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January 1, 1990, Patna..

Happy new year Guys..

As per my normal schedule, at 5AM I catch the bundle of newspaper from 'Phulwari Sharif' railway station and supply it to almost all the rich houses of 'Mahatma Gandhi Nagar' colony. The money which i receive in return is what my pocket money was.

It was 7 o'clock when i returned home. As of my daily routine, i went to kitchen to make special Tea for my Abba. His tea is special as i always add a little ginger, 2 cloves and 2 cardamoms with so much love in it. After Ammi's death it was abba who, inspite of being in miserable conditions, took the responsibility of me and my little brother, Akbar. I have seen him working in hot sun with his burnt hands selling paranthas on a small stall and calling people to eat them who in return never respected him. I was never ashamed of his work. Instead i loved that. I was happy with whatever we had. I always wanted to help him with his Paranthas stall so that i could turn that stall into a big rasturant one day but he, he never wanted me to do that. As i was good enough in studies he never let me to work on his stall. He use to always say me, "Main tumhe bahut unche ohde par dekhna chahta hu Nawab shabh.".

"Abba jaan, aapki chai taiyar hai" I told him.

"Sukriya Nawab shabh." He replied.

I always loved the way he calls me Nawab Shabh, a sound of affinity.

It was not a normal day , being the first day of new year , Akbar and I decided to organise some special programs for tonight

'Akbar inform Kareem , Firoz , Hameed and Salmal about the Antrakshri program'.

We all live like a society with a lot of affection and brotherhood , hence we enjoy each and every occasion with full potential and joy.

'Aacha Nawab Shabh hum chlte hai...'
Abbu left for his stall and Akbar left for his school.

At 8 PM

We all sat in my room..
'Baithe baithe ky kre...........hence the play started'

Kareem was a kind of person who's
very much interested in drinking so he was there with a bottle of rum which he just opened and we all drank except Akbar and 4 hours passed like 4 minutes for us.

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