The Flower Circle

The roads were all clean with Rangoli in their front yard of a small town in Karnataka. This little boy Karthik aged ten, was all ready to go to school with his clean white and brown uniform. He obidiently finish his daily chores and was waiting for his breakfast, while his mother got his  Puri Sagu, he was only dreaming the next movie relases despite of his favourite breakfast.

 

He lived in the Sharaff street, one of the busy roads of that town. His house faced the road with a view of every passers by. The house outside had a low level archaic where he and his grandmother spent most of their day. There were two windows facing the road, mostly closed to avoid dust from the vehicles outside. As you enter the house, one could easily notice the bamboo ceiling in polished brown. The living area had  a ventilation on the roof supported by four pillars. In olden days these were a part of every house, the carbon di oxide that we breath out is light and could easily escape and spread the area with oxygen. This roof window had few meshes, where one could hang julas for babies, the fresh air made the babies sleep longer.There was a black and white TV, a small deewan and few chairs. It seemed a busy house with his grandmother, father, mother, uncle, aunt and their children.

 

He finish his breakfast and rushed on his cycle. This cycle was his passion, pride and a posession that he had craved for long. His dad was a photographer and those days this professional meant a lot to earn their daily needs. His dad had saved every penny to buy this little boy a cycle he wished for.

 

While his mom asked him, where is he rushing to?? He quickly said he will be back shortly and asked his mom to tell his friends to wait for him. This was his daily routine, he and his friends would go to school together in their bi-cycles.

 

As he approached the Flower circle, his eyes shined with on the bright sunny day. He smiled at every person who passed by. He wished good morning to his fellow mates who sat in their shops. He was excited as he came nearer to the wall next to a medical store where all the movie posters were stuck on the day before the movie releases. One could call this wall, “A wall of Fame”He quickly stopped to see his favourite hero. His eyes shruged disappointment with no new posters. He stood their watching the busy flower circle.

 

The flower circle was a very busy junction where everybody in the town had to come at least once  for their daily essentials. It had the main shops, grocery, medicines, books, stationary, flowers, vegetables, clothes. It was most for this boy.. he could get them all.The fragrance of the  fresh flowers made the mornings beautiful. There was a Eshwara temple facing the flower circle. Most of them would visit the temple before they begin their daily activities. Outside the temple, there were small stalls selling the pooja items and few selling the prasadam. Overlooking the temple was a shop, one could get anything under the sun and was one of the busy shops in that town. The ladies would love this flower circle as it made their life simpler accommodating all that they need.

 

As he stood their disappointed, he could hear a cycle trin-trin with a bucket on the handle and few paper rolls on the cycle seat. As that man approached, this little boy cheered with happiness. Yes, they were the movie posters. He shrung with joy as that man put the new posters over the old ones with a cheaper  homemade gum. He was over leashed with excitement and spent the next few minutes starring at them. He over heard somebody checking for time hurried home realizing he was late.

 

He could see his friends waiting for him and he shouted “yaay the new movie posters have arrived”.immediately the guys speeded their bicycle as thought it was an RX towards the flower circle.

 

The little joy that we cherished as children cannot be replaced by any Legend!!he roads were all clean with Rangoli in their front yard of a small town in Karnataka. This little boy Karthik aged ten, was all ready to go to school with his clean white and brown uniform. He obidiently finish his daily chores and was waiting for his breakfast, while his mother got his  Puri Sagu, he was only dreaming the next movie relases despite of his favourite breakfast.

 

He lived in the Sharaff street, one of the busy roads of that town. His house faced the road with a view of every passers by. The house outside had a low level archaic where he and his grandmother spent most of their day. There were two windows facing the road, mostly closed to avoid dust from the vehicles outside. As you enter the house, one could easily notice the bamboo ceiling in polished brown. The living area had  a ventilation on the roof supported by four pillars. In olden days these were a part of every house, the carbon di oxide that we breath out is light and could easily escape and spread the area with oxygen. This roof window had few meshes, where one could hang julas for babies, the fresh air made the babies sleep longer.There was a black and white TV, a small deewan and few chairs. It seemed a busy house with his grandmother, father, mother, uncle, aunt and their children.

 

He finish his breakfast and rushed on his cycle. This cycle was his passion, pride and a posession that he had craved for long. His dad was a photographer and those days this professional meant a lot to earn their daily needs. His dad had saved every penny to buy this little boy a cycle he wished for.

 

While his mom asked him, where is he rushing to?? He quickly said he will be back shortly and asked his mom to tell his friends to wait for him. This was his daily routine, he and his friends would go to school together in their bi-cycles.

As he approached the Flower circle, his eyes shined with on the bright sunny day. He smiled at every person who passed by. He wished good morning to his fellow mates who sat in their shops. He was excited as he came nearer to the wall next to a medical store where all the movie posters were stuck on the day before the movie releases. One could call this wall, “A wall of Fame”He quickly stopped to see his favourite hero. His eyes shruged disappointment with no new posters. He stood their watching the busy flower circle.

 

The flower circle was a very busy junction where everybody in the town had to come at least once  for their daily essentials. It had the main shops, grocery, medicines, books, stationary, flowers, vegetables, clothes. It was most for this boy.. he could get them all.The fragrance of the  fresh flowers made the mornings beautiful. There was a Eshwara temple facing the flower circle. Most of them would visit the temple before they begin their daily activities. Outside the temple, there were small stalls selling the pooja items and few selling the prasadam. Overlooking the temple was a shop, one could get anything under the sun and was one of the busy shops in that town. The ladies would love this flower circle as it made their life simpler accommodating all that they need.

 

As he stood their disappointed, he could hear a cycle trin-trin with a bucket on the handle and few paper rolls on the cycle seat. As that man approached, this little boy cheered with happiness. Yes, they were the movie posters. He shrung with joy as that man put the new posters over the old ones with a cheaper  homemade gum. He was over leashed with excitement and spent the next few minutes starring at them. He over heard somebody checking for time hurried home realizing he was late.

 

He could see his friends waiting for him and he shouted “yaay the new movie posters have arrived”.immediately the guys speeded their bicycle as thought it was an RX towards the flower circle.

 

The little joy that we cherished as children cannot be replaced by any Legend!!