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Story
Writing is a good creative outlet and can be used to
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Son of Soil
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My
new boss, Neelkanta asked me if I would like a trip to the Himalayan village. I nodded
positively "Nevertheless, you must understand, it will be quite tough; he
spoke in a gentle manner. Sir, you do not have to tell me, I belong to that
place, a true son of the soil", I responded. I always made fun of Neelkanta
but he took it in good spirit.
He smiled as
usual. Next day we were in the hilly environs of Himalayas. We soon got a good
lodge to stay. It was quite packed. "What is the reason? Why is it packed
with so many guests?", Neelkanta asked.
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"Oh! Sir
they
are here for a meeting. You know, they are planning to open a school" the
lonely attendant replied.
"Where is your sahib?", Neelkanta gently asked.
"Colonel Sahib
doesn't stay here. He comes during the peak season with other staff members. I
do not have parents - lost them in a bus accident last year!" He answered
innocently.
Being tired we soon dozed off. Next day our sleep was interrupted by
shrill cries of a young boy. A burly man
was beating the boy. "What is the
reason, do not hit him", Neelkanta said
"Let him pay for his deeds", a woman answered back.
"Yes Bhai ji! This crook needs a good thrashing", a young man added.
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"However, may
I know what happened?", Neelkanta asked.
"We told him that we need hot cups of tea but see his gall, he kept
sleeping", and
the woman was fuming "Do not forget about that Neembu pani", burly man
responded. "God knows! I did knock at your room but you all did not
respond", the young boy replied. "You mean to say that we are liars?";
another man slapped him "Do not hit him any more", Neelkanta
intervened. "Leave aside
this matter", I tried to defuse the situation. "No these people cannot get
away like this.
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Stop hitting
him; else, I shall take action against you. Do not forget this boy is also
a son of your soil. I will take him with me and treat him as my own" His aggressive
stance was seen as a signal and everyone soon backed off. "Hi son of soil! Why
are so silent? ", Neelkanta asked with a smile. "Not me but you are
a true son
of the soil", I spoke with misty eyes.
Contributing Story Teller :
Ashish Dimri is a journalist. He is M.A. (Mass communication). He is a regular
contributor to content writer.in He tries to present unseen aspects of
life
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