I went on helplessly watching his tears, continuously rolling down his innocent eyes, physically weaving the fish net but mentally somewhere in a deep thought or pain. He gradually went on sighing without feeling any disturbance made by the children play aside and fighting to concentrate on his job.
This is one of the unforgettable moment of my life. I always asked my self, the reason behind his tears.
It took me more than a decade to understand the incident, the incident of that old man who was sitting at the corner and trying to weave the fish net.
Today, I can feel the same pain that the old man felt years ago when I found my two buffaloes dead which I bought a month ago in 70K*2 = 1.4lacs rupees and someone poisoned my fish pond which had more than 1K small fishes which I bought last week in 1K*10 = 10K rupees. Then my wife shouts at me “Bastard, why don’t you go and die with those fishes in the pond?”
I don’t have a clue, what to do now except weaving my fish net and gradually cry from the within. I don’t blame you god, this is my fortune I am born with. I don’t blame you god, I am a helpless farmer.
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