Pritam's Blog
Dinner
Because he was an adopted child
He was accused of killing his own parents
When their bodies were found
And he, he didn’t said anything,
Instead, he screamed; it was
The scream of his life
And
He screamed again when we first met
While I was sitting alone on a bench
By the road
And I don’t remember what I was doing there
So don’t ask,
And when he screamed
I looked at him, and thought
He was a lunatic and lunatic he was,
From the way he looked;
Dirty pants, shirt with no buttons,
His hair looked like they were never combed
And his front teeth broken
And he was smiling
And I asked him,
“What the fuck is your problem?
Why are you screaming?
Get lost from here.”
But he smiled
And sat beside me
And said, “Give peace a chance, bro.”
Irritated, I got up,
And he said,
“You know I am a drug addict,
So, I won’t ask money from you,
But buy me some biscuits,please
And
Next time,
It will be at my place. Dinner.”
He said and smiled again
And I looked at him;
The guy,who apparently had nothing
Was inviting me for a dinner,
But anyway, sometimes
It’s the heart that can give you many things
That even money can’t buy
And I trusted him
And bought him biscuits
And we talked about him
And we became friends over a packet of biscuits
And a few cheap cigarettes.
And after sometime,
He got up.
“Think about it”, he said.
“Think about what?” I asked.
“The way we met”, he said and left.
And I never saw him again.
Not even once in last one year
When life changed and it was because
I had thought about the way we met.
Now everytime I pass that bench,
It occurs to me
That I had asked him many things
But I forgot to ask him
Where I should go for the dinner.