I Have My Own Day

Greetings Of Life

Everyone have there own ideology,but being a narrator I should be perspective of all.

A country in which people work hard not to earn money or respect but for love and unity.
This had all happened just because of a man who had a desire .Whole world talking about his work and achieving his dream by a very unique way. He had never left any stone unturned for critics to point out .He is not the prime Minister or president, just a common man

A press meet as been set up, thousands of people have gathered just to witness the man behind this great work of making a country which have all the facilities (like open mindedness,no comparison,treat everyone equally,no caste,religion..and you can add what ever you feel should be there for being a prefect humans).
He got down from a government bus,walked towards the stage .
Suddenly a women voice interprets him"hey go to the field,it's too late''
Eye lashes of the man unwillingly sperates from each other.
To his surprise the face of the woman screaming was familiar,it was his mother waking him from his sleep.
Got up as usually with a yawn and than he realized that he was day dreaming and the country which he dreamt was his dreamland and the grown up man was he himself.

He moves towards a bucket filled with water.Takes a mango leaf and starts brushing ,washes his face with water.
Takes a basket filled with food(a roti,dal,rice,sambar, nothing more than that).

This is his daily routine,he is a uneducated boy of 13-14 yrs (not sure because poor people will not celebrate their birthdays).He is uneducated because he was restricted from school.I too don't know the exact incident.Localates narrated me when I went on research about this boy.

'Actually he never missed any classes , but teacher in this school don't want a child who is more intelligent then them'.said one in a group where I enquired.
Other one opposing him 'no no teachers are good but that boy never attend any class'.
A old man with a brownish coloured stick took me to the nearby pedestal and started his narration.
''Actually he was a very good student but never had chance for expore.Teacher never let him to ask questions.Main reason is poverty.
I interupted''has he completely left learning''
The old man smiled with his duplicate teeth"he has never stopped learning ,nature is his teacher and experience is his punishment.

The boy took the basket kept in his head started moving towards field.

Hmmm I don't want to end this part here.As usual a twist is needed always.

The jailer checking his watch, policeman escorts the a boy towards the hanging rope.The boy was hanged .

Can that be the same boy,why was he jailed .
Life greets...Not as you think but to a new turns which you have never taught.