Mamma where are you

Mamma where are you-----


It was an early Sunday morning, soon after the hostel breakfast, the kids were taken to the playground. The morning was bright and the kids were joyous. Little Rishabh was sitting on the bench under the shade of a huge tree. He was sad as he was missing home and mamma’s pampers. He would remember how Mamma made his favourite puris and fondly make him sit on her lap and feed him. He remembered how on is fifth birthday baba had got him the mini motor bike which he loved to ride on. He would spend the entire day riding around the whole of the house and would even show-off to his friends.

Rishabh was from a very wealthy family who wished for him to attend a good school and get a good education. A school was carefully chosen in Patna so that overpampering would not spoil him and divert his attention from studies. Hence at a mere tender age of 6, Rishabh was packed away to a boarding school at Patna. Here he sits lonely and desolate.

Suddenly there is the shrill sound of the vendor bell. Rishabh, out of curiosity, ran towards it and saw the vendor selling pineapples. Pineapples were one of his favourite fruit so he felt tempted and called out to the vendor to give him some. The vendor came close and asked for money . Rishabh didn’t have any on him but was longing for the pineapple. So, he pleaded the vendor to give him some fruit and that he shall pay him as soon as he gets money from home.
The vendor was in no mood of charity. He snubbed the boy and even abused him and went away. The poor child stood there crying and wishing mamma was here. He kept on calling for her and wishing she would appear from somewhere. Then as he was about to turn and go back to his bench, he spotted some peels of the pineapple that had been thrown away by the vendor lying near the gate of the ground. He ran and picked up the peels and licked them to satiate his yearn to eat the fruit. Oh mamma where are you?