Although, I had performed well in my first performance, but there was something that kept disturbing me. "Was I really happy being a clown?" was not sure about it. And sadly, I had no other choice. I was deprived of basic education. I was clueless about the literate world. Hence, I had to compromise being a clown.
"Ronak Raichand", My gosh, such a silk-stocking name. Ironically, my life was a complete devoid of brightness. My life was darker than the 'black color', which people adore these days.
Worst part, excluding Mr. Vipin, nobody addressed me as 'Ronak' as I was given a ridiculous name, 'Mojo'.
All night, I kept turning and tossing left to right on the bed.
My preoccupied mind, full of thoughts had kept me awake.
It was 4 am, birds had begun their chirping. Listening to their chirps, I imagined myself as a bird, free to fly high in the peaceful sky. I envied them.
When the clock struck 6, Mr. Vipin woke up and came near me and greeted-"Good Morning! Ronak, you woke up too early."
I said-"Morning sir! Actually yesterday i slept a little early and as such i love to catch a glimpse of sunrise." What a lovely lie it was!
He said-"Oh great then, freshen up and come down quickly for the breakfast." We always had the breakfast together.
At times, it was hard to believe that he was just a stranger i met 8 years back. He was way too kind and generous to be a stranger. He had been taking care of me since I was 12.
He had always treated me like his real son. I too looked for a father in him. But he always maintained a little distance, as if worried of getting too attached.
He was my lifeline, I felt so indebted to him. Without him, I don't know what I would have been doing in my life. He was my savior.
