This story is not a complete fiction, it might or might not be happened; who knows?
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Everyone had a wish in their childhood it can be anything; silly or not silly, we don, 't care. If we need we will fight for that, if we get it; we will later tell our kids that in those days I made a revolution. If not you will avoid eating your meal until your father beats. Is that right?
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It applies to me also, it happens to me long back ago to be accurate it was 1968 in a very rural village; Tamilnadu, In that time I was 7 years old kid to my father who is works in shooting game that is held during festivals 25 paise 3 shots, yeah! He was one of that man, he never comes to home during festival seasons we only spoke with the letter that too written by the postman and my mother wishes to be a classic singer, but she was locked behind the windows and got married at 16 and my mom came in to my father's house after the first night he just kicked my mom, and her dreams to a kitchen and locks the door… finally I got a grandmother, she was always been in angry face… I don't see her is smiling to give her company she has four old ladies to talk to talk till the dawn the main topics was like telling stories about the struggles of freedom and hatred towards Muslims and see these generation kids…
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I'm tired of hearing those to be open with you, she was like a broken record. To forget all my worries I got five best friends we are just best buddies of the village we used to play whole day. When I come back home my mom used to scold me because every day I get back to home, I will have a new question of something that is said to be a taboo subject to give you some examples like what is kissing, cloth with a blood in a 12-year-old girl's house and why she is sitting outside the house for 5 days; each month, and why are girls chest is some big…by thinking of these now I'm getting laugh but those days I really can't understand the facts behind it, and I was very eager to know.
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To give answers for my questions a man came to our village to live; he is a Muslim, our village his filled with Hindus not even a hair of other religion was allowed, but he uses his powers and got permission to live here, he was first Muslim to live in our village… There starts my wish.
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That Muslim man will sharply cross our house at 8 am and that is the play time for me… while he crosses over I get a smell… Others close their noses, but for me wow! That smell still itches my noses;that was great smell then I got addicted to it and I started to stand outside just to smell it. That man noticed me one day that I was standing and the following day he plans and avoids the perfume… I got really sad even I avoided the meal; I was that much addicted to that smell.
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The next day, he called me and asked, "what did you want?” You know what he smells like a new fresh untouched flowers, especially roses to add more divinity I was literally hypnotized then he again repeated the same question, this time bit louder.
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I stammer answered “I don't want anything”
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Then he smiled at me and questioned, "then why are you waiting for me all day sharply at 8 am ?”
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I whispered, "just”
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he chuckled softly " just to smell my javadhu"
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Ohhhhhh! What the name!!! That smell is called javadhu; incredible then I got really excited and I straight away asked him “can I see it?”
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he asked, "why do you want to see”
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I replied him that “just to know”
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He called me inside, it was all green and smokey he headed to a mirror, and he opens the drawer… It was like a tiny bottle filled with sand... I Impulsively asked “are you sure” he took it and opened it for me… by telling me “yes!”
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To Explain that moment in the genre of fantasy I was in the middle of the untouched flowers; by coming near to me those flowers says, "go on just try, me, don't hesitate” I asked him what fantasy told; but no luck he refuses due to my grandmother. Then I sadly come out of his house, one of my friend saw me, and he ran to my mother and compelled she ran towards me with a bucket of water make me bath outside the home itself and my grandmother came out with a stick and hit me really hard, I started to cry, but she doesn't stop beating me, still now I have those wound marks; my mom drags me inside the room and locks me inside till the dawn and opens up with the meal, I avoided it she hugs me tight in her arms and says, "sorry I made everything for your grandmother” I sobbly asked, "why she has this much hatred?” My mom replied me that " your grandfather was a well-known freedom fighter in the town by later after independence while celebrating it Muslims burnt their house with your father's brother and your grandfather, so that only your grandmother hated Muslims” by telling it she made me eat and put ointment to my wounds and make me sleep with a pleasant classic song… That is the day I come to that my mom sings very well; I had a great sleep . the next morning my grandmother called to me near and made me sit and tells, "see my son those Muslim bastards will speak good for a few days, and then they will ask you to join in their forces, they don't care whether you accept are not the following day they will kidnap you to the forest and start giving shooting practice to kill our brothers and sisters did you want to kill our brothers and sisters?” I never replied to it, she holds my hand really hard;she herself replied with an evil tone, "fine…be a good boy go” then I saw the clock, it was almost 8 I ran to smell that javadhu he crosses my home, and he sees me and puts a small smile on his face then we started to hang out together outside the village. He was really good to me, I remember that he is used to buy a candy every day, and we used to sat near a lake, and he answered every question without hesitation.
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he says, "some uses their brains wildly, some uses their brains wisely I want you to use your brain wisely and Don't let me down”
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I hesitate and asked him “uncle what is your name?”
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He laughed and replied me “my name is Abdul Bashir”
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After that we finished our conversation and starts to move to our homes I suddenly hold his hand, and he chuckled at me and carried me at his shoulders… To be Frank “I forgot about my dad when Abdul uncle is around me”
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Next day I wake up after hearing an argument outside. I went out to see it, the first thing I saw was my grandmother slapping a man and yells “you coming to talk for him, where you are when my husband and my dear son burnt alive? Ugh!! Fucking your wife's ass get out from my village… Right now!!” Without telling a word they started their bullocks and starts to move, I was shocked and stunned; I can't believe my own eyes after seeing one of the bullock carrying burnt dead body of Abdul uncle I went to saw his house it was fired destroyed completely I started to run towards my grandmother with a lot of tears, and I beat her with my arms she doesn't cry or scream or beat she just stands still as a statue after hearing my sound my mom came out from the kitchen and drag me to the room and locks I didn't eat anything,I didn't go to play even I avoided to talk to my mom, I just lay down on my bed and cries and cries for an almost a week. My bed is soaked with plenty of tears, and the door is completely covered with untouched meals, my eyes automatically turns at 8 am towards the window to smell that javadhu but no success I could only smell the ashes, flames , hatred of my grandmother towards Muslims and I could see a boy gets scolding from his mother for touching those Abdul uncle's burnt house, and I saw the same woman stealing the un burnt vessels from the Abdul uncle's house, and I saw some mens urinate,curse, splits their saliva just to show dominance of Hindus and some parents purposely make their childrens to poop at his house… Still date when I imagine those visuals my eyes suddenly get tears…
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One day I missed him so much I just started to ruin my room my mom comes and beats me I started to cry by hugging her and said, "I miss uncle Abdul so much mom, I want to see him at least I want to smell that javadhu” she suddenly closes my mouth with her hand and said “you own that is impossible” suddenly, my eyes went wide I saw that postman in a distance I just ran towards him by taking my savings he heard my foot sound and turned back.
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I was really panting heavily he just took his bottle from his bag and gave it to me to drink after a few sips of water I took those coins from my pocket and showed him and said “I want to write a post to my father” He takes the money; we sat on a stone he took a paper and pen, and asked me what to write I told " I don't want toys, I need javadhu” the postman saw me with a shock, he wrote my father's name and his current address and while folding post he starts to narrate with a smile, "after my father got killed I came to this job, on that time the fight between Hindus and Muslims are at rooftop, no one can't control it. there is blood everywhere, corpse everywhere, survived people running over those corpses. On that same time my office is filled with blood stained post letters I took all the post in my bag and went home. My home is destroyed completely my wife, my children all been chopped into pieces. I took those chopped pieces, and I started to arrange it in order. After completing that I covered them with the letters, and I found a firing cigarette eventually, a letter with complete blood got my attention I took it and opens it and I start to read it was from a Hindu guy to a Muslim guy the words he wrote on that paper worth for a million.
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He wrote, "brother, I love to ask a question to you, my hand is completely soaked with plenty of blood it has both Hindu and Muslim brothers and sisters blood please SPOT THE DIFFERENCE? I know you can't; nobody can't because there is no difference, then why we are fighting?” He completes that letter by asking that.
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The postman went into tears, I asked him “who sends it to whom”
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He replied “your grandfather to Abdul Bashir's grandfather, and your grandfather gives the land to him that is his only will… After that I ran to give this letter to Abdul's grandfather, but he is burnt alive I saw Abdul behind the door with anxiousness I gave the Letter to him and said “some uses their brains wildly and some uses their brains wisely I need you to use your brain wisely and Don't let me down” and I thought everything is going to be okay after that but no it is going terrible than I thought, but now I think you are like your grandfather and your eyes is giving me a hope, and I am seeing a very small light beam at the end of the eternal tunnel, don't worry my son I will give it to your father” he chuckled softly;
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I ran back to my home and hugs my mom and said “I'm hungry” she made me eat till my Throat for the next 3 days I was thinking about the reply from my dad;curiously. That 3 day came postman uncle also came to our home and gave the letter to my mom, I was very eager to know the reply she made me sit in the hallway and reads “to my dear family I am fine you? This season is a disappointment, I can't make each money to lead next-year, so, I will come back on next Monday sorry don't worry we can manage it” the Letter ends there is not a single word about javadhu… I was very depressed.. Again I locked myself in the room, days passes like a turtle, at last turtle reaches Monday, my dad has a habit while coming back to the house if he keeps his umbrella upside down he has present if he doesn't carry an umbrella then no presents For the last 2 years I didn't see umbrella in his hand.
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(Knock knock) from the door
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I ran to see, it was dad without umbrella. I was heading back to my room; sadly my father grabs me with love and kisses my cheeks and my mother was in tears. After our dinner my dad and my wife had a whispering conversation.
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My dad, "take this money”
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“Where did you get this much money” Mom whispered in suspicious
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"Ashar, my school friend he is owns a shop in the town, he saw see me struggling, and he gave me that money, you know what people don't want to hear the shooting rifle sound once again because they heard much, so, from the next year I am going to join Ashar"
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"What if your mother knows", mom
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“Keep it has a secret", dad replied
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On the next morning, I woke up my eyes saw a paper fold, I took it and open it carefully I was javadhu..
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“Do you like it” my dad asks with smiling
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"UMM" I was seeing those without blinking eyes
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dad, "use it after your bath"
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I ran to get bath I was not this much eager to get bath after coming back to hallway I saw my dad fighting with my grandmother..
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Grandmother yelled " you're getting money from those mother fuckers… Uhhh!! How dare you”
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Dad tries to convince her “mom see war is over, we all are brothers and sisters now”
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She asked, "which gun they gave to you?”
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Dad also started to shout " I am tried of speaking to you mom "
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My grandmother starts to cry and takes her things and started to pack “I am leaving I am going to one of those old ladies house to spend my last days”
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My dad tries to stop her, but she doesn't hear that… after no success of calling her back my dad comes to home and start to ruin the house my mom tries to stop him, but she can't after a couple of minutes; he stopped and starts to cry. My mom hugs him… to give him comfort. In the next few minutes house turned into complete silence and I go to my room to apply javadhu but something is stopping me, my gut says no this is not the right time, so I skipped it. The next day was really like a dream, the time has come to apply it, I took it opened it and I took some in my hand and applied it, randomly… after applying it I felt like Abdul uncle near me, and he hugs me tight. I go out to show my parents, they smiled after seeing me, and I was very eager to show my friends so, I ran out to show them after seeing me and after smelling me… some ran away, some closed their nose, some cursed me, some called their mom, some were shocked, some were surprised, some laughed, some disguise me and only one friend ran towards me and said, "come let's play” he was the guy who touched the Abdul uncle's burnt house that day… we are best friends till now… now, days ran like a rabbit, but I wish them to be turtle, but I can't stop it. One fine midnight my mom wakes me up; by wiping her tears she said, "grandmother passed away come let's go and see” my mom carried me in her hip because I was asleep… I could only hear echo voices from the crowd, "go-go go away you are a sin” the next day, I come out to take a bath there I saw one of those old woman sitting in our house and cries, my legs stop moving I started to hear their conversation.
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Old woman sobs and sniffs, "sorry for not letting you inside to see your mother, we didn't plan anything your mother wrote a letter before dying, in that she told that my son is a sin so, don't allow him and his family to see my corpse even there tears shouldn't be fallen in my lifeless body and I have my savings of rupees 250… this money should be shared equally between my three old ladies, but I don't want this money, you take it, because you badly need it and one more thing she not only talked about hatred, she also talked about loved, her love is towards you guys she was hard outside but very very thin inside…”
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She took those money from her saree and kept it near my father, and she starts to move out in the next few days we packed the whole house because we are going to town, my mother was busy with making roti's and turmeric rice and tiger rice for travel and eventually my father burns everything related to shooting game except the rifle. Me busy with packing my javadhu and I went to see my close friend we played for a few hours after that my father called me "Parri we have to go come on” I said bye to him and I ran towards my father. He lifts me up over the bullock and made me sit… and also bullock starts to move. We said goodbye to that village suddenly from a distance I saw the postman rushing towards our bullock by saying stop!! Stop!!
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My dad instructs to stop the Bullock; Bullock stops the postman came near me and kissed my forehead with tears he said, "use wisely, bye” again bullock starts to move, and he gave us company till the village ends…
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I am now 58; I use that javadhu;every day when I go out after using javadhu even today, some people whisper with disgusting face “these Muslims.”
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Some waved their hand with excitement, some changes the path of going, and I remember a one day I saw a woman rushes and took her playing kid inside the home after smelling me….
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The light beam that postman uncle saw is not an actual light beam it is just his false imagination, and a false hope. We need to travel a lot my son in that eternal Tunnel.
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Because only the date changes to 2020 not the people
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“Fine go to sleep son, GOOD NIGHT,” Parri
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His wife with yawning “he slept when you started that postman uncle story”
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“Oh!!”
