21-01-2026, 03:43 PM
The chemistry lecture was going on. It's been my favourite subject. But I had no attention whatsoever. My mind was occupied with Rambo-guy’s visit in the morning and the aftermath. While it might have not meant anything, as it was not uncommon to see some beggar at your door, the recognition for mummy that I saw in his eyes made me upset. So did seeing mummy’s collapse — physical, and even more severe mental one, so as to get nausea seeing the bloody abuser who looted her chastity the day before.
He was definitely mentally challenged, naive and nihilist in attitude. And somehow I had a gut feeling that his misbehavior with mummy was an act in the moment of heat. It wasn’t like he had planned anything. So I was expecting no fixation, no further trouble for mummy. No trail of his existence was anticipated to be left over our lives. But it wasn’t so straightforward, It seemed.
Every time I was to see the Rambo-guy, I was to face the soul destroying uneasiness. And mummy’s position was to be worse — scars were not healed, she was just successfully covering her pain inside with a smiling face, no doubt, didi’s arrival had helped.
Shall I beat him up with the help of my friend? If we could make his life miserable and force him to leave the town, the burden on my chest, the constant worry for my mummy would have been dealt with. And of course, my friends would definitely enjoy beating shit out of that man. The problem was what reason to propose to them for this bullying activity. Of course, it would have been suspicious if I showed unreasonable aggression towards the man without valid reason. And the valid reason was gross to openly discuss.
After college I was returning home with a few of my friends. I was not to join them for practice today, as discussed in the morning, I was to accompany Jiju and Meenakshi di for the shopping. As we departed, my friends jumped the wall compound of the ground, waving me good bye. I was startled to see the Rambo-guy walking to us from the other side. My body shivered but I kept walking, showing as if I didn’t register him. But through the corner of my eyes I was observing his disgusting appearance.
His clothes were obviously dirty and torn at places. The denim jean especially, that must have been given to him by some altruist mind of the town, was stained by dirt and food. It was clear that he didn’t bathe regularly, let alone the rest of the grooming. His rough face had inches of spiky, irregular beard grown with a good mix of grey-black, hair was full of mess but he still had a strong physique. That's why at times he used to grab some money doing some heavy work in the market.
As he came near I gave a quick peek at him, and he was looking at me only. His eyes were cold, unaltered, but I got a gut feeling that he recognized me from the morning’s incident even though his eyes were difficult to read.
I passed him and only after walking significant steps I looked back. He walked in his own rhythm, hanging a sack at his back, not sure what all the stuff he had collected in it. Maybe I was right, he is mad and indifferent, the river situation was an accident, one in a million exceptions, and won’t repeat again, ever.
He was definitely mentally challenged, naive and nihilist in attitude. And somehow I had a gut feeling that his misbehavior with mummy was an act in the moment of heat. It wasn’t like he had planned anything. So I was expecting no fixation, no further trouble for mummy. No trail of his existence was anticipated to be left over our lives. But it wasn’t so straightforward, It seemed.
Every time I was to see the Rambo-guy, I was to face the soul destroying uneasiness. And mummy’s position was to be worse — scars were not healed, she was just successfully covering her pain inside with a smiling face, no doubt, didi’s arrival had helped.
Shall I beat him up with the help of my friend? If we could make his life miserable and force him to leave the town, the burden on my chest, the constant worry for my mummy would have been dealt with. And of course, my friends would definitely enjoy beating shit out of that man. The problem was what reason to propose to them for this bullying activity. Of course, it would have been suspicious if I showed unreasonable aggression towards the man without valid reason. And the valid reason was gross to openly discuss.
After college I was returning home with a few of my friends. I was not to join them for practice today, as discussed in the morning, I was to accompany Jiju and Meenakshi di for the shopping. As we departed, my friends jumped the wall compound of the ground, waving me good bye. I was startled to see the Rambo-guy walking to us from the other side. My body shivered but I kept walking, showing as if I didn’t register him. But through the corner of my eyes I was observing his disgusting appearance.
His clothes were obviously dirty and torn at places. The denim jean especially, that must have been given to him by some altruist mind of the town, was stained by dirt and food. It was clear that he didn’t bathe regularly, let alone the rest of the grooming. His rough face had inches of spiky, irregular beard grown with a good mix of grey-black, hair was full of mess but he still had a strong physique. That's why at times he used to grab some money doing some heavy work in the market.
As he came near I gave a quick peek at him, and he was looking at me only. His eyes were cold, unaltered, but I got a gut feeling that he recognized me from the morning’s incident even though his eyes were difficult to read.
I passed him and only after walking significant steps I looked back. He walked in his own rhythm, hanging a sack at his back, not sure what all the stuff he had collected in it. Maybe I was right, he is mad and indifferent, the river situation was an accident, one in a million exceptions, and won’t repeat again, ever.
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