23 May 2009
CAKE EPISODE
CAKE AND THE NOSE
Exactly forty nine years back on a wintry evening, a five year old child named Tunu was asked to bring three pieces of cake from a near by railway station. The shop was on the platform number two. To bring those cakes one has to cross a shunting yard. His elder brother Kunu aged nine accompanied him for this venture. The person who sent these two kids was their fifteen years old, elder brother. He was very fond of these cakes made with eggs costing ten paisa each.
Two of their sisters and the father were not at home.
Minutes passed by then hours but there were no sign of those two brothers. The whistle of the steam engines was making the cake interested fellow more nervous. Have they lost the money? Have they lost their way? Was there any mishap? All sorts of thought came to the eldest brothers mind but he could not leave the house as another one year old brother was at home and he was the care taker for the time being. They have lost their mother some months back.
It was getting darker as the sun descended fast in the mango groove.
Exactly after two and half hours later two of the sisters along with those two brothers came in a rickshaw. The younger one Tunu had a bandage on the face. After few minutes the father came in his Raleigh bicycle. One left and then a right from father to the cake interested fellow made him realizes his mistake.
After the purchase of the cakes the two brothers were coming back home smiling but as ill luck would have it Tunu slipped and fell on the rail line and broke his nasal bone. Some one could recognize them as the children of an English professor and took them to a hospital. It needed three stitched plus the fractured nasal bone.
The doctor asked them to finish off the cakes which they were holding.
From then on the cake interested fellow never liked a cake as it reminded him of his mistake of those by gone days.
They are still living and as friendly as any one in the world but the mark on Tune’s nose reminds him of their childhood adventures.
Written by the cake interested fellow.
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