His voice was ravishing,
He was a hard worker.
My eyes keep on searching him but now he was no where..
Uncle left Firoz at our house for a type of support which was unattainable. Our eyes were vacant for sleep but fully filled of tears.
And that one photograph with garland in front of us look like it was wishing to see us well groomed. We both were hugging him with report cards in our hand presenting our meritorious marks.
Actually, Abbu want me to clear my 12th board exams with meritorious marks and Akbar to clear 10th boards with best score. Like he quickly brought a newspaper from me to see and celebrate our success. But everything seem fading. "How god can leave so much weight on fragile shoulders of mine?","But i cannot be so weak . I need to take responsibilities , take care of Akbar , his studies with mine too and this roof. I need to heal and step up and at least try to pretend strong before Akbar".
Next morning,
I woke up after a long nap, it was 5 am , completed normal chores and went Phulwari Sharif to collect stack of newspaper. Then i went to every house of Mahatma Gandhi Nagar circulating papers on my bicycle.
It was 7 am when i returned home , Akbar was ready with blue shirt and a tie on it. I went to bathroom changed my clothes and we both left for school.
At 12:30 pm we proceed towards home. Aunty (Firoz's mom) took responsibility of feeding us. She prepared Briyani and served it with soup which use to be very delicious for a hungry stomach.
13:00 ,now its time for my fathers job.
I shuttered up the stall. Everything messed up there , organization of things was necessary. I move the cylinder connected it with stove and fired it with the help of match-stick. Then boil some potatoes, chopped them and mixed them with the flour.
I waited for consumers for long.
I was not able to gain much crowd like my Abbu did and i was trying to find a way to deal with the burns over my fingers.
At 17:00 i packed some paranthas as a dinner meal for both of us and returned home .
After reaching home Akbar and i ate paranthas. Now we sat to study.
Apart from my studies i need to take care of Akbar's too.
Akbar is a normal guy with weak mathematics. Hence i had to help him in his mathematics problems.
We studied till 10:30 and slept.
Abbu's absence still haunt us. His voice still echo's in house. But we know we have to move on, atleast for Abbu and that's all what we were doing. Days passed in same fashion .
I'm habitual to write whatever i go through so i always maintain a diary.
I don't have detective sister...! , wait , Akbar do that for me.
He use to read my diary whenever he get a chance to do that.
I was known to this but never stopped him because i want him to learn the struggle we were going through and to motivate himself to work hard in his studies and flourish Abbu's dream.
