TEASTALL

 TEASTALL

BY VISHWAS GAUTAM

With the rising of sun, chirping of birds ,and the demand of a cup of tea and newspaper,my day starts in the same way.

I see the people on the benches in front of me ,most of them have lived three- fourth of their life. Sometimes holding the cup of tea in one hand and the newspaper in other ,they discuss about life or sometimes they taunt about the country or sometimes they just talk about the broken bench on which they are sitting.

After sometime,I see the upcoming future,some students with the smiling face and some with tears in their eyes carrying the burden of their bags on the small shoulders. It can clearly read from their faces that they feel like this is the most difficult task of life ,that task about which they will discuss one day on an evening and say " वो भी क्या दिन थे".

Along with these children, another phase of life is also crawling. That phase who perhaps forgot to live for himself. Some of them carrying the office bags in one hand and the lunch in other and some holding the hands of their children . They are dragging themselves towards their offices and their children towards their schools.

I constantly watching this to happen.

After a span of time ,i move my eyes towards another scenario of life on the crossing in this busy city where I see various phases of life interacting at a same time. Some in their uniforms performing their duties while some are trying to cross the traffic just to only enter the traffic of life and some are only in the efforts of getting the food of the day and begging on the lowered mirrors.

When sun changes its side,along with this many things get changed. I see a lively , energetic group coming from their schools and colleges or coaching. Some of them are discussing about the hard problems of maths and physics so that they can be able to solve problems of life and some are scratching their heads for not getting success in expressing their feelings to the other side of the classroom.

Now ,when sun is ready to dive in the ocean of darkness , I see the lean shoulders and tired eyes , some passes away in front of me ,and some restrain yourself here to get a sip of tea and to blow their whole day stress in a cigerate puf.

When the darkness of light completely spread everywhere and stars take the place in the sky, when the every phase of life takes a pause for the while, no ,not every phase ,some of them will protect us and keep our sleep well by awakening whole night and some are drowning in the books so that they can sleep well in the upcoming nights. These phases are beyond my sight because i can't move from here. I keep waiting here for the next morning. I am also the part of the phase of a life ,I am the TEASTALL of my owner.