to read his poem. Hindi poem. I've never read Hindi in my life.