THE CHIT

< 10 Years back  >

I lived a life not so lavish. I had a house not very big . It had a room which had a couch on which my mother slept. She was a nice woman with a pure heart. I was the only one she cared for and she was the only one I cared for . She was there when "he" was not . There was just one thing I did not like about her , she used to let go of things very quickly. I used to sleep on the floor. In the room there was a  television that she had brought with her when she got married to the man , who ruined her life. A washroom and a kitchen. We lived in Mumbai , one of the most populous cities of India. The clock ticked 5:30 pm. It was my playtime , who knew that it would be my last "play"time. I went to the playground. We were playing cricket , it was my turn to bat. Each and every child in India who plays gully cricket ( playing on streets )  waits for his turn to bat.

      As I approached the pitch with my bat firmly gripped , ready to hit no less than a double century. A boy came and stood infront of the wicket with his branded English willow bat in his hand . He twisted it several times in a manner "show off" teenagers usually do .

I asked him politely to move as it was my turn to bat. He came closer to me and pushed me. I fell on the ground ."Cricket players have a standard , anyone carrying a wooden stick cannot be allowed to play , if I let you play I would be disrespecting other players." He surely was bigger than me but I didn't care . I stood up wiped the dust off my T-shirt and swung my bat. It hit him hard right on his head. He fell and his head started to bleed severely. I walked towards him , crushing his hand below my feet I said," No one talks shit about me." There was no playing cricket anymore so I left the playground and headed back to my home. I was halfway when a voice came "Yash" I turned and found a boy "The man over there asked me to give this to you." Pointing towards a man wearing a black coat and a hat. He handed over me a chit and ran. The man looked physically muscular and adding to his devil look was his height. He was very tall.  I looked at the chit and was double minded whether to open it or not. I was emotionally unstable . Ofcourse , any one who had broken someone's head a few minutes ago would be. Not pondering over the circumstances I opened it.....