'Purple Wishes' Under 'Purple Clouds' brings back childhood memories

Needless to say, the story tells its own story - that's where all the details of its seasons will be found.

The garden does not have a market, so guavas cannot be bought from there, they can only be stolen. But the theft of guavas is not considered a major crime like the theft of the market. Among the guavas, there are also some pink gir ones, which the boy had not seen before, but now they have become one of his wishes forever. But the guavas of the garden never come easily.

One winter morning two pairs of little feet are running. His body is shivering with cold. The shards of the cold wind gleam in his ribs. They don't know it's cold wave season. The girl's feet are two steps ahead and the boy's two steps behind. She marks the path and the boy places his feet on the footpath exactly from where he has just stepped forward. The footprints of the girl are like a reassurance to him. Her back is towards the boy. She stops and turns occasionally as she walks, shows something to the boy, and then moves on.

For the girl, it is her familiar world, every inch of which is her own. It is an unknown world for the boy, every moment scary but full of adventure. He thought there was so much in it, he had never known it before. If he had not come on this journey with the support of the girl, he might have remained untouched by it for the rest of his life. Being with the girl gives him courage. Her wishes include fresh ripe guavas along with Entertainment. To be honest, the greed of sweet guavas had dragged him here.

There are many desires in the mind of the girl along with taking the boy for a tour of this unfamiliar world, the main thing is to tell him in detail about the forest and fields and trees and plants, to swing him on a swing tied to a tree. Many wishes were included such as feeding on guavas and sweet fresh peas hanging on the vines. There is a little pride in the girl's spirit. But she is telling everything to the boy very easily. The boy is listening to her words as if she is telling about some fantasy world. For a boy, this world is just a fantasy. Full of dangers and apprehensions at every step. But there was also a special thrill in it, which was tempting the boy to come here with the girl even after taking all the risks.

The girl is continuously telling a lot, this flower is like this, this is that crop with such leaves, its care is very difficult, sweet juicy fruits come on that tree in summer, this drain comes up till here in the rains, Snakes live in Bambi, snakes are blind, they can't do anything if a scorpion stings them, people eat river crabs, very good toys are made from tidal rods, sweet berries grow in these bushes, parrots Always nibbles on sweet fruits, The boy understands something and forgets most of it. After all, how much does he remember?

The boy is wearing a shirt over the vest and his elder brother's sweater over it. The sweater is way too big for her, dangling over her body like she's a pigeon. He is wearing pajamas and has plastic slippers on his feet. The soles of the slippers are worn. The boy is feeling cold even after shirt and sweater. The girl is wearing only a frock, which is dangling below her knees. The color of the frock used to be bright red, which has now worn down to brown. There are neither shoes nor slippers on his feet. She is sinking barefoot into that forest. In front of the boy The boy looks at it carefully and thinks, it doesn't feel cold. While coming to the forest, his body has not turned into wood somewhere. The boy knew that wood does not feel cold. While water, stone and iron also become cold due to cold. For a moment the boy looked at the girl who was talking in front of him like this, Like he's really a puppet. Would the puppets have the same amount of information inside them? Would he also have such a good heart?

Looking at her like this, the girl asked- 'What happened, why are you looking like this?' Agreeing for a moment, the boy said - 'Are you a puppet, don't you feel cold?' The girl smiled and said- 'Well, I look wooden to you...' Then she started laughing. The sun was disintegrating into pieces in his laughter. The boy felt her smile shining like glass in his eyes and it dazzled his eyes.

'Well, bite the tweezers on my hand, you will know for yourself whether I am of wood or flesh'- saying he extended his right hand in front of the boy. The boy fearfully cut the tweezers and jumped up chirping- 'Hey you are just like me, you are not made of wood.'

Both laughed out loud at this. His laughter filled that forest. Some pieces of blossom got scattered in the fields by getting on the sun. The earth became green with pieces of laughter. There the birds nested, they sang sweet songs, that corner smelled of grain. Squirrels, birds and all other creatures tasted them. The farmer's face glowed in that sunlight and laughter.

The boy and the girl went ahead. Beyond that is a garden of guavas. Guavas have flourished in this season and the branches of the young trees are bowing down with the weight of the fruits. As if she wanted to lie down on the ground. Latalum guavas are planted on the trees. Raw-ripe, small-big... The shine of the green leaves bathed in dew drops has increased and at some places they are tangled with the fruits in such a way that one has to identify the green fruits from the middle of the leaves only by looking carefully. The garden is resounding with the chirping of birds. The parrots in their flock are patrolling the trees in the garden. Their half-eaten fruits are scattered on the ground.

The boy felt like running to that garden and eating guavas to his heart's content. But around the garden there is a garden made of tinsel of dry branches of acacia. There are only thorns in the garden and it is not possible for him to go across it to the garden. The girl understands his impatience. She says with a smile - 'It is not good to be in such a hurry, if the watchman sees it, he will be beaten up.'

The boy gets scared on hearing about the beating. He wants to run away from there. But even returning alone is not easy now. He wants to tell the girl that we should not eat guava, we go back colorless. But can't say. What will the girl think about him? By the way, he keeps talking big and where is he asking to return because of the fear of the watchman. But the truth was that the boy was very scared from inside. On the other hand, the girl was continuously being told- 'The watchman of this garden is very angry and wicked. His eyes are always red and the hair around his bald skull is disheveled. There is a big stick in his hands. He doesn't even spare the children. beats them with a cane. When a child was caught, he clenched all the five fingers of his right hand like a fist and bit the child's back. The child kept crying, begging, He kept crying out never to come here again, but he did not feel pity. He beats guava pluckers in such a way that don't ask. Sometimes he is tied to a tree and beaten.

Does he never hear the sweet song of the bird? Even after living with birds and sweet guavas for so many days, he did not learn to speak sweetly. Splatters of spit keep flying out of his mouth while abusing wildly. You know, the owner of the garden is more than that. Complete executioner. When there is a mistake, he scolds the watchman badly, also raises his hand. He fills the truck and sells all the guavas. The owner of the garden is more than this. Complete executioner. If there is a mistake, he scolds the watchman badly, he also raises his hand. He fills the truck and sells all the guavas. The owner of the garden is more than this. Complete executioner. When there is a mistake, he scolds the watchman badly, also raises his hand. He fills the truck and sells all the guavas.

The boy was even more scared. This time, instead of showing his inner fear on the outside, he proposed, showing himself comfortable - 'Well, today we are also getting late.' We will come some other day and eat guava. Let's go back today.'

The girl turned back and stared at his face. To avoid the eyes of the girl, he turned his gaze to the other side. But the girl did not know how she had read his inner fear. The boy was caught stealing. He got beaten up.

He said with a smile - 'You are also a coward, the watchman here after guarding the whole night goes to his home in the village in Bhunsar. Now will return from there only after the first hour. This is his daily routine. Sometimes he even breaks the rules. It remains to be seen whether he breaks the rules today or not. If it is broken, we will have to return without guavas.'

The boy became sad. He said in his mind, if the watchman comes, will he come after telling this. Will die herself, will get me killed too. Somewhere the watchman caught hold of him... just thinking about it sent shivers down his spine. Even in the cold morning, he started sweating profusely. Here the girl climbed a mango tree near the garden. He didn't understand why she suddenly climbed the tree. Is the watchman coming this way and out of fear of him has she climbed up leaving me alone? The boy shouted loudly - 'Now what is there on the tree, I don't even know how to climb it.'

The girl said nothing, pointing the index finger of her right hand on her lips and gestured him to keep quiet. She climbed from this branch to the very top. From there he looked far into the garden, resting the palm of his right hand on his upper eyelids. Then quickly came down.

'Come on, it's a good omen. The watchman has not broken his rule. I have seen from the top of the tree. He is not there, now we can pluck guavas comfortably.' The girl said while stepping forward quickly. 'But here there are only thorns, how will we reach inside.' The boy's fear had subsided a bit now. He could smell the guavas. The taste of guava had come on his tongue.

The girl said nothing, just kept moving forward. After going a little further, he removed one of the gratings in the garden, and then a round rock-like path came out from there. The girl first removed thorns and stones from there and then almost crawling on her knees reached the garden. He was also pricked by one or two thorns, which he himself immediately threw away. He told the boy that he should also come here crawling through the dust like this. It was very difficult for the boy but his fear was already exposed in front of the girl and then the garden of fresh guavas was also tempting him. How could he stop himself? After some effort, he also came to the garden.

Now both of them were very close to their dream. So close that with a slight kick of his heel, he could break any guava with his bare hands. He wanted to pluck a guava, when the girl stopped him.

'Hey, it is still raw, let it cook... Its seeds are so hard that they will get stuck between the teeth.' The girl was explaining to him that by looking at the guava on the branch from above, we can recognize whether it is ripe or unripe. She could tell by touching her hand which guava is cooking and which is still two to four days late in ripening. The boy asked - 'Where did you learn all this from?' She didn't give any answer, just smiled and quickly extended her hand and started pinching the guava. He stretched out his hand to pluck a guava and asked- 'Have you ever eaten pink guava?'

Now it was the boy's turn to be shocked. He asked with surprise - ' Otherwise... Guava can be pink too. I have seen only white gir in green or yellow guavas, where is this pink from...? The girl told- 'The gir of some guavas is also pink.'

'Like this...' said the girl, touching a guava on the tree. When he broke it and bit it with his teeth, it was indeed pink from inside. The boy snatched it from the girl's hand. The girl had bitten the unripe green guava, round like the earth, like a half-moon and the rest was now in her hands. The boy felt that this pink hearted guava was sweeter than the rest of the guavas. Now his surprise had increased. He asked- 'How do you recognize the guava of pink gir from so many guavas on the tree?'

The girl didn't say anything. The bus started plucking guavas quickly. She plucked some more pink guavas and then said in a worried voice - 'It is about to pass the first hour, now we must leave the garden.' The boy nodded in agreement. The girl made an opening in the hem of her frock and filled the guavas she had gathered on the ground. The boy also put two guavas in the pocket of his pajama and while gnawing the pink guava snatched from the girl in his hand, he moved towards the splinter.

He stopped If you go from there, the watchman will catch you. He must have come. Having said this, the girl turned towards the back way. Today everything about the girl was surprising him. He had never imagined that this penniless girl could be so interesting. He started following her without saying anything. She was holding the buttonhole of the frock with one hand, and with the other she was walking briskly along the garden steps, talking while pushing away the branches of the trees.

There was a wall behind the garden. Very old and tall too. The girl told that old people's used to live here long ago. Here he had a very big house outside the village. He had dozens of horses and elephants. He also planted these trees. This wall is the remaining part of the wall of his home. Such strong walls were all around. One day suddenly he had to go to some war and he never returned again. Since then everything has become desolate here. Slowly the deserted house also turned to dust. The wall collapsed. Now only a small part of it is left. This wall was very high earlier, but now it is not that high due to the accumulation of debris. The boy saw that there is moss sticking to this wall at many places. Grass has grown on the eaves. On one side of the wall, some small holes have been made by breaking the plaster and bricks. There is no garden of thorns on this side. The boy asked - 'From which side is its door.'

'gate...! Hey, the watchman must have kept the door ready for you so that you can come to pluck guavas and go out from there...' - The girl laughed out loud. Even the wall laughed at his joke. The watchman's fear was nowhere in this tinkling laugh.

The girl craned her little neck and looked at the upper part of the wall and said- 'Now we will have to jump over this wall and go out.' The boy's upper breath remained up and down. The boy said- 'This is not the time to joke. It will be amazing if the watchman comes.'

The girl said that it was not a joke and she started climbing the wall with the help of the steps. She clenched the frock button between her teeth and put her left hand on the upper hem, then the right hand on the upper one. Keeping her feet in the same sequence, she started climbing up like a circus performer.

The boy also kept his hand on the wing after seeing him. He had only climbed a flight or two when he slipped and came down. Whereas the girl had overturned by climbing on the parapet. Now she was coming down in the opposite direction on the outer wall of the rampart in the same way balancing on her hands and feet. The condition of the boy was very bad. Crying was bursting from within. Felt that now no one can save him from the watchman. The fear of being killed by the watchman had now entered his body. He tried two or three times but would slip again and again and come down. It was difficult for him to climb the stairs without practice. It has enough space to hang the front part of the fingers of the hands or to rest the toes. Sometimes the grip of his hands on Panthia would get loose and sometimes his feet would start responding. He woke up drenched in sweat. He thought in his mind that now he will never come here with the girl.

Only then the girl's voice from across the wall gave him relief. Wait, I will come after keeping the guava on the ground. In a short while, the girl saw him on the mandarin and his life returned to life. The girl held the munder tightly and said that now you come up to half the wall with the help of panthia and then hold my feet and move towards the munder. The boy gathered courage and somehow managed to climb three or four steps and caught hold of the hanging legs of the girl. This was also difficult for the boy but this much has to be done to get out. Thinking of this, he was slowly moving towards Munder holding the girl's feet and then her hand. He was saved from slipping twice but with the help of the girl he kept on climbing. The girl's hands clung to the smooth mundar like a lizard. They had turned red, blood had come out in them.

Now both were on the verge. Now had to get down from the outside wall like this. The girl went down three steps from the hem and asked the boy to hang from the hem and put one foot on her shoulder and come down holding the hem firmly. The girl used to get down one by one and the boy started getting down by putting one foot on the edge and the other on his shoulder. This made him at ease. The girl also started getting down while keeping hands and feet on the wings. Even though the boy's full weight was not on her, yet with his feet on her shoulders, she was dying to get off each and every step. But he did not lose courage. At last they both came down. After landing, both of them looked at each other and smiled.

He said- 'You like pink guava don't you' and put some pink guava on the boy's palm. The girl again picked up the remaining four guavas in the shell of her frock and walked towards the village holding them with one hand. This time the boy was walking ahead of him.

Many years have passed since this incident. The round guava-like earth kept on rotating at the same speed. He kept on moving in his own world and thus he lost the girl. The boy always gets sad thinking about the girl, that winter morning under purple clouds. He felt that he was very alone in this crowded world. So to say, there is family, colleagues, friends, virtual as well as real, but there was something which is now left far behind.

Often the girl gleamed in his eyes like a gleaming metal in the sun. Sometimes it seems that he has been gnawing on that snatched half-moon pink guava ever since. The boy was left with only a slice of pink guava stuck in his teeth and a little sweetness of those moments. One day the boy came to find the girl with his car but she could not be found. The village is fast turning into a town. He was very sad that now there are no guava trees there. There is no wet smell of guavas in the air.

He feels that all the guava seeds have gone with the girl to his other half of the world. Wherever she is, there must be lush green trees laden with fruits. Guava with pink heart must be coming in them. She would have separated them by marking them. A boy and a girl still run there on cool mornings with tiny steps, pink wishes of sweet guavas.