|In a major city where you know no one, it is hard to discover your very own position. A place which will be home far from home and will offer you the agreeable corner. Being in Kolkata for very nearly three years, despite everything I felt like an outsider. Among every one of the colleagues, the tally of companions is dependably a modest number. So the adventure of survival is in many parts a desolate one.
Amid the time I examined in the college, I lived in a lodging directly over the street which had a place with an administration supported foundation implied for poor youngsters named after a conspicuous social specialist. It included a school inside its premises, a lodging for the understudies who examined there and a residence for few undergrads. The lease and the feast charges were unobtrusive as was the living. The residence was shared by six young ladies alongside the guardian who was relatively hard of hearing so didn’t happen as a snag in the way of gatherings, festivities and occasions which qualified us for shout as loud as possible. There was a tremendous report lobby and an eating space, both in need of fixes and recreation. Despite the fact that everything looked so grim, there was a comfort about the earth which metropolitan urban areas can once in a while offer. Simply outside the lodging there was a cable car line on which moved the cable cars in their strangely moderate speed close by a quick moving traffic. I used to sit on the stairs outside the lodging building and dream away while gazing at the commercials on the body of the cable car vehicles.
The college grounds was littler than typically expected and had four to five structures. In one such working at the backside of the grounds was my area of expertise. There were a few colleagues who turned out to be great companions of mine and could impart the figment of belongingness to the new conditions. A large portion of the days, after the classes, we would go to a little bottle just alongside our building and have hot tea and delightful samosa joined by long discourses, warmed discussions and exuberant visits on every single conceivable point under the sun.
In spite of the fact that there was a ton occurring around, I felt a vacuum inside me which never appeared to decrease. Once in a while I used to go for a walk along the walkway of the college grounds. There were sellers of road nourishment, a shoemaker and furthermore a little stationery shop. The last one was right around a tin-wooden bureau where the pen dealer appeared to be for all time introduced with no real way to exit or enter the shop. The majority of the days I used to stop by this shop and took a gander at and tried the different pens for quite a long time together. The man despite the fact that had an unnerving look, tremendous fabricated and red eyes, he never demonstrated any disturbance towards me. He continued taking out the pens from the behind the glass cases and some of the time likewise from his shrouded stocks. In the wake of seeing and jotting with every one of the pens I would just take a three or four rupees pen, which around then were the main ones I could bear the cost of with my pitiful pocket-cash. I now and again felt a little apprehensive that he would yell at me for squandering such a large amount of his time. Be that as it may, all through the 2 years I remained there, he never at any point talked a cross word to me.
At some point, it was raining intensely and I didn’t have an umbrella. I had quite recently got down from a transport and needed to walk a short separation back to my inn. I began strolling toward that path, when I heard someone yelling, “sister”, “sister”. I thought back and saw the stationery businessperson. I went to him and asked what was the issue. He said that since it was pouring vigorously, I could sit in his shop, registration the new supply of pens and return to inn when the rain stops. For a minute I dithered, however the possibility of getting the chance to view the pens influenced me to react in the positive. Shockingly, I discovered that the shop was bigger than I thought and had a little hall behind. He offered me a seat and took out the pens for me. Once while I was jotting with one of them, I took a fast look at the man and discovered him grinning at me. I rapidly kept the pen aside and set up a balanced look all over. Be that as it may, at that point he all of a sudden left and I was sitting in solitude with my eyes meandering all over when I got a quick look at a parker pen. After a short time he returned with a some tea and offered it to me with such a charitable signal, that I couldn’t deny, in spite of the fact that I felt odd. I requesting that he demonstrate to me the parker pen. It looked so exquisite and composed so easily that I needed to get it with my entire existence, however not surprisingly it was extravagant. I think I was clutching the sticker price for over a moment when the businessperson stated, I can give you the pen for rupees ninety-five rather than hundred. I turned upward and said thanks to him for the offer, however declined as it was still very expensive for me. At that point, the rain had ceased, and in the wake of valuing his thoughtfulness, I energetically strolled back to my lodging.
After that day, the shop had turned into my most loved place to hang-out. He used to move me the pens dependably at a limited cost and frequently likewise offered me tea. He had a great deal of data about the different kinds of pens and other composition instruments. Albeit the two of us thought nothing about one another, we had a profound fellowship dependent on a typical enjoying towards pens.
Toward the finish of two years, I went home for getting ready for my last examinations. Following my tests got over, I went to the shop, just to think that its close and bolted. I looked about however couldn’t discover anyone around. All of a sudden the shoemaker sitting on the pathway shouted to me and said that the pen vender had sold his shop and returned to his town. When I asked him what occurred, he couldn’t give me any correct data yet said that there was some sort of a mishap and a passing in the family. I felt exceptionally sad for the man and returned feeling pitiful. I needed to leave for my home following day, so I began pressing my things. While orchestrating the books and the stationery things into my bag, I discovered many pens, all purchased from that stationery shop. I took out one of the pens and pondered internally, how a unimportant associate turns into a huge piece of your life. I needed to meet him one final time and express gratitude toward him for giving me organization amid the most recent two years. I believe that little shop was more dear to me than every one of my companions.