It's Not That Simple

Kolkata

It was a sunny day in Kolkata. The sun was at the peak when I and my family hopped out of the packed train onto a crowded platform. Men, women, children all were running haphazardly in chaos in search of their platform numbers. It was so crowded that we even didn't noticed when a man hit my mom and she fell down,Me and my brother helped her to get up while my father tried to chase and catch the man but he failed as the station was full of people and that man was so quick that we didn't even saw his face. We settled down on a bench with our luggage at the platform,where I helped mom to get relax and gave her some water meanwhile she was cursing that man in her angry but cute look. ‘That moron,!idiot.. didn't he have eyes? was he blind or what’watching her that mad,Neil(my brother) and I started laughing when she said ‘Yes Laugh! Laugh louder,that idiot didn't hit you that's why you are laughing, how would you understand my situation you don't have to bear the pain and insult of falling down in a full crowded platform’,we laughed more, this time it was actually loud . Meanwhile, papa came with the tickets for local train to reach our final destination that was supposed to be ‘Howrah’,which is in Western part of Hoogli River. We moved toward the local train, entered into it and found our allotted seat in the last row, we settled ourselves in our respective seat. Train was around one hour late so we just sat there and relaxed, It was the month of May and Kolkata was burning with the heat of sun, sweat was running from all over our face.  I took out the water bottle from my shoulder bag and cooled my throat with some water, I was looking outside the window where a group of boys and girls caught my attention,  they were seemed to be brothers and sisters which made me miss my cousins and family whom I have left behind. I was excited to start my new journey in Kolkata but I would miss Ranchi,  my home where I have grown up, where I have spent my whole childhood. Life in Kolkata would be totally different from Ranchi,  we would even have to face some difficulties to settle here but that's what life is about— Changing,  excepting, Facing, Falling and again rising up, meeting new people, exploring.  Yes I would miss my cousins,my relatives with whom I have grown up,My school, college , there's local food,  local parks temples.. everything yes I gonna miss them but still I would have to keep going because life isn't about stopping or stuck at one place, It is about continuing, It is about living.
People say Kolkata is the city of joy let's see how much joy it has for us.

And there we were in front of a Taxicab trying to shift ourselves and our loads of luggage into that small size Taxi. Being the head of family Papa occupied the front seat where I,  Neil and Maa adjusted Ourselves in the middle one and as always I was sandwiched between Maa and Neil, (...Aaah that always happens with me, Actually, the window seat has always been an apple of discord between Me and Neil, where papa act as an arbitrator but convincing Neil to leave window seat is a hard nut to crack, so being the elder one I always have to compromise). Arghhh!!! It was so suffocating and unsettling; settling between two individuals...   I was actually feeling like a potato smashed between two big buns. Somehow we managed to get through those unbearable and troublesome traffic of Kolkata and made ourselves to Kiranchandra Singh Road Shibpur,  Howrah Where Mukesh uncle lives, Papa's childhood friend and we were supposed to live there until we found a place to settle down in Kolkata.

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