It was just another morning for me and then I met him for the first time on my way to school. We were travelling together to a boarding school where we both had volunteered to teach in Jhari Pani. Jhari Pani is a small place between Dehradun and …show more content…
I seemed to forget everything and was lost in the innocence of the kids I had to teach. From then onward I got busy with my work and forgot him almost. Though, I liked the place but I also felt unsettled by the newness all around me. Hailing from Bangalore, I always had a luxurious and a comfortable life and here vast changes were coming up.
Another day dawned and the sound of the birds chirping could be heard at a distance. It was kind of strange because I lived in an urban area where the honking of cars and buses start even before it is dawn. But here peace was all around, which could be heard in the form of the chirping of birds in the morning. And then I noticed him again some days later as he had become the favourite teacher of all the students around.
I was a bit jealous of him because he had attracted all the students. After the classes, the children would run after him and he would play with them to make them smile, since the schedule of the boarding school is very hectic and the poor children just had an hour of playing. I wanted to be the favourite teacher of the students but he, the pied- pier took away that opportunity from me. After watching him continuously for some days, I realized that he was the hot favourite of all because while playing with the kids, he would make them win, and the kids really enjoyed with …show more content…
During nights Dehradun looked like as if the diamonds had been scattered all over the city and it was like being myself amidst the mountains. Sundays used to be days when I could actually roam about with my iPod in my ears and look at the beauty of the hills clearly. Suddenly, I noticed a man lying on ground sleeping with the book covering his face. The moment I realized that it was him who was lying there, I somehow felt happy but the pied-pier just didn’t notice him. It seemed that he least cared for me. Each Sunday went in the same manner, he was found on the same spot on every weekend, lying under the same tree with his face covered by the same book. And one day, I could not help but interrupt him and asked that why did he not care even if I was around him. He started by stating me a philosophy of infinite being equal to zero and that he never cared to show but that care was