30-09-2024, 12:55 AM
Let me clear you all. If this man didn't appear suddenly then the update will be here already. I deleted two pages of writings. Then I left the thread. Then people started requesting me again. Is this a joke?
That man insulted me with a woman's pic with a baby in lap. The admin deleted the pic as it was breaking the community law.
I again started writing despite of all my problems.
I've no profit by writing these stories.
I've only Passion for these stories.
And I realized that some readers here never ever can realize a writer's problem. And that is why many good stories destroyed. I'm not telling about all readers. I'm telling about some. They are so impatience.
And after giving so many efforts to the story it's really disappointing to me.
Sorry Elsevivian Sir and Anjali. I've to leave this Xossipy.
I've Lot's of personal problems. And I'm only wasting my time here and getting nothing.
Anyway here is a little writing which I started again.
But stopping here.
Good-by all
When Dipa reached the slum, she saw a little difference in the locals. Now they were not giving any surprised expressions. Means now they also become familiar with Dipa.
Or maybe her ordinary saree was not making any attraction, she thought.
So, I've to wear something more provocative next time, she thought in mind and giggled.
Soon she reached Ramen's house.
Ramen was in a hurry. He was getting ready for his work.
He welcomed Dipa with joy and gratitude.
Ramen: Thank you very much madam. I'll never forget these… he couldn't say anymore.
Tears started coming in his eyes and his throat choked in emotions.
Dipa quickly hugged him and rubbed his back. She was still on the road, outside of his doorstep.
A few slum dwellers were passing by. They were looking at them curiously.
They stopped walking and stood there to watch what's going on.
Ramen was feeling a little embarrassed.
Dipa tapped his back and said, Areee Ramen Bhaiya don't cry. You're getting late. Go to your work. Then she released him from her hugging and stepped back and said, see, bhaiya, I'm here. Now you can go to work. Don't worry I'll take care of you both children.
Ramen held her hands and said, I've no words to show my gratitude to you. I can't ever pay back these debts, madam.
Dipa : You don't have to pay back anything. Now I think you're getting late to your work.
Just do me a favor.
Ramen : Yes madam, please tell me.
Dipa : I'm coming from the polyclinic. So, I don't want to go to the children in this dirty saree.
So please give me something to wear and show me the bathroom.
And Is Ramla masi here?
Ramen : Yes madam, she has come with Tukun babu. But we don't have any bathroom or toilet in our house. You've to go to the common bathroom. But I don't think you should go there..
Dipa : Ah, don't worry. What's the problem?
I'll go there. Now give me a saree of your wife.
Ramen : Really madam? Shall you wear her clothes?
Dipa : Why not?
Ramen : I can't believe it.
Dipa : Listen, if I'm gonna stay in the slum every day then I'll have to adopt your lifestyle and your Arteries also.
Yes or no?
Ramen : Yes, yes madam. Wait a minute.
I'm just coming back.
Ramen rushed into the room and within a minute he brought a very old and cheap lehenga and choli and a used soap and cheap scrubber and a cheap thin bengali towel( gamcha).
He said, madam, these were my wife's best clothes.
Dipa : Thank you, Ramen Bhaiya. Now show me the bathroom.
Ramen : Yes madam, follow me.
And soon they took the narrow and busy lane of the slum and Ramen stopped in front of a 5/5 square foot concrete pavement with a large iron hose pipe fixed beside the lane.
There was no lock or cap on the pipe.
The muddy ganges water was flowing continuously from the pipe.
Ramen : Madam… this is our bathroom..
Dipa looked at him and then looked around.
The narrow lane was busy and two labor class black men were already bathing sitting on the concrete pavement by the lane, wearing just tiny and dirty underwear.
There was a small tea shop just two to three meters away from there.
Dipa became nervous. How could she take an open bath here? What would the people say?
She asked Ramen, Bhaiya, is it your bathroom?
Ramen: Yes madam. 24 hours Ganges water service from Kolkata corporation.
But the problem is the women used to complete their bath within 7 am in the morning. And then we men used to take our baths. Sarala also used to bathe here in the morning.
She used to come around 6- 6.15 in the early morning.
Dipa : Hummm.
Ramen : But if you have a problem then you can go to Usman cacha's house. They have their own toilet and bathroom.
Dipa : That's not a bathroom at all. Only plastic and old clothes covered the area used as a toilet cum bathroom. That is dirtier than this open area.
If your wife Sarala could bathe here or all other women can bathe here then I also can take my bath here.
But the problem is I can't change my clothes here.
Where are the toilets?
Ramen : Ah leave that idea. The common toilet means some makeshift cubicles made by bamboo and plastic sheets over the old canal.
I think you should go to Usman chacha's house.
Dipa : Ah, don't worry. I'll take my bath here.
You take your wife's clothes and put them in your room. I'll go there and change my clothes there.
And you may go now. You're getting late.
Ramen : Are you sure? I mean…..
Dipa : Don't worry. Now go.
Ramen looked at those two people who were taking their bath under the pipe.
He shouted, Hey Kalu and Lalu, please take care of madam. She is our guest. She shouldn't face any trouble…
Kalu : Don't worry,Ramen Da. We will take care of Boudi. You go….
Lalu shouted, Boudi come. Don't worry. We are here.
Dipa nochantly started walking towards the Ganges water pipe.
Ramen stood there with his wife's clothes in hand. Dipa reached there and looked around.
People were around. Passing by on bikes, cycles or walking. The people were gossiping at the tea shop, sitting on wooden benches and frequently looking at her.
Dipa slowly started sitting down. But Lalu stopped her and said, aree madam, what are you doing?
Please remove the saree first..
That man insulted me with a woman's pic with a baby in lap. The admin deleted the pic as it was breaking the community law.
I again started writing despite of all my problems.
I've no profit by writing these stories.
I've only Passion for these stories.
And I realized that some readers here never ever can realize a writer's problem. And that is why many good stories destroyed. I'm not telling about all readers. I'm telling about some. They are so impatience.
And after giving so many efforts to the story it's really disappointing to me.
Sorry Elsevivian Sir and Anjali. I've to leave this Xossipy.
I've Lot's of personal problems. And I'm only wasting my time here and getting nothing.
Anyway here is a little writing which I started again.
But stopping here.
Good-by all
When Dipa reached the slum, she saw a little difference in the locals. Now they were not giving any surprised expressions. Means now they also become familiar with Dipa.
Or maybe her ordinary saree was not making any attraction, she thought.
So, I've to wear something more provocative next time, she thought in mind and giggled.
Soon she reached Ramen's house.
Ramen was in a hurry. He was getting ready for his work.
He welcomed Dipa with joy and gratitude.
Ramen: Thank you very much madam. I'll never forget these… he couldn't say anymore.
Tears started coming in his eyes and his throat choked in emotions.
Dipa quickly hugged him and rubbed his back. She was still on the road, outside of his doorstep.
A few slum dwellers were passing by. They were looking at them curiously.
They stopped walking and stood there to watch what's going on.
Ramen was feeling a little embarrassed.
Dipa tapped his back and said, Areee Ramen Bhaiya don't cry. You're getting late. Go to your work. Then she released him from her hugging and stepped back and said, see, bhaiya, I'm here. Now you can go to work. Don't worry I'll take care of you both children.
Ramen held her hands and said, I've no words to show my gratitude to you. I can't ever pay back these debts, madam.
Dipa : You don't have to pay back anything. Now I think you're getting late to your work.
Just do me a favor.
Ramen : Yes madam, please tell me.
Dipa : I'm coming from the polyclinic. So, I don't want to go to the children in this dirty saree.
So please give me something to wear and show me the bathroom.
And Is Ramla masi here?
Ramen : Yes madam, she has come with Tukun babu. But we don't have any bathroom or toilet in our house. You've to go to the common bathroom. But I don't think you should go there..
Dipa : Ah, don't worry. What's the problem?
I'll go there. Now give me a saree of your wife.
Ramen : Really madam? Shall you wear her clothes?
Dipa : Why not?
Ramen : I can't believe it.
Dipa : Listen, if I'm gonna stay in the slum every day then I'll have to adopt your lifestyle and your Arteries also.
Yes or no?
Ramen : Yes, yes madam. Wait a minute.
I'm just coming back.
Ramen rushed into the room and within a minute he brought a very old and cheap lehenga and choli and a used soap and cheap scrubber and a cheap thin bengali towel( gamcha).
He said, madam, these were my wife's best clothes.
Dipa : Thank you, Ramen Bhaiya. Now show me the bathroom.
Ramen : Yes madam, follow me.
And soon they took the narrow and busy lane of the slum and Ramen stopped in front of a 5/5 square foot concrete pavement with a large iron hose pipe fixed beside the lane.
There was no lock or cap on the pipe.
The muddy ganges water was flowing continuously from the pipe.
Ramen : Madam… this is our bathroom..
Dipa looked at him and then looked around.
The narrow lane was busy and two labor class black men were already bathing sitting on the concrete pavement by the lane, wearing just tiny and dirty underwear.
There was a small tea shop just two to three meters away from there.
Dipa became nervous. How could she take an open bath here? What would the people say?
She asked Ramen, Bhaiya, is it your bathroom?
Ramen: Yes madam. 24 hours Ganges water service from Kolkata corporation.
But the problem is the women used to complete their bath within 7 am in the morning. And then we men used to take our baths. Sarala also used to bathe here in the morning.
She used to come around 6- 6.15 in the early morning.
Dipa : Hummm.
Ramen : But if you have a problem then you can go to Usman cacha's house. They have their own toilet and bathroom.
Dipa : That's not a bathroom at all. Only plastic and old clothes covered the area used as a toilet cum bathroom. That is dirtier than this open area.
If your wife Sarala could bathe here or all other women can bathe here then I also can take my bath here.
But the problem is I can't change my clothes here.
Where are the toilets?
Ramen : Ah leave that idea. The common toilet means some makeshift cubicles made by bamboo and plastic sheets over the old canal.
I think you should go to Usman chacha's house.
Dipa : Ah, don't worry. I'll take my bath here.
You take your wife's clothes and put them in your room. I'll go there and change my clothes there.
And you may go now. You're getting late.
Ramen : Are you sure? I mean…..
Dipa : Don't worry. Now go.
Ramen looked at those two people who were taking their bath under the pipe.
He shouted, Hey Kalu and Lalu, please take care of madam. She is our guest. She shouldn't face any trouble…
Kalu : Don't worry,Ramen Da. We will take care of Boudi. You go….
Lalu shouted, Boudi come. Don't worry. We are here.
Dipa nochantly started walking towards the Ganges water pipe.
Ramen stood there with his wife's clothes in hand. Dipa reached there and looked around.
People were around. Passing by on bikes, cycles or walking. The people were gossiping at the tea shop, sitting on wooden benches and frequently looking at her.
Dipa slowly started sitting down. But Lalu stopped her and said, aree madam, what are you doing?
Please remove the saree first..
![[+]](https://xossipy.com/themes/sharepoint/collapse_collapsed.png)