It's wintery morning. A heavy blanket of fog has covered the surroundings. The birds are chirping as they are singing their happiness. It's 9o' clock in the morning and I just reached my work place. The name of the place where I work is Banabashi. The name Banabashi is followed by a famous temple name 'Maa Banabashi Than' located in District Goalpara, Assam.
It's Tuesday and the temple is crowded by devotees and is shining with diyas and fragranced by incense sticks. It's just created a heavenly and pleasant environment.
It's a market day in every Tuesday in Banabashi. So it can be imagined that the place is absolutely snowed under with vendors and devotees. There are cabbages, culliflowers, broccolis, beans, peas etc. But the Brinjal in white colour caught my eye. Yes it's look like White in colour. Well, I would like to confess that I am bit colour blind. But it seems like white in colour. I just wanted to buy it though I am allergic to brinjal. For me it was like as right as rain for my evening dinner. At the same time I was afraid to buy lot as I am allergic to it. So I decided to buy just one white brinjal. I started bargaining with the green grocer and finally he was ready to sell one white brinjal for ten rupees. I was on cloud nine for my evening dinner.
I rushed to school. The white brinjal caught everyone's attention. My colleagues were laughing to see just one brinjal. But I was having my head in the clouds as I only knew about my health problem. So I didn't complain about it; but just then the chowkidar pulled my leg by saying that 'this white brinjal will be so delicious for today's Mid Day Meal'. Again I preferred to say nothing.
My duty was over, and I was on the way to my sweet home. But, at the same time I was bit angry and uncomfortable by thinking those comments passed by my colleagues and chowkidar. I got on the bus; it takes one and half hour to reach my hometown. Like everyday I was listening to my favourite songs on wynk app through earphone. But I was chased by those irritating comments. Even when I shut my eyes I could see the chowkidar's face with that wicked smile.
Finally, the bus conductor shouted Mirza, Mirza. Mirza is my hometown surrounded by Maliata hill. I rose up from all those evil and wicked reflection. I got off the bus and finally I reached home. I took a hot bath and took a nap for 2 hours.
Now it's 7o' clock in the evening and I am so glad and excited to prepare my evening dinner. I opened my bag to take out the white brinjal. But to my surprise it wasn't there. I searched for it carefully but no I just couldn't find it. I looked for it everywhere in my room but it wasn't there. I paused for a while and deeply thought about it. Ok I got it , I mean not the brinjal but the moment when I got on the bus and placed it just beside my seat and I forgot to take it back. I got angry; this happened all because of my colleagues and the chowkidar but at the same time I felt pity for my situation. I laughed out loud at myself as the delicious white brinjal gave birth all the evil thoughts in my head. But finally I realized how greedy I was and how wrong my thinking was! Well, better late than never!!
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