GOING TO RECLAIM MY LOST 5 rs. COIN.

                                                                                      

                                                                                   

Life in exile is more grievous suffering of any human being;

This is a story of a boy who got uprooted from his birthplace from ago 30 years due to the Terrorism. It starts as below;-

It was summertime in the year 1989, Sunday. I accompanied my two friends who were playing cricket in the playground which was in the yard of our temple. I was fielding and while catching the ball that was hit by my friend who was batting, I fell towards the boundary wall, but still got the ball and passed to the bowler, my next friend. The game continued for about one hour cheerfully.

those all activities were done in the yard of our home located on the banks of the river. Our other usual activities were playing soccer, badminton, hockey, and swimming in the morn and the dusk. Because often, we were exerting a bath in the nearby river.

 After gaming, we chose to go to the market to buy some candies or whatever we like as it depends on our flavor. We gathered up our cricket kit and stored in one of my friend’s house wherever we always love to keep it. in a case. As it was like the toolkit case went happily with my two friends sprang rooming the local market was happy as it was Sunday, which means a fun day for us, and  I have got my next week’s pocket money of 5 rs. All of us chose to go for orange ice cream today first. ordered for three nos. and began liking and babbling.

It was my turn to pay now, as we habitually pay alternately one by one another. while consuming I sprang to hunt my left pocket and abruptly found my pocket blank.it was a very awkward incident for me, It started sweats on my front. I have lost my 5rs coin.one of my friend marked and said what happened? appearing depraved I said I have lost my 5rs coin. its o.k. Dont worry one of them took 1rs fifty paise and paid to the ice cream vendor. while getting home I was not responding well within, thinking as it was my turn and I don’t pay my turn indeed. I was recalling the whole days recreating means in the back flash of my thought. we started returning home it was going darker. later having dinner in the night. I went for sleep.i didn’t nap the whole night.

 

The next day was Monday and Monday means moving to school, I got up early in the morning and after all the morning activities, outfitted in the school uniform and began to move towards school. the way to the school was roughly 1.50 km from home. I was on the midway, recalling of yesterday's incident and walking ahead, I just paused and said yes, I got it I must be lost my 5rs coin near the boundary wall where I fell, there was also a small plant surrounded by few stones which people normally used to keep it to defend until it grew big long, definitely, it will be there.i was promptly much sure about it.

 

will find it in the dusk and began moving further.   the action of troops escort was usual for us, as the road was going towards the furthered post closer to frontier areas.abruptly in a blink of moments I hard some few gunshots and everybody round in the area began fleeing for their refuge of lives. I too began running to the safer side, while I was moving back, one of my friends on the back halfway grab hold of my hand and grasped me into his house which we were almost reached. quickly in the whole area .buzzes flowed that there is going stone pelting on the army and many people have sustained injuries.

 means of communication were most limited and carefully this my friends' mom, took me to my house. moreover, later a few hours we heard the news by the govt. has decided to impose a curfew from the night. we decided to move to the uncle's home for a few days because it was more protected than ours. soon the whole area was cordoned off and search were going on  .the whole story of my life changed. the atmosphere becomes too much fear and not recognizing the whole community of ours began leaving, finally, we descended to 360 km tirelessly Jammu. the place was new and besides not talking about the suffering deep as it will shift too much large to read for all of you, let us proceed to the story 5rs.coin.

it was now after twenty years of refugee; I chose to go back to my motherland once to see, whether what will be that place now?5rs coin was still in my mind. now we were grown I decided with one of my dear same-friend to take this opportunity. not defining our parents because they don’t allow us, we on one fine day in the same summertime stuffed up our bags and drove towards our native place. now situations ought improved.

 that place was not surfaced enough live in news bulletins’ after driving for about 13hrs drive, we were tired and chose to stay at one of my friend's sister's house. lastly, we arrived there. the climate was wonderful.it was like welcoming my old days of teens. we stayed there at night.

The next morning we started a journey towards our native place.it took us about three hours to reach, while on the way I was recollecting my all years of detachment. we kept our car nearby shop which was situated near to our school and began walking towards our home the streets were looking shrinking much more than that of our time.

after traveling halfway some of our past neighbors noticed us and asked to guide us to the site.on reaching the spot. my eyes became stoned and witnessing the scene, tears began rolling down, the entire stretch was destructed and transformed into the mass of dust.essentially the horrifying was the temple wherever we cherish and in its backyard played in my teens was converted within garbage dumping site, I became so extremely shocked and was feeling killed inside cursing to myself, why we chose to come here.there were no house upheld. everything was demolished, except a few trees.

proceeding distant I started utilizing the site plan of our house. I took a log of wood appearing the side of a  window started dismantling the thick grass-grown some feet long.there was a wall apparent, oh; this is the boundary wall .the plant which I was continuously cherished by me in my dreams so many years has converted into the big tree. I began to turn some of those stones which we have put there. my whole perception of reclaiming 5rs coin was broken with the thoughts. my friend said, what are you exploring? I am searching for my memories dear, I answered with a frail voice. getting nothing, killing some time for a while, ultimately, we walked and I chose from inside not or nevermore to visit this place, not because of not getting 5rs coin, but because of the wretched condition of our relished temple and its yard were all our recollections persisted drowned. hope you will love this my reality of mine.