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Dates-(Palm) juice in Early Winter and Chilly Mornings.

People have always been inventive. They have invented this and that and whatnot. The scopes are unlimited. Now, a fellow who used to sell coconut water has opened a side business of selling dates juice, early in the morning.

One morning just a few days back, it was such a chilly morning that I wouldn’t have ventured out even if someone had paid me a lot of dough. Be it real or not. Going out on a chilly morning where the temperatures are playing king, that’s the time when you stay in bed under the soft and cozy covers or get up and have cups of coffee or tea and go back to sleep. God has made winter mornings for that only.

The coconut seller thought it would be good idea to sell this dates juice to everyone at six am.

The dates juice is extracted from the palm tree early in the morning.

So, even before Sun was visible to night itself, he had started shrieking-“juice, juice dates (palm) juice” on the main street. When that ruse didn’t work, he started coming to each and everyone’s house and gave each of them a sample of the juice. Believe it or not, within a short time, he had built a reputable clientele. Some, would even brave the cold and have it then and there on the street at five thirty am.

After a few days, I met him and asked-“when you sell the juice so early in the morning don’t you feel cold? How do you stand here early in the morning, in such a temperature?”

He replied-“No, I am from Hardwar, there the cold is at a much colder degree. The cold here is like a boon for me. More client and more business.”

I replied-“Good for you.”

For a week we had the dates juice daily in the morning. Good for health. Then as the seller went to his home town for a week, the drinking of plum-raisin juice early in the winter morning is on hold. Hope he comes back soon.

Adios!

 

 

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A Rubber Ball.

rubber ball

Rubber balls have been existent ever since I started going to school. They were very cheap, easily available and they would easily get torn. Once torn they would be of no use.

Once upon a time, when cricket used to be the only sport that I would follow day and night. A new type of rubber ball at the same price was introduced in the market and Ma had bought two such balls for me. There was a seam marking over the ball.

I was over the moon and had gone over the blue one twice in my happiness. Now a season ball used to be my dream. But they were not easily available, costly and were considered dangerous, for one could easily get injured by one such ball.

So, those two rubber balls were my season balls and I would spin them in my hand as I was spinning a season ball. You can’t believe my happiness at being able to do so. Over the next few months there was nothing but wicket taking and excellent catches equivalent to superb catches being taken at international level were frequently being taken by me.

Such a simple thing as a rubber could give me so much happiness was unknown, unbelievable and unimaginable to me,but I did once or twice practice with a season ball, but they were hardly fun. Instead they are a level and matter altogether different.

Childhood is such a paradise that its scopes are unlimited. At one moment you are in a fairyland and in the next you are in the dream world. Who knows and knew?

A rubber ball was my as dearest friend as anybody who ever had have been my friend.

Days pass by like sand running out of one’s closed fist, but time immemorial stays guard for all.

Adios!